Chapter 147



After Belinda sat down, Lucas slid the menu toward her. Belinda looked at it and then selected two dishes before handing the menu back to him.

Once their orders were placed, the two of them sat in silence. After a while, Belinda finally broke the quiet. “Next time your dad asks us to have dinner together, you don’t have to come.”

Lucas raised an eyebrow at her words, a slight frown forming. He scoffed lightly. “If I don’t come, you’re just going to run to Harold and complain about the matter, aren’t you?”

Belinda was rendered momentarily speechless, feeling a bit resigned. She took a deep breath before finally saying, “Then I won’t come. How about that?”

Lucas turned to look at her, his expression unreadable. Belinda met his gaze evenly, her face calm and without any signs of playing games. For some reason, this made Lucas feel a little frustrated.

A faint smile tugged at his lips as he leaned back slightly, speaking with a trace of amusement. “Do you think, with my father’s far-reaching influence, he wouldn’t know whether we had dinner together or not?”

Belinda fell silent, considering his words. She realized he was right. Harold’s connections were vast, and he would likely find out about it if they didn’t follow his instructions.

Just then, Lucas chuckled softly, his tone light and teasing as he turned to look at Belinda. “What’s the matter? You don’t want to have dinner with me?” He paused, a playful glint in his eyes. “Or… Are you afraid that the longer you’re around me, the harder it’ll be to keep your feelings for me in check?”

Belinda’s eyes widened in disbelief. She opened her mouth, but no words came out at first. After a while, she rolled her eyes dramatically and let out a cold laugh. “Lucas! Could you be any more full of yourself?”

Lucas raised an eyebrow, his voice low and smooth. “Isn’t what I said true?”

Belinda let out a soft chuckle, her fingers casually tracing the rim of her cup as she spoke, her tone almost teasing. “I’m just looking out for you, Mr. Clark. I’m worried that the longer you spend with me, the more you’ll find yourself unable to resist falling for me… And then, you won’t want to go through with the divorce.”

She spread her hands, feigning resignation. “If that happens, I’d be quite troubled.”

At her words, Lucas couldn’t help but snort, his smile laced with sarcasm. He replied in a firm tone, “That’s one thing you’ll never have to worry about.”

Belinda met his gaze, her expression cooling slightly. “Good to know.”

From that point on, their conversation came to an end. The two sat in silence as the dishes were served, the quiet between them thick—an unspoken tension hanging in the air.

After they finished eating, they both stood up to leave, but before they reached the door, it swung open on its own. Belinda frowned, puzzled by the sudden movement.

Just then, an eerie squeak echoed from the door. Belinda’s scalp tingled in response, her body stiffening instinctively. Before she could react, a wave of mice darted through the door—at least six of them!

“Ahhh!” Belinda screamed, her voice high-pitched and panicked.

In one swift motion, she spun around and jumped into Lucas’ arms, her arms and legs clinging to him like an octopus, her body trembling in sheer terror.

Lucas was taken aback as Belinda suddenly leaped into his arms, her body trembling with fear. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around her legs, trying to steady her.

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