Chapter 159



Lucas stared at Johnson, his features tightening. “Are you two close enough to have dinner alone?” His tone was icy.

Johnson offered a small, reassuring smile, attempting to diffuse the tension. “Yes, Belinda and I… we are friends.”

The word “friends” seemed to hang heavily in the air.

Lucas’ brow furrowed deeply, his skepticism apparent. Johnson and Belinda were friends? Since when? Why didn’t he know this?

Seeing that Belinda was already drunk, Lucas didn’t press the issue of their sudden friendship. Instead, he moved forward, his voice dropping to a sharp tone. “Hand her to me now.”

Johnson, recognizing the gravity of the situation, complied without hesitation, gently transferring Belinda into Lucas’ arms.

Belinda, disoriented from the alcohol, furrowed her brow and complained, “Stop moving around so much!” She waved her hand with impatience and accidentally slapped Lucas in the face.

Lucas’ expression darkened further at the contact. He gazed down at Belinda, his voice low and threatening. “Behave, or you’ll regret it.”

Momentarily subdued by Lucas’ cold tone, Belinda stopped talking, her eyes glossy with unshed tears, making her seem vulnerable and pitiful.

Lucas let out a deep sigh, his frustration evident. Turning to Johnson, he said briskly, “I’ve got this from here.” He then carried Belinda away without looking back.

Johnson handed the forgotten boots to Lucas’ assistant, who quickly nodded in acknowledgment and hurried after Lucas.

Explore captivating tales on galnovels . com Navigating towards the car, Lucas managed to keep Belinda calm. However, once Belinda was inside the car, her spirited nature resurfaced as she climbed into the back seat.

In her haste and confusion, she didn’t notice the low ceiling, and with a sharp thud, her head struck the roof of the car.

“Ouch!” Belinda winced in pain, grabbing her head as she scrunched into a ball.

Lucas watched her antics, a faint smile breaking through his stern demeanor. “Careful, you’ll hurt yourself more,” he said, his tone tinged with a hint of amusement.

The assistant in the front passenger seat maintained a rigid posture, eyes glued to the road ahead, consciously avoiding the rearview mirror to escape the unfolding drama in the back seat.

The driver, feeling equally uncomfortable, accelerated toward the Clark family estate, hoping to end the chaotic journey as soon as possible.

Just when it seemed Belinda might calm down, she bounced back with renewed energy, her antics bolder than before.

Finally, the car arrived at the destination. Lucas, holding Belinda steady as he carried her from the car, received her giddy compliment.

“Wow, handsome! You’re so strong and manly! Such a catch!” Belinda muttered.

Lucas just ignored her completely, focusing on getting her inside the house without further incident.

When Harold saw Lucas enter the living room carrying Belinda, he immediately stood up, surprise etched across his face. “Lucas, what happened? Why are you two back home together?”

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