Chapter 160



But before Lucas could say anything, Belinda, still drunk and in high spirits, blurted out, “Hey, old man, your beard is fascinating! Is it real?”

With an impish grin, she reached out and tugged at Harold’s beard.

“Ouch!” Harold cried out, recoiling from her grasp.

His expression was one of utter astonishment as he rubbed his chin. He stared at Belinda with wide eyes.

“It hurts? Then that must mean it’s real! This is so fun!” Belinda exclaimed, her hands coming together in applause.

Harold’s face betrayed a mix of pain and bewilderment, prompting a subtle smile from Lucas. Belinda was the first person who dared to pull Harold’s beard.

“Is she drunk?” Hooper inquired, his expression one of sheer disbelief.

“Very,” Lucas said with a hoarse voice.

“Let’s get her upstairs to rest then. I’ll have someone prepare some soup for her,” Harold said, carefully inching away from Belinda to keep a safe distance.

Lucas silently agreed, nodding. Then, he carried Belinda to her room.

Once in the room, he tossed her onto the bed.

“Ouch!” Belinda exclaimed as she rolled across the bed, her head spinning momentarily. Once the room stopped whirling around her, her energetic demeanor returned. She threw a sheet over her shoulders and staggered to the desk, where she climbed up using her hands and feet.

Perched atop the desk, wrapped in the gray sheet, she stood tall and said, “Don’t worry, for I am the spider woman!”

Lucas observed her display, a mixture of amusement and resignation on his face—Belinda was quite amusing now. “Woohoo! I will fly now!” Belinda shouted, teetering on the edge of the desk.

When Lucas noticed she was ready to jump, his eyes widened with alarm. “Belinda!” he yelled sharply.

Her antics momentarily paused by Lucas’ shout, Belinda looked at Lucas blankly.

Lucas approached her quickly. “Get down slowly.”

“No jumping,” Lucas warned, his voice firm but with a hint of concern.

Looking at Lucas, who was now in front of her, Belinda flashed a goofy smile. “I will fly now!” she exclaimed, before leaping off the desk.

Lucas sprang into action faster than he could think, dashing forward to catch Belinda just as she jumped. She crashed into his arms, immediately clinging to him with all limbs like a koala hugging a tree.

“Belinda! What were you thinking? That was dangerous!” Lucas said, his voice laced with frustration as veins stood out on his forehead.

Just as he spoke, a sharp sting shot through his neck. Lucas winced in pain, furrowing his brows.

Belinda had bitten him!

“Belinda! You’re going to regret that,” Lucas said, anger creeping into his voice, annoyance seething through his clenched teeth as he set her down on the sofa.

Belinda merely chuckled after seeing his reaction.

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