Chapter 453



Harold had invited her to dinner.

Grateful for the reprieve, she met Harold after work.

“Harold!” Belinda greeted him warmly when she saw him, smiling as she approached.

Harold raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eyes. “You’ve been very busy lately, haven’t you?”

Belinda’s smile faltered slightly.

She knew exactly what he was talking about.

“It’s not by choice,” she said with a wry smile. “Mollie has been insistent. I can’t really refuse her.”

Harold nodded with a chuckle. “Well, Mollie and her husband are certainly invested in your future. From what I hear, the people they found for you are all quite impressive.”

Belinda pressed her lips into a faint smile and didn’t say anything.

After a moment of silence, Harold leaned forward, his expression serious. “But Belinda,” he said softly, “are you and Lucas really over?”

He had always believed Belinda would only find happiness with Lucas.

Yet now, the woman before him was relaxed and happy in a way he hadn’t seen in years.

It suddenly struck him that her newfound happiness had nothing to do with Lucas.

Perhaps divorcing Lucas had really been the best decision Belinda had ever made.

Before Harold could say more, Belinda spoke again, her voice gentle but firm. “Harold, I know you still hope for me and Lucas to reconcile, but it’s not going to happen. This might make you feel sad, but I have to tell you the truth.”

Harold stared at her for a long moment.

Then, he suddenly understood something.

With a resigned nod, he said, “Alright. I won’t bring this topic up again. I guess Lucas just isn’t meant to be with you. Belinda, if I come across someone suitable for you, I’ll introduce them to you right away.”

Belinda smiled at his words. “Okay.”

“Come on, let’s eat now,” Harold said in a gentle voice, returning the smile.

“Sure,” Belinda replied, her tone lighter now.

The conversation shifted after that, moving to casual topics.

Harold didn’t mention Lucas again.

Halfway through their meal, the door to their private room suddenly swung open.

Harold turned to see who it was and raised an eyebrow in mild surprise.

“Lucas? What brings you here?” Harold asked.

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