Chapter 497



Before Lucas could finish, Belinda cut him off. “That’s in the past.”

Her voice was calm but firm. “Now… I don’t have feelings for you anymore.”

Lucas’ pupils contracted sharply, his expression shifting instantly, unreadable emotions flickering across his face.

Two seconds later, his voice rumbled low. “I don’t believe you,” he said.

Belinda gave a small scoff, her tone laced with indifference. “Believe whatever you want. I don’t care,” she replied.

“Belinda, look at me!” Lucas’ voice carried the weight of raw emotion.

With growing impatience, Belinda raised her eyes to meet his. Her lips parted as she enunciated each word clearly, “I said…”

“I don’t have feelings for—”

But before she could finish speaking, Lucas closed the space between them and kissed her.

Lucas cupped Belinda’s head with one hand, while his other arm snaked around her waist, pulling her firmly into his embrace.

His kiss deepened, driven by all the emotions he’d kept bottled up.

Belinda fought back fiercely, her fists pounding against Lucas’ chest as she tried to break free.

Yet Lucas remained immovable, like an unyielding mountain, and her struggles were in vain.

The kiss, however, ended as quickly as it had begun.

After a few seconds, Lucas pulled back, breaking the connection, but not without stealing one last gentle tug on her lips.

Resting his forehead against hers, a sly smile tugged at his lips.

His voice, deep and velvety, carried a teasing edge. “Your heart is pounding for me, Belinda. Just admit it—you still have feelings for me.”

His warm breath brushed her face, and his voice, rich and alluring, tugged at her heartstrings with ease.

Belinda couldn’t deny the turmoil in her chest.

She was far from composed at that moment.

Fighting to regain her poise, she pushed Lucas away and snapped, “Don’t be absurd! Everyone’s heart beats—unless they’re dead!”

Lucas straightened, his grin unyielding, filled with mischief.

The topic was dropped, and after the dishes were served, they quietly focused on their meal.

From time to time, Lucas added food to Belinda’s plate, but she ignored his gestures, pushing the food aside without a word.

A hint of resignation flickered in Lucas’ eyes, but his expression remained gentle, even doting.

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