Chapter 606



Baker replied, “Don’t worry; he won’t. But Belinda is becoming a problem. We can’t touch her right now since Mr. Clark is backing her. So don’t do anything impulsive.”

Holley nodded with a serious expression. “I won’t. You don’t need to worry.”

In the evening, at The Harlequin Eats, Belinda stepped into a private dining room. Her eyes narrowed as they landed on Lucas, who was already seated inside. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

After she had blocked Lucas, he had resorted to using Johnson to badger her with calls, constantly nagging about when she would treat him to a meal. She had reluctantly agreed.

“You’re here,” Lucas said, a small, satisfied smile playing on his lips as he stood to greet Belinda.

Belinda ignored the gesture, choosing a seat diagonally across from him.

However, Lucas wasn’t one to take a hint. He walked over and slid into the chair right beside her.

Belinda exhaled quietly, deciding not to bother changing seats.

As they ate, Lucas reached for a king crab leg, carefully placing it onto Belinda’s plate.

Belinda paused, her fork hovering above her plate. “I don’t eat seafood,” she said flatly.

Lucas leaned closer, undeterred. “The king crab here is exceptional. Just try it.”

Belinda’s lips pressed into a thin line before she responded, “I’m allergic to seafood.”

Lucas’ expression froze at her words.

Lucas looked at Belinda, stunned.

Belinda was allergic to seafood?

“You…” Lucas began.

Before Lucas could finish, Belinda casually pushed the plate with the king crab aside and reached for another dish. “No matter how good it looks, I won’t eat it.”

Lucas struggled to find the right words.

After a long silence, his voice came out hoarse. “I’m sorry; I didn’t know.”

He had only known that Belinda was allergic to artichokes. No one had ever mentioned her seafood allergy to him before.

Belinda continued eating calmly. “There’s no need for you to apologize. It’s normal not to notice things that aren’t important to you.”

Lucas found himself speechless for a moment, his throat tightening.

He wanted to defend himself, to say that this was important to him, but as the words formed, he realized something—he hadn’t cared about her in the past.

He had never bothered to learn what Belinda liked or disliked, or what she was allergic to, because he hadn’t cared enough.

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