Chapter 660

Ryan’s words brought back the memory of Belinda slamming Verena’s head against the wall.

Verena shivered. She had truly felt that Belinda had wanted to kill her at that time.

Wordlessly, Verena followed Ryan to his car.

On the drive back to Belinda’s place, Lucas attempted to explain himself once more.

“I didn’t invite Verena today. Verena claimed she wanted closure; she said she would move on and just be friends with me from now on.”

Belinda found Lucas’ words laughable. She believed Lucas was naive for falling for Verena’s lies again. If Verena truly wanted to move on, she wouldn’t have orchestrated such a dramatic scene earlier.

Belinda stayed silent until they arrived at her place. Once the car stopped, she undid her seatbelt, her tone detached as she finally spoke. “Your issues, Mr. Clark, have nothing to do with me. No need to explain yourself to me.”

She reached for the door handle, but Lucas caught her wrist before she could leave.

“You’re clearly upset,” he said, his gaze locked on hers, his tone firm.

Belinda tried to free her wrist, but Lucas’ grip was firm.

Realizing resistance was futile, Belinda sighed and faced him with an indifferent expression. “Why would I be upset? Your business is none of my concern.”

Lucas’ brows furrowed, a mix of frustration and pain crossing his face. “Belinda, can’t you stop being so unpredictable with me? Everything between us was fine before. What changed? Why have you suddenly become so cold to me?”

Belinda’s lips curled into a frosty smile. “This is how I’ve always been, Lucas. If you’re just realizing it now, then keep your distance from me from now on.”

Her voice took on a mocking tone as she added, “Your so-called pursuit of me doesn’t mean anything to me.”

Lucas’ eyes narrowed, his expression darkening as her words sank in.

“Doesn’t mean anything?” he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper, each word laced with disbelief.

Belinda nodded without hesitation, her face stoic as she looked straight ahead. Her words were sharp and cutting. “That’s right. Your pursuit doesn’t mean a thing to me; it’s nothing but trouble to me.”

Lucas’ breath quickened, as if an invisible weight was pressing down on his chest.

His throat went dry, and with great difficulty, he asked in a hoarse voice, “Is it really just trouble to you?”

Belinda felt a heavy blow strike her heart.

The intensity of the pain was unbearable.

Her breathing faltered momentarily, as if the air had fled her lungs.

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