Chapter 782



Without saying a word, she turned and tried to get out of bed. But as soon as she moved, a sharp pain lanced through her body, causing her to hiss quietly.

“Belinda! Are you okay?” Lucas also sat up, his face filled with concern.

Belinda gritted her teeth and said nothing. She adjusted her partially open robe and then got out of bed, continuing to ignore him as she padded barefoot toward the door.

“Belinda,” Lucas called after her, but she cut him off before he could say much else.

“Shut up!” Belinda’s frustration was clear in her voice. She left the room without once glancing back.

As soon as Belinda stepped into her own room, she headed straight for the bathroom. She took off her robe and stood under the shower.

As the warm water sprayed over her, she let out a deep exhale. Even now, she still had no idea how and why last night’s events had happened.

Lucas had mentioned being drugged… Who could have done it? It had been well past midnight when he had sought her out. Did the drug only take effect at that specific time?

Only Lucas could answer the questions that clouded her mind.

Belinda wasn’t sure how to feel about all of this. Lucas had asked if she could help him and even offered her an out if she wanted to push him away. She hadn’t refused him, nor had she explicitly agreed to his advances.

She had been struggling inside at that time, unsure whether to agree or refuse. Although they were technically divorced, she knew deep down that she didn’t want Lucas to be with other women.

Belinda closed her eyes, not wanting to think about the matter any longer.

She emerged from the shower a few minutes later. After changing, she retrieved her phone and saw several missed calls and text messages. When Belinda opened her WhatsApp, she found that the messages were all from Bethany.

“I’m waiting for you in my room. Come over the minute you wake up!” “We need to talk!”

Belinda clicked her tongue in frustration. She quickly left her room for Bethany’s.

She soon reached Bethany’s room and pressed the doorbell. Barely a couple of seconds later, the door swung open.

Bethany had already prepared a speech in her mind, but she couldn’t utter a word when she saw the telltale red marks on Belinda’s neck.

Bethany yanked Belinda into the room. “Look at you! You have hickeys all over your neck! You two must have had quite a night!”

Belinda’s hand instinctively went to her neck, her expression one of discomfort. She had been so preoccupied with her dilemma regarding Lucas that she had barely spared a thought about the marks on her body. She cleared her throat and averted her gaze.

Bethany stared at her friend intently, her face serious. “Tell me the truth. Exactly what is going on between you and Lucas? How did you two suddenly…”

Belinda didn’t even think twice about telling Bethany the truth. “Lucas came to me last night. He was drugged, so…”

She trailed off at that, but Bethany had heard enough to grasp the situation.

“Drugged?” Bethany repeated, her eyes widening with alarm. “By whom?”

Belinda shook her head. “I didn’t have time to ask, so I don’t really know.”

“I see,” Bethany murmured, nodding her head. She had a feeling that there was something else, something urgent and out of the ordinary, that had forced Belinda’s hand to get entangled with Lucas in such a manner.

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