Chapter 796



This demonstrated that Belinda sincerely cared about him and always considered his needs.

“Mr. Davidson, Harold, please don’t flatter me too much, or I might start feeling overly proud,” Belinda said with a playful smile.

“You should feel proud—you deserve it!” Nigel responded with a hearty laugh.

At that moment, Hooper entered to announce that dinner was ready. “Dinner is served. Everyone, you may head to the dining room.”

“Then let’s go! Let’s dine and talk,” Harold declared enthusiastically, rising from his seat.

Belinda stood as well but seized the opportunity to excuse herself gracefully. “Harold, you and Mr. Davidson go ahead and eat. I don’t wish to impose.”

Harold frowned slightly, his expression firm. “What are you saying? Imposing? Nonsense! You’re staying.”

Nigel chimed in with a reassuring smile. “Belinda, if anyone’s imposing, it’s Devin and me. We dropped by uninvited. If anyone should leave, it’s the two of us.”

Belinda quickly clarified, “Oh no, that’s not what I meant at all.”

“Then there’s no problem. Join us for dinner,” Harold said firmly.

Unable to refuse, Belinda nodded hesitantly. “Alright, thank you.” Still, she couldn’t shake off the slight awkwardness of sitting down to dine with them.

In the dining room, Harold took the head of the table. To his right sat Norma, while Nigel occupied the seat on his left.

Belinda was seated next to Norma, with Devin on her other side. During the meal, Nigel suddenly inquired, “By the way, Harold, where’s Lucas?”

“Since he’s not back for dinner, he’s likely tied up with some engagement,” Harold replied nonchalantly. “Don’t worry about him. Let’s focus on enjoying our meal.”

gαℓησν𝒆ℓs․com is your story source “Okay.” Nigel nodded in acknowledgment as the group commenced eating.

The atmosphere at the table grew relaxed and harmonious as they chatted over delicious food.

However, Belinda still felt somewhat constrained and uneasy—like an outsider looking in on cherished moments.

Midway through the meal, Hooper’s voice echoed from outside. “Mr. Clark, you’re back.”

Hearing that name, Belinda froze, her hand gripping her fork tightly as a surge of emotion momentarily overtook her.

It wasn’t long before Lucas strolled into the dining room.

His steps were measured, and at first glance, his face was calm and composed. But the moment his eyes swept over the scene before him, his expression shifted. His jaw tightened, and within seconds, his face darkened, his gaze turning icy.

His focus landed sharply on Devin, seated comfortably next to Belinda. The sight struck him like a thorn, digging deeper than he cared to admit.

“No evening engagements tonight?” Harold asked, his tone carrying mild surprise. “Didn’t expect you back so early.”

Lucas’ lips curled into a faint smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “It’s lively in here,” he remarked casually, his voice even as his gaze flicked to Harold. “So Nigel and Devin are visiting. Why wasn’t I informed?”

Harold blinked at the sudden question, but Norma answered smoothly, “We thought you’d be too busy. Besides, this isn’t their first visit.”

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