Chapter 800



“Yes,” Devin said without hesitation. “I’ve always had feelings for Belinda. I’ve liked her from the very start.”

Nigel’s eyes widened in astonishment as he stared at Devin in disbelief. “What do you mean by always? When did you begin liking Belinda?”

Nigel’s expression shifted, his brows furrowing in thought.

When he had first told Devin that he would be meeting Belinda, Devin had agreed without hesitation. At the time, Nigel had suspected that Devin might have a soft spot for Belinda.

But hearing Devin openly say that he had been having feelings for Belinda still caught him off guard.

When had this started?

Devin smiled faintly, a trace of wistfulness in his eyes. “Grandpa, you don’t need to dig too deep into that. The only thing that matters is that, for years, I had to keep my feelings buried because Belinda was married to Lucas. But now… Now that she’s divorced, I don’t have to hold back anymore.”

His tone grew resolute. “As long as Belinda and Lucas don’t get back together, I still have a chance.”

Nigel fell silent.

Devin, who rarely asked for anything, now had someone he truly cared about.

Nigel’s heart softened. How could he, as Devin’s grandfather, not support him?

Reaching out, Nigel clasped Devin’s shoulder with resolve. “Alright, I’ll help you with this.”

Devin smiled. “Thank you, Grandpa.”

At the Clark family’s residence, Lucas stepped into the living room to find Harold lounging on the couch, eyes fixed on the TV.

Harold didn’t look up. “Back already?”

Lucas sank into the sofa beside him. “Yeah.”

Without taking his gaze off the screen, Harold said, “You’ve got that look. Spill it.”

Lucas leaned back, expression neutral. “There’s nothing to spill.”

Harold finally turned to Lucas, raising a skeptical brow. He had expected Lucas to complain about Belinda having dinner with the Davidson family.

Harold said, “Nothing, huh? Then explain that mark on your neck.”

Lucas stayed unfazed. “It’s a bite mark.”

Harold froze, momentarily thrown. “From Belinda?”

Lucas nodded, as if it were the most ordinary thing. “Who else could it be from?”

Harold blinked, trying to piece it together. “Wait, you’re saying Belinda bit you? What happened? Did you two…?”

Lucas explained, his tone even, “It was an accident. Verena had me drugged.”

Harold’s face darkened in an instant. “What?”

His fist came down hard on the coffee table. “That woman! Using such disgusting tricks—what the hell was she thinking?”

But then, Harold’s gaze softened as he looked at Lucas. “Thank goodness it didn’t work. How did you handle the matter afterward?”

Lucas replied, “I didn’t make Verena face any consequences. But I made it clear there’s nothing between me and her anymore. I blocked her on everything. I will never see her again.”

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