Chapter 1058
His unwanted wife, the world’s coveted genius

Belindaâs response was simple and honest. âNo.â
Lucasâ breath caught in his throat.
Sensing his tension, Belinda added gently, âBut that doesnât matter now, does it? Weâre already back together.â
Lucasâ lips curved into a relieved smile. âRight. Thatâs all that matters.â
That night, Lucas stayed at Belindaâs place.
Belinda, unable to refuse him, allowed him to stay.
But they slept in separate rooms.
Sometime past midnight, Belinda stirred from her sleep, a sharp pain twisting in her abdomen.
Groaning, she made her way to the bathroom.
Ten minutes later, she finally emerged, exhaling shakily as she crawled back into bed.
Just as she pulled the blanket over herself, a soft knock echoed from her door. Belinda hesitated before getting up to answer it.
Lucas stood there, concern etched deep into his features. âAre you alright? Are you feeling unwell again?â
Before Belinda could respond, his expression shifted. Without warning, he stepped forward and brushed his fingers lightly against her neck, his frown deepening. âBelinda, is that a rash?â
Since Belinda wasnât wearing a scarf now, the faint red patches on her skin were visible.
Belinda nodded slightly. âItâs nothing seriousâjust a bit itchy. I already applied some ointment, so you donât need to worry.â
gâ²ð ððνðð ð.ð°0ðº; ðð¾ðð ððððððð®ð Lucas didnât say anything, his face still clouded with concern. âWhy are you still awake at this hour?â
Belinda asked.
âI woke up feeling thirsty, so I got up for some water. Then I saw the faint glow of light coming from your room and figured you were up, too,â Lucas explained.
He was staying in the room next to hers.
âWere you feeling unwell just now?â he asked.
âJust a stomachache, but itâs a lot better now,â Belinda replied.
Lucas didnât hesitate. âGo and lie down. Iâll rub your stomach for you.â
Before Belinda could say anything, he took her hand and led her to the bed.
Belinda didnât refuse and obediently lay down.
Lucas sat at the edge of the bed and gently pressed his palm against her abdomen, his touch warm and careful.
âHere? Does it hurt?â he asked.
âYeah,â Belinda murmured, nodding slightly.
Lucas didnât speak. He simply continued, his fingers moving in slow, soothing circles over her stomach.
After a few minutes, Belinda told him it was fine now and that it didnât hurt anymore, but Lucas didnât stop. Half an hour later, he finally stopped.
âBelinda,â he said, his voice carrying the weight of exhaustion, âIâm tired nowâ¦â
âWould it be alright if I stayed here and shared a bed with you tonight?â
Belinda fixed Lucas with a stern look, her tone sharp. âLucas! You did that on purpose, didnât you?â
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