Chapter 1108



Lucas met Ryan’s gaze, his expression cold. “I told you before—don’t mention Verena to me ever again.”

His deep, gravelly voice carried an unmistakable chill.

Ryan said, “Lucas, even if you and Verena broke up, you were friends for years. Do you really have to—”

Lucas cut him off sharply, saying, “Didn’t I make myself clear?” There was a quiet warning in his voice.

Ryan swallowed the rest of his words. He knew better than to push further.

As he left Triumph Consortium, his expression was dark.

He had assumed that, with time, Lucas’ anger would have faded, and maybe now, an apology on Verena’s behalf would be enough.

But clearly, he had misjudged the situation.

Belinda and Lucas, on the other hand, barely gave Ryan’s visit a second thought.

They returned to their respective tasks in silence.

Until—

The office door swung open, and Gordon walked in. Belinda and Lucas both looked up.

“Did you get the blood test report?” Belinda asked.

Wordlessly, Gordon handed it over.

Belinda took it without hesitation, her eyes immediately scanning for the results…

When Belinda saw the results, her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

Lucas, catching sight of her reaction, felt a sharp pang of unease.

His confidence wavered for the first time, uncertainty creeping into his chest. Sensing the intensity of the moment, Gordon decided it was best to make a quiet exit.

Without a word, he turned on his heel and slipped out of the office, leaving them alone.

Lucas wasted no time. He strode toward Belinda, cupping her face gently between his hands. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

Sniffling softly, Belinda wordlessly handed him the blood test report.

Lucas took it from her and scanned the results.

The moment his eyes landed on the word “negative,” he exhaled deeply, relief flashing across his face.

“The test is negative. This means I’m perfectly fine,” he said, his tone gentle. “You should be happy—so why the tears?”

As he spoke, he tenderly wiped away the drops that had already begun their slow descent down Belinda’s cheeks.

Belinda pouted, her lips forming a small, stubborn curve. “These are tears of relief! I was worried about you earlier!”

Even though she knew that once she had been cleared, the chances of Lucas being infected were next to none, a small part of her had still feared the possibility that something might have gone wrong with Lucas’ results. The weight of that fear had been suffocating before. But now, everything was alright. They were both safe.

Lucas chuckled softly, shaking his head with fondness. “Silly girl,” he murmured, brushing a tender kiss against Belinda’s forehead before pulling her into a firm, reassuring embrace.

Belinda wrapped her arms around him tightly.

The weight that had pressed down on her for days finally lifted, leaving nothing but lightness in its wake.

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