Chapter 1138



No, the real reason was obvious: he harbored feelings for Belinda.

Why else would he have knelt before Rhys and stabbed himself repeatedly just to protect her?

That wasn’t something done out of mere responsibility—it was an act driven by love.

But Lucas wasn’t about to tell Belinda this.

He certainly wouldn’t help his rival in love confess his feelings to the woman he loved.

Clearing his throat, Lucas said coldly, “I’ve already arranged for a caregiver to tend to you during your recovery, Darwin. If you need anything else, reach out to me directly.”

The message in his words was crystal clear—Darwin could contact him, not Belinda.

Darwin’s lips curled slightly as he met Lucas’ gaze. “Alright. Thank you, Mr. Clark.”

Shortly after, Lucas and Belinda took their leave.

Just before walking out, Belinda turned to Darwin and said, “While you’re recovering, I’ll personally bring you your meals every day.”

A smile touched Darwin’s lips, and he nodded.

Lucas, on the other hand, visibly stiffened, his expression dark.

He didn’t even try to mask his displeasure.

Back in the car, Belinda couldn’t help but notice the storm brewing in Lucas’ expression. She tilted her head in curiosity. “What’s wrong? Why do you look so upset? Did someone upset you?”

Lucas shot her a sharp glance, his frustration boiling over. “You did.”

Belinda blinked in confusion. “Me? What did I do?”

Lucas exhaled sharply. “I’m jealous.”

Belinda’s brows lifted in mild surprise. “Jealous? Of… Darwin?”

Lucas didn’t answer, but the sharpness in his expression said it all.

Belinda sighed, feeling resigned.

She reached out, playfully ruffling Lucas’ hair. “Lucas, there’s no reason for you to be jealous. I don’t have feelings for Darwin at all. Don’t be upset.”

Lucas said angrily, “You’re going to cook for him and deliver his meals every day now! Of course, I’m upset by that!”

His eyes locked onto hers, intense and unwavering. “Belinda, you belong to me! I won’t allow you to treat another man so well like that!”

Belinda raised an eyebrow and said, “I only said I would take care of Darwin’s meals, not that I’d be the one cooking or delivering them.”

Lucas was momentarily stunned by her response, but soon, his expression eased.

“Now that’s more like it,” he muttered, though a trace of dissatisfaction still lingered in his tone.

Belinda sighed, reaching out to him. “Come on, don’t sulk or get jealous, alright? Darwin and I are just friends, nothing more.”

Lucas didn’t reply right away. After a brief pause, he leaned in and said, “Kiss me now.”

Belinda let out a soft laugh at his almost childish demand.

She gently cupped his face, pressing her lips against his—not just a fleeting peck, but a slow, lingering kiss filled with affection.

Lucas, unable to resist, wrapped his arms around her, deepening the kiss.

What started as a gentle kiss quickly became a passionate one.

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