Chapter 161



Then, a knock at the door interrupted the scene.

Lucas answered it to find Hooper, who had brought a bowl of warm soup.

Taking the bowl, Lucas walked over and handed it to Belinda, who was now seated on the sofa. “Here, drink this,” he said.

Belinda sat upright on the sofa, mimicking a posture of attentiveness.

“Okay,” she replied, quickly downing the soup in just a few gulps.

Setting the cup down, she casually wiped her mouth and suddenly let out a robust burp.

Before Lucas could say anything, she collapsed onto the sofa.

Lucas was rendered momentarily at a loss for words. He looked at Belinda resignedly, picked her up with ease, and carried her back to her bed.

Drained from the night’s escapades, Belinda was now sleeping soundly.

Lucas draped a blanket over her and then went to the bathroom.

Standing before the mirror, Lucas noticed the bite mark Belinda had left on his neck—a vivid reminder of her wild behavior.

He muttered a curse under his breath, a mix of irritation and resignation coloring his tone.

The next day.

gⱯlnσν𝓮𝓁s․𝒸оm hosts thrilling adventures As the alarm went off, Belinda woke up with a piercing headache.

She opened her eyes, and the first thing she did was reach up to touch her head. It was painful there.

What had transpired? Who had struck her?

After sitting up, she began piecing together the fragments of the previous night. Slowly, the events came back to her, and she gasped, covering her mouth with her hand in shock and disbelief.

Belinda blinked, lost in thought.

Yesterday…

That drunken fool…

Was that really her? What on earth had she done last night?

Belinda clutched her head and screamed internally. She was utterly mortified, and she wanted nothing more than to disappear right there and then.

The bathroom door opened with a click, and Lucas walked out. He couldn’t help but chuckle when he saw Belinda crouched on the bed with her head in her hands.

“Oh, the superstar has woken up.”

Belinda bit her lower lip. She couldn’t even bring herself to lift her head now. She knew she had kept referring to herself as a superstar last night.

Taking a deep, fortifying breath, she finally mustered the courage to look up. She cleared her throat, her expression serious.

“Apologies for last night. I drank too much and lost my composure.”

Lucas sauntered over until he was standing in front of her. He crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

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