Chapter 23



“Gentlemanly behavior? That’s not exactly my style,” Lucas scoffed as he moved closer to Belinda.

In a swift motion, he grabbed Belinda by the arm, lifted her from the bed, and threw her over his shoulder.

His actions were so fast that Belinda had no time to react.

“Lucas! You bastard! What are you doing? Stop this right now!” Belinda yelled, pounding on Lucas’s back as she struggled.

Lucas walked a few steps quickly and dropped Belinda onto the sofa with no gentleness.

He glanced at her with indifference and then made himself comfortable on the bed.

Seething with anger, Belinda gritted her teeth.

Determined to get back at Lucas, she sprang from the sofa, sprinted back to the bed, and forcefully kicked Lucas in the back.

Unprepared, Lucas was sent tumbling off the bed by the impact of her kick.

Lucas was completely taken aback.

To think he would be ousted from his own bed seemed unimaginable!

From his spot on the floor, he stood up, faced Belinda, and fiercely spat out her name between clenched teeth, “Belinda Clark!”

Sitting up with a slight tilt of her head, Belinda locked eyes with him, her gaze fearless, her smile laced with mischief. “Here I am! What’s the matter? You’re not about to toss me from the bed as well, are you, Mr. Clark?”

Looking at Belinda, Lucas felt a mix of anger and resignation. “Very well!” he said slowly, his voice dripping with warning before he pivoted and strode toward the walk-in closet.

A thorough search of the closet revealed a lack of spare blankets, forcing him to walk back to the couch with nothing, his face shadowed with frustration.

Given that the couch was only five feet long, Lucas, standing six feet two inches tall, was uncomfortably confined.

Meanwhile, Belinda sprawled comfortably on the bed, flipping over nonchalantly.

At that moment, her phone rang on the nightstand.

It was Darren on the line.

With a puzzled tone, Belinda answered, “Darren?”

Darren said, “Belinda, Mollie has been talking about you today again, wondering when you’re planning to drop by to spend some time with her.”

“I’ll stop by tomorrow,” Belinda replied. “And tell her not to fret over the divorce. I’ve got everything under control, and I’ll get the divorce finalized tomorrow.”

Lucas, now reclining on the sofa, arched an eyebrow when he heard Belinda’s response.

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