Chapter 260



His eyes were dark and heavy with a swirl of unspoken emotions.

In stark contrast, Belinda’s demeanor was calm and composed, her expression giving nothing away.

After a brief moment, she broke eye contact and continued walking forward, her steps swift and decisive.

As she was about to walk past Lucas, his hand darted out, his fingers curling firmly around her wrist, halting her in her tracks.

Belinda turned her head, meeting Lucas’ intense gaze with calm, steady eyes.

Her tone was gentle but firm as she asked, “Is there something you need?”

“Why did you bring Johnson to meet your grandmother? What’s that supposed to mean?” Lucas’ voice was low, carrying an unmistakable edge of displeasure.

Belinda’s brow furrowed slightly as she tilted her chin upward, her expression unfazed.

Her lips parted, her response clear and unwavering. “What do you mean? My friend wanted to have a meal with my grandmother.

Is that not allowed? Or should I report this to you first, Mr.?”

Lucas’ jaw tightened, his expression icy as he stared at Belinda. “So, Johnson can invite your grandmother to a meal, but I can’t?”

The question was sharp, cutting through the tense air.

Lucas was clearly displeased by this.

Belinda’s lips curled into a faint, sarcastic smile as she let out a scoff. “Mr. Clark, you seem to have forgotten your own words.

Who was it that declared he wouldn’t attend any more of my family’s gatherings? Since you’ve made your stance perfectly clear before, how could I possibly disobey you?”

Lucas faltered for a moment, Belinda’s words leaving him without a retort.

The silence between them was heavy, but it lasted only a couple of seconds.

Lucas’ voice shifted to a commanding tone, his words firm as he said, “Regardless, Johnson is not allowed to—”

Belinda’s gaze shifted into something unreadable as she pulled her wrist free from Lucas’ grasp.

Her tone was calm, almost detached, as she replied, “We’re practically divorced already, Mr. Clark.

You should not waste time concerning yourself with such things, right?”

Lucas’ expression remained dark, but then, something seemed to flicker in his mind.

A faint, knowing smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he looked at Belinda. His voice dropped to a low, velvety rasp. “Belinda, you don’t really want a divorce, do you?”

Belinda froze, her expression faltering for a moment.

Her long lashes fluttered, betraying the complicated emotions within her, before she let out a sharp, cold laugh. “You’re mistaken! I’m counting down the days until our divorce is finalized! I’m really looking forward to it.”

“Is that so?” Lucas arched an eyebrow, his expression unreadable as he stepped closer, the space between them shrinking.

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