Chapter 410



Belinda’s breath grew shallow and rapid.

She kept reminding herself not to be affected by Ryan’s words—he was simply trying to provoke her.

Nevertheless, his words twisted her heart with a sharp ache.

Naturally, after divorcing her, Lucas was free to marry Verena, just as he had always wanted.

And, of course, he couldn’t wait to share the good news of his divorce with Verena.

The thought crossed Belinda’s mind, and a bitter laugh echoed in her heart.

Seeing Belinda silent, Ryan continued, “Tonight, Lucas invited us out. He said he is finally free, and this is something worth celebrating.”

He sneered, deliberately meeting Belinda’s gaze. “Belinda, now you see just how little Lucas cares about you, don’t you?” he said.

Throughout the exchange, Belinda’s face had remained a mask, but now, it hardened into an icy expression. “Is that all?” Belinda asked coldly.

Without waiting for an answer, she took a step forward, ready to walk away.

Seeing her about to walk away, Ryan quickly reached out and grasped her wrist.

Belinda immediately yanked her wrist out of his grip, her brows knitting in irritation.

Her expression, her gaze—it was as if she had just come into contact with something repulsive.

Ryan’s anger flared at her reaction.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, and said, “Belinda, actually… We could still be friends.”

Belinda turned to him as if she had just heard a joke, her lips curling into a sarcastic smile. “Friends? You think you’re worthy of being my friend? How absurd!” With that, she turned and walked away, not bothering to glance back.

Ryan stood there, his face contorted in fury.

In a burst of anger, he kicked over a nearby trash can, the contents spilling out.

“Damn it!” he muttered through gritted teeth, his frustration boiling over.

How dare she look at him like that? The audacity! He didn’t even care that she was divorced, yet she had the nerve to look down on him? She clearly didn’t know her place.

Ryan’s chest rose and fell with rage.

Then, a sudden thought crossed his mind.

He quickly pulled out his phone and made a call.

The call was answered almost immediately. “Hello, Ryan.” The female voice on the other end of the line was calm and soothing.

“I’m coming over tonight,” Ryan said, his tone cold and firm.

The woman on the other end of the line was Belina, the one Ryan had met in the nightclub before.

When Belina heard Ryan’s words, her breath quickened slightly.

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