Chapter 462



Gratefully, Johnson accepted it and held it against his bruised cheek.

Throughout this, Lucas stayed quiet, his expression stern and his presence intimidating.

Vincent then spoke up. “What’s the real story here, Johnson?”

Johnson pressed his lips together for a moment and said openly, “Belinda and I are just good friends. The one I’ve truly had feelings for all along is Cathy.” Cathy was the nickname for Catherine.

Vincent was caught off guard by this. “What? You have feelings for Catherine?”

Lucas’ eyes narrowed as he fixed an intense stare on Johnson.

“Yes,” Johnson said with a sigh. “The reason I let you all think I had feelings for Belinda was to make you jealous.

I hoped it would help you see your own feelings for Belinda more clearly.

There’s absolutely nothing going on between Belinda and me.

Belinda knows that I am in love with Cathy.”

Lucas’ pupils contracted sharply at those words.

He hadn’t expected this turn of events.

“On my dad’s birthday, when you and Belinda were in the garden, what did she promise you?” Lucas asked.

“On Harold’s birthday?” Johnson was lost in thought for a moment.

After a while, he remembered what had happened and began to explain, “Cathy’s boyfriend wanted Cathy to accompany him on a business trip to Soling.

I didn’t want her to go, so I asked Belinda to invite Cathy out for drinks and get her drunk so that she could toss Cathy’s phone into the pool.

Belinda refused me at first, claiming such a method was too underhanded, but I pleaded with her to help me.

It took a lot of convincing, but she finally agreed to help me.”

When he finished explaining, Johnson asked Lucas, “What’s wrong?”

How dare he ask him that?

The expression on Lucas’ face was beyond unpleasant.

Vincent asked, “So when Belinda agreed, she wasn’t agreeing to be together with you?”

“Of course not,” Johnson said.

As though he just realized something, he turned to Lucas and asked, “Did you think Belinda agreed to be with me at that time?”

Lucas said nothing, but the look on his face said it all.

He had indeed thought that way.

Johnson and Vincent didn’t know what to say next.

As though he had a headache, Johnson rubbed his temple and said in a resigned voice, “This is on me, Lucas.

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