Chapter 666



Breaking the tense silence, Johnson tried to placate Lucas. “Uh, Lucas, look… Trust me, Belinda doesn’t like Devin like that. She just thinks he’s a decent guy; that’s all.”

“Exactly! They’re just sharing a meal. There’s nothing else going on,” Vincent quickly added, his tone almost too eager.

But Lucas said nothing. His gaze remained glued to Belinda and Devin, unyielding and cold.

Belinda might only see Devin as a decent man now, but Lucas couldn’t shake the thought—what if repeated encounters changed her mind?

His chest tightened as he recalled her recent words to him, blunt and cutting, claiming his pursuit felt like an unnecessary burden. The memory stung as much as the present scene did.

Lucas’ eyes never wavered from Belinda and Devin the entire time. His gaze followed their every interaction like a hawk.

Belinda seemed oblivious to the tension across the room. Her laughter rang out, her smile radiant as she enjoyed her meal with Devin.

Devin, ever poised and confident, kept the conversation flowing effortlessly.

He leaned forward occasionally, his tone animated, ensuring Belinda’s full attention remained on him.

Belinda smiled and kept her gaze on him too.

This made Lucas feel even more displeased.

The tightness in Lucas’ chest deepened, the knot of displeasure twisting painfully. When Devin eventually rose from the table and headed toward the restroom, Lucas saw his chance. He stood abruptly, his chair scraping the floor, and followed Devin without a word. In the restroom, Devin didn’t seem the least bit surprised to see Lucas. Throughout the meal, he had felt the searing intensity of Lucas’ glare.

“Devin, can we talk?” Lucas said.

“Sure,” Devin nodded in response.

The two walked to a nearby balcony to talk.

Lucas shut the door firmly behind them.

Devin leaned casually against the railing. “Alright, Lucas. Let’s talk.”

“Keep your distance from Belinda.” Lucas’ tone was direct, his lips barely parting as he made his demand.

Devin, without missing a beat, smiled and responded, “Sorry, Lucas, but I can’t do that.”

Lucas’ eyebrows knitted together, his expression hardening as his voice took on an icy edge. “We’ve been friends for years, Devin, and things have always been good between us. But you should know better than to pursue a friend’s ex-wife. Surely you understand that?”

“I do.” Devin nodded, his response swift.

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