His unwanted wife, the world’s coveted genius by Derk Blaylock

Chapter 593

Chapter 593:

Hooper watched them, his eyes wide with disbelief, his mouth agape. Was this the saloof and proud Lucas

he knew? It was as if Lucas were possessed or something.

Inside the house, Belinda led Lucas upstairs to his room.

When Belinda stepped inside, a wave of nostalgia washed over her. The layout and furnishings were exactly as

she remembered, unchanged. Even the twin beds remained.

Belinda’s long lashes fluttered as she inhaled deeply.

Then, she turned to Lucas, her expression turning cold. “I'm leaving now.”

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Lucas, however, still clung to her coat, his eyes and posture conveying his reluctance.

“Let go!” Belinda exclaimed.

She wrenched her coat free and turned to leave, but Lucas instantly followed her, clutching the hem of her coat

again.

Belinda glared at Lucas, gritting her teeth. “What do you want now?”

Lucas remained silent, his gaze fixed on Belinda, a pitiful look in his eyes.

Belinda sighed inwardly. It was now clear: Lucas intended to cling to her like a lost puppy tonight. Wherever she

went, he would be her inseparable shadow.

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She knew reasoning with a drunk was futile.

“Now! Get into bed and sleep!” Belinda snapped, her teeth clenched in frustration.

Lucas responded with a silly grin. He kicked off his shoes but left the rest of his clothes on as he flopped onto the

bed.

As soon as he hit the mattress, his hand darted out and caught the hem of Belinda’s coat.

Belinda couldn't help but roll her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to stay calm. She told herself

there was no point in being mad at Lucas now.

At worst, she could wait until he fell asleep and then leave.

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With that thought, Belinda sat on the edge of the bed.

“Close your eyes and sleep,” she said sharply to Lucas.

Lucas obeyed immediately, shutting his eyes like an obedient child.

Ten minutes passed.

Belinda watched as Lucas’ breathing evened out, the rise and fall of his chest signaling he was fast asleep.

She then reached to free her coat from his grasp. But she quickly realized she couldn't do that.

Lucas’ grip was firm.

Frowning, she tugged harder but in vain.

Frustration bubbled to the surface, and Belinda bit back a string of curses.