Chapter 331

No, this was too much.

Why did he sound like she was some kind of heartless villain plotting her escape after a moment of shared vulnerability? Belinda’s frustration boiled over.

Turning to Lucas, she hissed, “Lucas, stop acting like the victim here! It was a night where we both lost our way. Can you honestly say you weren’t just as swept up in it as I was?”

Lucas froze, his smirk faltering as her words hung in the air. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Belinda’s bravado crumbled almost immediately, and she clamped her eyes shut in embarrassment. What had she just said?

Clearing her throat awkwardly, Belinda said, “Anyway, I’m getting up now. Turn around!”

Lucas raised a brow, a teasing glint in his eye. “Are we really going back to being this formal after everything?” he asked, his voice low and playful.

Belinda glared daggers at him. “Just look away, Lucas. Now!” she shot back.

With a small, amused shrug, Lucas complied, shifting his gaze to the window. Belinda wasted no time throwing off the blanket. She swung her legs over the edge and got out of bed, but as soon as she stood up, her knees buckled slightly.

She had to steady herself against the nightstand, her body feeling heavy and uncoordinated—a physical echo of the long, turbulent night they had shared. Biting her lip, she made her way toward the bathroom as quickly as her unsteady legs would allow.

The door clicked shut behind her, and only then did Lucas look back toward the bed. He leaned back against the headboard, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he recalled the intensity of the previous night. His gaze drifted to the rumpled sheets, his eyes softening with unspoken emotions and a newfound sense of connection.

Inside the bathroom, Belinda froze when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her reflection told the story of the night before—her hair was a mess, her eyes were slightly swollen, and a faint flush still lingered on her skin. She noticed the faint, reddish marks on her neck, clear signs of the passion they had shared.

Belinda’s face heated up, a mixture of anger and embarrassment washing over her. That jerk, Lucas! How dare he act so composed and innocent when he was just as responsible for this chaos? He was absolutely shameless.

She turned on the tap, splashing cold water on her face to ground herself. Despite her frustration, a small, traitorous part of her couldn't deny the shift that had happened between them. The walls she had built so carefully were now standing on very shaky ground.

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