His unwanted wife, the world's coveted genius - Chapter 158

Chapter 158:

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Johnson couldn’t suppress his laughter upon seeing this. It was his first time seeing Belinda let loose like this, and it was unexpectedly entertaining.

Suddenly, Belinda turned to Johnson with a playful scowl. “You! Yes, you, over there. Why aren’t your hands up? Join in the fun with me; don’t just sit there!”

Caught off guard, Johnson pointed to himself, incredulous yet amused. “Me?”

“Yes, you! Get those hands up—show me some spirit!” Belinda exclaimed, her voice ringing with infectious enthusiasm.

Johnson was frozen, momentarily baffled. He realized that Belinda was indeed completely drunk this time. She didn’t even recognize him anymore, not calling him by his name.

“Come on! Or do I need to go there and make you put your hands up myself?” Belinda said, her impatience growing by the second.

Resigned to the absurdity of the moment and seeing no value in arguing with a tipsy Belinda, Johnson finally lifted his hands, waving them with a resigned smile.

“There! That’s the spirit!” Belinda clapped, clearly pleased.

Johnson hoped her interest would wane soon, but instead, Belinda’s energy only seemed to increase. She had him clapping, singing, and at one point, even attempting a dance step.

Johnson realized this couldn’t go on much longer. With a sigh, he walked over, grabbed Belinda’s discarded boots, and gently lifted her from the sofa.

“Time to call it a night, superstar,” he said.

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“How dare you!” Belinda protested, her playful indignation peaking as she playfully tugged at Johnson’s hair and ear. “You rogue, let go of me!”

“Ouch, ouch—easy there!” Johnson winced, quickening his steps toward the exit.

As he reached the doorway, Johnson nearly collided with Lucas, who had just unexpectedly come out of the opposite room.

Johnson paused abruptly, the sudden encounter catching him off guard. Lucas, equally surprised, took a moment to process the scene before his eyes—Belinda in Johnson’s arms, both looking slightly disheveled now. His expression shifted from surprise to something else, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight.

Belinda was in Johnson’s arms. Lucas, his expression tightening, demanded coolly, “What’s going on here? Why are you two together?”

Before Johnson could explain the situation, Belinda, still in his arms, playfully grasped his face. “You’re quite the catch! Would you tell me your name? I think you can be my new boyfriend,” she slurred, her words laced with a teasing charm.

The corridor quieted to a hush at her words.

Johnson glanced toward Lucas, his expression a mix of awkwardness and resignation. He was momentarily at a loss for words, unsure of how to explain the situation to Lucas.

The assistant following Lucas quickly lowered his head, trying not to draw any attention. But he couldn’t hold back his curiosity and sneaked a glance at Lucas. He noticed that Lucas’ expression was as dark as a storm cloud.

Lucas’ eyes grew cold, and his voice carried a sharp edge as he said to Johnson, “This situation—what exactly is happening here?”

Johnson, sensing the rising tension, tried to explain everything. “Lucas, it’s not what it seems. We were just having dinner, and Belinda ended up drinking too much because she was upset.”

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