His unwanted wife, the world's coveted genius - Chapter 685

Chapter 685:

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“I don’t care what you say—you were jealous!” Lucas tilted his head, raising an eyebrow with smug confidence.

Before Belinda could respond, he softened his tone, his voice dropping low and earnest. “You don’t have to be, Belinda. I only like you. And…” He hesitated for a moment, a flicker of awkwardness crossing his face. “And… I have never kissed anyone other than you.”

Belinda was shocked as she looked up at him, her eyes wide with disbelief. What was he saying? Had he given his first kiss to her? The thought raced through her mind, leaving her stunned.

Lucas had been in a relationship with Verena before marrying her—how was it possible they had never kissed? And yet, the sincerity in Lucas’s eyes made it hard for her to doubt him. He wasn’t the type to lie about something like this.

A flutter of happiness stirred in Belinda’s chest. She quickly pushed it down, masking her joy with a composed expression. Her voice was calm, deliberately dismissive. “Why are you even telling me this? It’s not like I care.”

Lucas replied, “Because I wanted you to know. That’s all.”

Belinda huffed, turning on her heel. “I’m leaving.” Without looking back, she walked away.

“You’re not mad at me anymore, right?” Lucas asked, keeping pace with her as they walked side by side.

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Belinda didn’t bother looking at him. “When was I ever mad at you? I don’t care about you.”

Lucas didn’t respond, but his grin widened.

When they reached the elevator, Belinda gave Lucas a pointed look. “You can go now. Goodbye.”

“Alright, good night,” Lucas replied with a nod, the smile still lingering on his face.

He waited until the elevator doors closed and it began to ascend before turning back toward his car.

But the moment he turned, his cheerful expression hardened. Was what had happened with Verena just an accident, or had she planned it? The thought made him narrow his eyes, a cold glint flickering in their depths.

After returning home, Belinda found her grandmother sitting comfortably on the sofa, engrossed in a TV program.

“Grandma,” Belinda called gently.

Kenia immediately set the remote down, her face lighting up at the sight of her granddaughter. Standing, she motioned toward the bedroom and said, “Come with me, Belinda.”

Belinda blinked, a hint of confusion flickering in her gaze, but she followed Kenia obediently, closing the door behind them. “What’s wrong, Grandma?” she asked.

With a serious expression, Kenia asked, “Are you and Lucas getting along well these days?”

Belinda, looking puzzled, responded, “No, Grandma, what makes you ask that?”

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