NovelEnglishChapter 1327: Harold's face darkened.
"Let's not bring her up. She caused too much trouble, and Lucas has already dealt with her." "But-" Georgie started, only to be cut off by Faye.
"Mom, stop. Uncle Lucas' personal life isn't our business. Let's just leave it alone." After a moment's reflection, Georgie let the topic drop.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMeanwhile, at Belinda's home, Lucas gently took her hand as they stepped inside.
His voice was tender as he said, "You are a little upset, aren't you?" Belinda blinked, a flicker of confusion in her eyes as she studied Lucas' face.
"When Faye threw herself atearlier," Lucas began, "I couldn't help but notice-you were a bit upset by it." A soft laugh escaped Belinda's lips.
"Nothing slips past you," she teased.
Pressing her lips into a thoughtful line for a moment, she admitted, "It's true. I was a bit upset at that time. Even if she is your niece, she's still a woman, and the way she clung to you like that? It rubbedthe wrong way." She looked at Lucas, a hint of mischief in her eyes.
"Besides, judging by what your sister said, it seems like Faye used to do this kind of thing a lot." Lucas faltered, visibly caught off guard. His expression stiffened as he searched for the right words.
"Well... That was back when she was younger. You know how families can be-we tend to spoil the youngest." He paused for a moment, then added, "But she has grown up since then. She rarely acts that way anymore. Today was an exception. She just hadn't seenin so long and got a little overexcited. That's all." He clasped Belinda's hand more tightly.
"But didn't I push her away right away? I didn't even hesitate." His voice lowered with conviction.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Belinda, I belong to you. No one-not even family-will cbetween us. I won't let any woman get close to me. You're the only one for me." Touched by his words, Belinda couldn't help but smile.
Lucas gently lifted her hand to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to Her fingers. His gaze held hers.
"I can tell you were jealous," he m murmured, "and honestly... that makeshappy. Belinda didn't reply, but her smile deepened.
Meanwhile, in a basement.
The room was dark and humid. The scent of mold mixed with the sharp, metallic stench of dried blood.
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