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

Chapter 871

Chapter 871:

Lucas’ smile grew faintly mischievous, and he offered a half-hearted apology.

“Sorry.”

Belinda didn’t respond. She turned on her heel and headed toward the bathroom.

As Lucas watched her retreating figure, the playful grin slipped from his face. His features grew serious, his

brows furrowing in quiet contemplation. There was something he hadn't told her, something that weighed

heavily on his mind.

He couldn’t shake the suspicion that the hormone medication Belinda had accidentally taken as a child might

somehow have something to do with Holley. But for now, he decided it was best not to tell Belinda about this.

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That night, Belinda lay quietly on the bed beside Lucas’ hospital bed. Sleep eluded her as her thoughts churned.

But she remained perfectly still, not wanting to disturb Lucas’ rest with her movement.

The room was steeped in silence, broken only by the faint rhythm of Lucas’ breathing. Suddenly, the quiet was

interrupted by a soft rustling sound. Belinda froze, her senses sharpening as she heard movement coming from

Lucas’ bed.

The moment Belinda heard movement from Lucas’ bed, she sprang out of bed, slipped on her shoes, and hurried

over to Lucas.

“What's wrong? Do you need to use the bathroom?” she asked, her voice laced with concern as she leaned down

to help Lucas sit up. But before she could steady him fully, Lucas tugged her closer with a firm but gentle pull,

causing her to stumble toward the bed.

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“You!” Belinda exclaimed, startled. Her hand instinctively landed on his shoulder for balance, her wide eyes

locking onto his.

“Lucas, what are you doing? You—"

Before Belinda could finish speaking, Lucas interjected, “Sleep in my bed with me.”

Belinda stammered, taken aback by his words.

Lucas’ gaze bore into hers, his eyes impossible to look away from.

“Tonight, | will sleep by your side.”

Belinda’s breath hitched, her pupils narrowing in shock. She stared at Lucas, her lips parting as if to respond, but

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no words cout.

With a casual raise of his brow, Lucas leaned forward slightly.

“Do | need to make you?” he teased, already reaching for her.

“Stop!” Belinda snapped, her cheeks flushing as she smacked his hand away.

Lucas stopped moving, though his intense gaze never wavered from her.

After a tense pause, Belinda let out a reluctant sigh, slipped off her shoes, and climbed into the bed beside

Lucas.

The bed was big enough for the two of them to lie comfortably. Once Belinda lay down, Lucas moved to lie on his

side to avoid touching his injury. He then pulled Belinda into his arms.