His unwanted wife, the world’s coveted genius

Chapter 1058:

Belinda’s response was simple and honest. “No.”

Lucas’ breath caught in his throat.

Sensing his tension, Belinda added gently, “But that doesn’t matter now, does it? We’re already back together.”

Lucas’ lips curved into a relieved smile. “Right. That’s all that matters.”

That night, Lucas stayed at Belinda’s place.

Belinda, unable to refuse him, allowed him to stay.

But they slept in separate rooms.

Sometime past midnight, Belinda stirred from her sleep, a sharp pain twisting in her abdomen.

Groaning, she made her way to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, she finally emerged, exhaling shakily as she crawled back into bed.noveldrama

Just as she pulled the blanket over herself, a soft knock echoed from her door. Belinda hesitated before getting up to answer it.

Lucas stood there, concern etched deep into his features. “Are you alright? Are you feeling unwell again?”

Before Belinda could respond, his expression shifted. Without warning, he stepped forward and brushed his fingers lightly against her neck, his frown deepening. “Belinda, is that a rash?”

Since Belinda wasn’t wearing a scarf now, the faint red patches on her skin were visible.

Belinda nodded slightly. “It’s nothing serious—just a bit itchy. I already applied some ointment, so you don’t need to worry.”

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Lucas didn’t say anything, his face still clouded with concern. “Why are you still awake at this hour?”

Belinda asked.

“I woke up feeling thirsty, so I got up for some water. Then I saw the faint glow of light coming from your room and figured you were up, too,” Lucas explained.

He was staying in the room next to hers.

“Were you feeling unwell just now?” he asked.

“Just a stomachache, but it’s a lot better now,” Belinda replied.

Lucas didn’t hesitate. “Go and lie down. I’ll rub your stomach for you.”

Before Belinda could say anything, he took her hand and led her to the bed.

Belinda didn’t refuse and obediently lay down.

Lucas sat at the edge of the bed and gently pressed his palm against her abdomen, his touch warm and careful.

“Here? Does it hurt?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Belinda murmured, nodding slightly.

Lucas didn’t speak. He simply continued, his fingers moving in slow, soothing circles over her stomach.

After a few minutes, Belinda told him it was fine now and that it didn’t hurt anymore, but Lucas didn’t stop. Half an hour later, he finally stopped.

“Belinda,” he said, his voice carrying the weight of exhaustion, “I’m tired now…”

“Would it be alright if I stayed here and shared a bed with you tonight?”

Belinda fixed Lucas with a stern look, her tone sharp. “Lucas! You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

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