?<strong>Chapter 139:</strong>


    Verena quickly stood up and left, her pace quickening as she made her way out. Belinda and Bethany, not staying much longer, also decided to leave.


    Since Belinda had drunk several sses of whiskey, her stomach was in knots, a reminder of how much she had drunk. She made her way toward the kitchen after arriving at the rk family’s home, intending to make herself a soothing cup of honey water to ease the difort in her stomach.


    But before she could reach the kitchen, she bumped into Enzo, who was emerging from the hallway. When she saw him, her frown deepened.


    Kane and Libby didn’t stay at the rk family estate, but Enzo had chosen to remain, iming he wanted to spend more time with Harold.


    “You’re back, Belinda?” Enzo’s voice carried a hint of mild curiosity as he raised an eyebrow at her.


    Belinda didn’t even nce his way, heading straight for the kitchen. Without missing a beat, Enzo followed closely behind.


    He quickly said, “Did you drink tonight? Looking for some honey water to calm your stomach? Let me make it for you.”


    Belinda stopped in her tracks, turning to face him with a sharp, icy gaze. “No need for that. Just stay away from me.” With that, she walked into the kitchen, her tone final.


    Enzo casually leaned against the doorframe, a grin ying at the corners of his mouth. “Oh,e on, Belinda. No need to be so cold toward me.”


    Belinda ignored him, her focus solely on preparing the honey water for herself.


    Unfazed, Enzo continued, “Look, my father and Lucas have their issues, but that’s between them. I’m not like my father. There’s no reason for you to be so hostile toward me.”


    He paused for a moment, watching Belinda with a more sincere expression, and then added with a smile, “In fact, I’d really like to be friends with you, Belinda.”


    At this, Belinda’s hands faltered for a moment as she prepared the honey water, her mind momentarily unsettled.


    Belinda turned her head slowly to look at Enzo. “I just want you to stay away from me.” He wanted to be friends with her? That was absurd. She couldn’t even begin to imagine using that word in connection with someone like Enzo.


    With an expression as cold as ice, Belinda picked up her cup of honey water, preparing to leave. But Enzo blocked her path with ease, not budging an inch.


    Belinda raised her gaze to meet his, her voice calm but sharp. “If you don’t want another ck eye likest time, you’d better step aside now.”


    The memory of the punch Belinda hadnded on him lingered, and Enzo’s expression shifted immediately, his breath catching. He hesitated for a moment, the tension thick in the air. Then, he stepped aside, not daring to push Belinda further.


    Without a second nce at Enzo, Belinda walked past him, her movements smooth and swift. When Enzo watched her leave, a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He found something oddly satisfying in the way she ignored him, treating him like no one important.


    Back in her room, Belinda set her cup of honey water down before heading to the bathroom for a quick shower. By the time she emerged from the bathroom, Lucas had already returned. She gave him a brief nce before moving toward the sofa and sitting down, leisurely sipping her honey water.


    Lucas didn’t waste any time. He approached her and sat down across from her, his voice low and rough as he asked, “What’s going on at the hospital? What’s with the rumors about you there?”


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