?<strong>Chapter 251:</strong>


    Sighing, Belinda had no choice but to reply, “It was Lucas. He just happened to give me a lift to work today.”


    A long, tense silence followed.


    “Belinda,” Sarai finally said, “I actually think that you and Mr. rk have a rather harmonious rtionship.


    Last time, why did you—”


    “It’s gettingte,” Kenia suddenly cut her off. “You should go home and rest, Belinda.”


    Belinda nodded and stood up. “Okay, I’m leaving now.”


    “Take care on your way home,” Kenia said.


    “Got it! I’ll see you guys another day,” Belinda replied.


    Once Belinda had left, Kenia turned to Sarai and said in a stern tone, “In the future, try not to bring up Lucas in Belinda’s presence.”


    Sarai pressed her lips together and nodded without saying anything, but a strange look shed in her eyes.


    Lucas was already at the rk family estate by the time Belinda arrived.


    She didn’t greet him at all.


    She went about her routine as if he weren’t there, taking a shower and then sitting on the sofa to read a book.


    Not once did she nce in Lucas’ direction.


    Lucas, on the other hand, would periodically nce at Belinda.


    When he finally realized that she was ignoring him, his brows knitted.


    Her attitude toward him made him feel upset somehow.


    Since she hadn’t slept well the previous night, Belinda went to bed early today.


    When Lucas woke up and made to leave the room the next morning, he noticed that Belinda was still asleep.


    That was odd.


    He had heard her rm go off several times already.


    Lucas walked over to Belinda’s side of the bed and noticed that her face was flushed.


    Frowning, he reached out to press his palm against her forehead and check her temperature.


    She was burning hot!


    Belinda was running a fever.


    Lucas’ expression shifted slightly. “Belinda,” he called out in an urgent tone as he shook her shoulder gently. “Belinda? Wake up…”


    It took a while and some effort, but Belinda was finally able to open her bleary eyes.


    “What is it?” she asked, squinting at her surroundings in mild confusion.


    “You’re running a fever,” Lucas replied gently.


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