?<strong>Chapter 254:</strong>


    “Belinda!” he called out, knocking on the door several times.


    The silence from inside the bathroom made his chest tighten with worry.


    “Belinda! Answer me!” His voice grew louder, edged with panic.


    Finally, a muffled groan of pain broke through the tense quiet. “Ugh…”


    Hearing this, Lucas couldn’t hold himself back any longer.


    He gripped the doorknob, twisting it open, and rushed inside.


    The sight before him made his breath hitch.


    His pupils constricted, and a flush of heat surged through him.


    Belinda was sprawled on the tiled floor, her tall, graceful figure exposed in its entirety.


    Her long, elegant legs, the soft curve of her chest, and even…


    Every part of her wasid bare under his stunned gaze.


    Belinda’s eyes flew open, catching Lucas standing frozen in ce, his wide-eyed stare locked on her.


    Her face turned crimson as a sharp scream tore from her lips. “Ah! Lucas! You pervert! Close your eyes right now!”


    Her voice shook with both embarrassment and indignation as she scrambled to cover herself with her hands, shielding her chest and lower body.


    But her flustered movements only entuated her natural allure, making her look even more charming now.


    Lucas’ eyes narrowed, his gaze darkening as a flicker of something unreadable passed through them.


    His Adam’s apple bobbed visibly before he moved.


    Without a word, he grabbed a bath towel hanging nearby and tossed it over Belinda.


    After that, he stepped closer to her.


    He bent down and scooped her into his arms with ease.


    The warmth of her skin against his sent an unwee rush of sensations through him, his desire flickering in his eyes for a brief moment.


    Carrying her to the bed, heid her down gently.


    Belinda wasted no time pulling the nket over herself, hiding from his lingering gaze.


    “Where did you hurt yourself?” Lucas asked, his voice deep and slightly hoarse, carrying an unintentional allure that made it almost impossible to ignore.


    Belinda’s cheeks med instantly, her embarrassment clear.


    She bit her lower lip nervously before replying in a low voice, “My butt.”


    At her hesitant reply, a flicker of awkwardness crossed Lucas’ face.


    He turned his head slightly, covering his mouth as he cleared his throat in an attempt to maintainposure.


    Without saying more, he walked to the bathroom, retrieved Belinda’s clothes, and ced them neatly on the bed.


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