?<strong>Chapter 255:</strong>


    “I’ll call the servant to help you deal with your injury,” he said, his tone brisk but strained.


    With that, he turned and strode out of the room, the door closing behind him soon after.


    Outside the room, Lucas leaned against the wall, his breathing uneven.


    A storm of emotions swirled within him, leaving him visibly unsettled.


    He nced down, his eyes narrowing at the evidence of his reaction.


    The tension in his pants made his jaw clench as he muttered a frustrated curse under his breath, “Damn it!”


    Suppressing the emotions within him, he headed to the study, dialing Hooper.


    His voice was clipped as he gave the instructions. “Send a female servant to Belinda’s room to help her apply some ointment to her injury.


    She fell earlier.”


    Ending the call, he exhaled slowly, trying topose himself.


    He really needed to calm himself down right now.


    In the bedroom, Belinda struggled to sit up after Lucas left.


    Her movements were slow and careful as she reached for the clothes he had left on the bed.


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    Her heart continued to race, thundering in her chest as her fingers trembled slightly.


    The warmth of Lucas’ hands lingered on her skin, making her shiver slightly.


    The earlier scene reyed vividly in her mind.


    She couldn’t help but bite her lip as a wave of embarrassment and shyness washed over her.


    The lingering difort from her fever had made her feel a bit ufortable earlier.


    Her body had felt sticky from sweat, and she had just wanted to take a shower.


    She had slipped on soap foam, her head heavy and unsteady, causing the tumble that had led to this situation.


    Just as she finished dressing, there was a gentle knock at the door.


    “Come in,” she said softly, her voice still slightly shaky.


    The door creaked open, and a female servant stepped inside, carrying a small tray with healing ointment.


    “Mrs. rk, Mr. rk mentioned that you had a fall and asked me to bring some ointment here and help you apply it,” the servant said.


    Belinda gave a small nod. “Thank you.


    Sorry for the trouble.”


    “It’s no trouble at all, Mrs. rk,” the servant replied with a polite smile.


    She worked swiftly, her hands gentle as she applied the ointment to Belinda’s bruises.


    Once done, she tidied up and left the room quietly.


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