?<strong>Chapter 327:</strong>


    In the past, Belinda’s presence had only been an annoyance to him. He had always treated her like she didn’t even exist. Even after she had returned from abroad, their rtionship had not been good.


    But now, as she leaned on him with such innocent trust, he felt an unfamiliar warmth stir in his chest—a sensation he couldn’t quite name.


    It wasn’t long before Belinda, exhausted from her earlier antics, fell into a deep sleep. Her breathing evened out, her grip on Lucas’ neck loosening a little.


    When they arrived home, Lucas carried Belinda upstairs and into her room. Heid her carefully on the bed and turned to leave, but before he could step away, Belinda’s hand shot out, catching him by the cor.


    Her grip was surprisingly strong, and before he could react, she tugged him down toward her.


    Lucas stumbled slightly, bracing one hand on the mattress to keep from falling too suddenly. But the motion brought him closer to Belinda than he had anticipated, and his lips brushed against hers.


    As Lucas’ lips met Belinda’s, his pupils contracted sharply, his breath catching in his throat. At that exact moment, Belinda’s drowsy eyes fluttered open, her longshes grazing against Lucas’ cheek slightly, like soft feathers.


    The fleeting touch sent an electric jolt through Lucas, stirring something deep and unfamiliar within his body.


    A few seconds passed, each one charged with unspoken tension, before Lucas pushed himself up slightly. His voice came out husky and uneven. “What are you doing, Belinda?” he asked.


    Belinda met his gaze with unwavering intensity, her cheeks flushed a delicate pink that only enhanced her beauty.


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    With a soft yet firm voice, she replied, “Kissing you.” Her words, so simple yet so bold, struck Lucas harder than he had expected.


    His dark eyes smoldered as his Adam’s apple bobbed. “Besides kissing me,” he murmured, his voice low and tinged with charm, “what else do you want to do?”


    Instead of answering, Belinda acted. She slid her arms around Lucas’ neck, pulling him down again, and pressed her lips to his with a gentle yet determined move.


    The kiss deepened naturally, their movements growing bolder as if neither could resist the maic pull between them.


    Belinda’s lips parted slightly, allowing Lucas to explore further, his tongue tracing hers with a deliberate, intoxicating rhythm.


    Her heart pounded like a drum, each beat echoing through her as she gave in to the overwhelming emotions coursing through her.


    As the kiss intensified, Belinda’s hands moved instinctively, fumbling with the buttons of Lucas’ shirt. One popped open, then two…


    But when Belinda struggled with the third, Lucas’ hand shot out and grabbed hers.


    He propped himself up, his gaze roaming over her face.


    Belinda’s lips were slightly swollen and glistening from the intensity of the kiss, giving her an allure that was impossible to ignore.


    Lucas’ voice, rough and deep, broke the silence. “Belinda, do you know what you’re doing right now?”


    Their eyes met, the space between them charged with intimacy.


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