?<strong>Chapter 330:</strong>


    She wanted to go to the bathroom without waking Lucas.


    But as soon as her feet touched the ground… “Where are you going?” A groggy yet deep voice echoed beside her.


    Belinda froze.


    Her back stiffened as she shrank into the nket, clutching it tightly around her.


    “What now? nning to run off and pretend that nothing happened after having sex with mest night?” Lucas’ voice carried azy, husky tone, the kind that made Belinda’s ears tingle and her resolve falter.


    Belinda’s lips twitched involuntarily at his words.


    She was the one who was at a disadvantage here! How could Lucas have just said that?


    But she didn’t dare voice her thoughts aloud.


    Instead, she forced a nervousugh. “Uh, well… I just wanted to take a shower.”


    Her dark eyes flitted about, refusing to meet Lucas’ gaze.


    Lucas raised a brow, clearly unconvinced. “Really? Then why were you sneaking around like that?”


    Belinda shot him a sharp look. “Sneaking around? I was just trying not to wake you up! You were sleeping so soundly, and I thought you could use some rest.”


    “Is that so?” Lucas’ tone wasced with amusement as his sharp eyes lingered on Belinda.


    Flustered, Belinda turned away, unable to endure his prating stare.


    Lucas shifted, propping himself up against the headboard.


    The sheet slid down a little, exposing his broad chest, his muscr frame bathed in soft morning light.


    He looked at Belinda, a knowing smirk curling his lips. “Belinda,” he began, his voice casual but pointed, “were you pretending to be drunkst night? Be honest—have you been nning this for a while?”


    Belinda’sposure shattered.


    “What?” she snapped, turning back to him with wide, indignant eyes. “I was really drunkst night! How could I have nned…”


    Her voice trailed off.


    Her gazended on Lucas’ chest—on the faint red scratches and marks marring his otherwise wless skin.


    She knew that she was the one who had left those marks on him.


    Her face flushed a deep crimson.


    Oh God.


    Had they really gone that wildst night?


    Lucas leaned closer, his smirk deepening. “Convenient, isn’t it? ming everything on the alcohol.”


    Belinda was stunned into silence.


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