?<strong>Chapter 380:</strong>


    Johnson fell silent, his eyes betraying a flicker of resignation.


    Even now, Lucas repeated the same firm denial.


    Was it that he hadn’t recognized his own feelings, or did he truly not care for Belinda?


    It appeared it was time to push Lucas to a decision.


    With a chuckle, Johnson said, “Alright, I’m relieved to hear your answer! I’ll go ahead and prepare to confess my feelings to Belinda. I can’t hold back any longer.”


    With those words, Johnson turned and walked away without waiting for a response.


    Lucas watched him leave, his fists tightening and loosening repeatedly.


    A battle seemed to wage in his dark eyes.


    He continued to watch as Johnson approached Belinda and as she left with him.


    At that moment, his expression shifted dramatically.


    His mind went nk, overwhelmed by a surge of emotions.


    Compelled by a sudden impulse, he was ready to follow them.


    But just then…


    “Lucas,e over here,” Harold said, halting him in his tracks.


    Lucas nced at Harold with a furrowed brow and then turned his gaze back toward Belinda and Johnson.


    He noticed them heading toward the back garden.


    A wave of panic surged through him, and he moved to follow them.


    But Harold suddenly stepped forward, grabbing his arm firmly. “Hey! I’m calling you! Didn’t you hear me just now? Come with me!”


    Reluctantly, Lucas allowed himself to be pulled away by Harold.


    After managing to excuse himself from Harold and his guests, Lucas found that Belinda and Johnson were no longer in the banquet hall.


    His concern deepening, Lucas hurried toward the back garden.


    The main hall was bustling, leaving the garden in unusual silence.


    Lucas had only taken a few steps when a familiar voice carried through the air.


    “Come on, will you say yes or no?” Johnson said.


    At the sound, Lucas immediately looked up and turned toward the voice.


    He spotted Belinda and Johnson standing under a tree.


    Johnson’s expression was one of eager anticipation as he awaited Belinda’s response.


    Belinda looked conflicted, her lips pressed tightly together. “Don’t rush me. I need time to think about it,” she said.


    Johnson’s insistence grew.


    He reached out, gently pulling Belinda toward him by the shoulders, his tone urgent. “What’s there to think about? You can’t hesitate! I need an answer now, yes or no?”


    When Lucas saw this, his expression turned stormy, his handsome features marred by deep frustration.


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