?<strong>Chapter 469:</strong>


    Belinda cast her gaze downward, her longshes quivering faintly. When she spoke, her voice was steady, stripped of any emotion. “I won’t deny that I still love him. But I’m tired now. I can’t keep loving him anymore. So, whether Lucas cares about me or not, it no longer matters to me.”


    Her words hung in the air, delivered with such calmness that it was as if she were speaking of something entirely trivial. There was no trace of emotion in her voice.


    The more poised Belinda seemed, the more unsettled Johnson became. After all this time, Lucas had finally realized his feelings for Belinda, yet now, Belinda…


    Then again, Johnson believed what Belinda had said was understandable. Belinda had fully let go of Lucas, and with that, she had no hope left for their rtionship.


    With that in mind, Johnson chose not to press further on the matter, not wanting to pressure Belinda. It was wiser for him to stay out of it and allow things to unfold on their own.


    Although he tried to convince himself of that,ter on…


    After dinner, Johnson sat in his car in the parking lot, his mind made up. Despite everything, he still sent Lucas the time and location of Belinda’s blind date.


    Five minutester, Lucas’ name shed on his phone screen. He was calling him.


    Johnson picked up the phone. “Hello?”


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    Lucas’ voice came through, tinged with curiosity. “What did you just send me?”


    “I sent you the details for Belinda’s blind date tonight,” Johnson replied casually.


    On the other end of the line, Lucas’ expression darkened instantly. “Is she going on another blind date today?” he asked.


    Johnson responded calmly, “Yes. The moment I got the time and location, I sent them to you. What you do with that information is entirely up to you.” He felt it was best to leave it at that.


    “Understood,” Lucas replied, his voiceced with a subtle edge of frustration. After a brief pause, his tone softened. “Appreciate it, Johnson.”


    Johnson rolled his eyes, his expression dripping with annoyance. “Spare me the gratitude. Just do me a favor and don’t punch me again in the future, alright? I’m even starting to feel scared of you!”


    Hearing that, Lucas couldn’t help but chuckle.


    “Alright, alright! Cut the sarcasm. I’m sorry, okay?” he said.


    Not ready to let the matter go so easily, Johnson replied, “An apology won’t cut it. From now on, every time we go out for dinner, drinks, or anything, you’re footing the bill.”


    He brazenly spelled out his demand.


    “Alright, no problem,” Lucas responded without a second thought.


    “Now that’s what I’m talking about. Alright, I need to hang up now.” With that, Johnson ended the call.


    Later in the evening, Lucas arrived at the Milnd Restaurant. He opted for a window seat in a quiet corner.


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