?<strong>Chapter 473:</strong>


    “You didn’t know?” Lucas’s anger red. “Then you shouldn’t have agreed to this ridiculous blind date!” His voice rose with frustration.


    Belinda, startled by his intense reaction, briefly faltered. But she quickly regained herposure.


    “Belinda! Is it really necessary for you to go on blind dates like this? Are you so eager to dive into a new rtionship?” Lucas’s words carried a weight of unspoken emotions.


    Belinda met his gaze, her face calm yet resolute. “Yes. I’m eager to start anew and move on from you as quickly as possible,” she replied.


    “I won’t allow it!” Lucas’s fury erupted. His eyes were bloodshot, veins protruding from his forehead, his body trembling with rage.


    Belinda let out a coldugh,pletely dismissing his outburst. Without a word, she turned to leave.


    But Lucas, unable to control his emotions, grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms.


    Before Belinda could understand what was happening, Lucas cupped the back of her head with his hand and kissed her.


    Shock shed across Belinda’s eyes, her mind going nk in an instant.


    As soon as she realized what was happening, she struggled fiercely. However, Lucas’s hold was firm, unyielding.


    Belinda couldn’t do anything as his kiss deepened, growing more insistent.


    Lucas tried to pry her lips apart, but Belinda pressed them together tightly, resisting him with unwavering determination.


    Growing desperate, Lucas intensified his efforts, his lips demanding as he pressed harder. For a brief moment, Belinda’s lips parted slightly, and he seized the opportunity. His tongue pushed inside her mouth, searching for hers.


    In a sh of fury and panic, Belinda acted instinctively. Without hesitation, she bit down hard on Lucas’ tongue.


    Lucas pulled back, hissing in pain, but Belinda didn’t stop. She bit his lip with all her strength.


    Soon, the taste of blood mingled between them.


    Taking advantage of the moment, Belinda shoved Lucas away with all her might.


    He staggered back, his eyes fixed on her. His gaze was dark and intense, a dangerous edge to his expression. Blood smeared his lips, giving him the look of a gothic vampire—dangerous yet oddly captivating.


    With a casual swipe of his thumb, he wiped the blood from his lips, the motion chilling in its nonchnce.


    Belinda’s face flushed with anger as she red at him.


    “Lucas! What the hell is wrong with you?” she shouted.


    Lucas moved toward her, gripping her head in his hands. Their foreheads pressed together, and through gritted teeth, he spoke, “Belinda, I forbid you from going on blind dates from now on. You’re not allowed to be with anyone else. Do you understand?”


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