?<strong>Chapter 495:</strong>


    With that, Harold stood up and walked away before Lucas could respond.


    Norma turned to Lucas and said, “You’ll have to give your father some time to think.”


    Lucas gave a quick nod.


    Over the next few days, Lucas made it his mission to follow Belinda to and from work, trailing her in his car like a personal escort. He stayed close behind her, showing no signs of letting up.


    Belinda had grown indifferent to his constant pursuit. She paid him no mind, letting him do whatever he wished.


    One evening, Harold invited Belinda to dinner. After work, Belinda drove herself to the restaurant.


    On her way, she noticed that Lucas’ shy car wasn’t following her, which sparked a momentary sense of confusion. But then, she frowned, irritation creeping up inside her. What was wrong with her? Whether he followed her or not was his business, not hers. Why was she letting him get to her again?


    Upon arriving, Belinda parked her car, stepped out, and made her way to the private room. When she entered, it was empty. Harold wasn’t there yet, so she settled onto the sofa to wait.


    About a minuteter, the door creaked open. Belinda nced up, ready to greet Harold, but her expression shifted when she saw who had just stepped inside.


    What on earth was Lucas doing here?


    Lucas had actually arrived before Belinda, but he worried that she might leave if she saw him as soon as she arrived. So, he had waited for her to enter the private room before making his move.


    “Where’s Harold?” Belinda asked, her tone sharp with hostility.


    “He’s noting,” Lucas replied, shutting the door behind him and walking further into the room.


    After a brief pause, he added, “I had Harold set this up.”


    Belinda’s brow furrowed slightly, her expression remaining calm. “Lucas, I don’t want to talk to you. There’s nothing for us to discuss. I’ll leave now.”


    With that, she rose from the sofa, grabbed her bag, and moved toward the door.


    As she walked past Lucas, he reached out and caught her arm.


    “Can’t we at least sit down for a meal?” he asked.


    “No,” Belinda replied coldly, yanking her arm free.


    But just as she took a step forward, Lucas bent down and effortlessly swept her into his arms.


    Belinda was taken aback by his sudden move.


    “Lucas, what do you think you’re doing?” As Belinda lost her bnce, her instincts kicked in, and her arm looped around Lucas’ neck.


    Her words were sharp with frustration.


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