?<strong>Chapter 908:</strong>


    Lucas didn’t protest; he just stood there as she unfastened his shirt. ncing down at the worried look on Belinda’s face, Lucas felt an indescribable sense of warmth.


    Once his shirt was off, Belinda stepped behind him to check on his wound.


    The skin around the wound was red and showed signs of scratching, but thankfully, there was no infection.


    Belinda then stepped in front of him and red at him.


    “Did you scratch your wound?”


    Lucas nodded.


    “Yes, it was so itchy.”


    With an exasperated roll of her eyes, Belinda said, “Of course, it’s itchy; the skin’s healing, but you really shouldn’t scratch it! What if you break the skin and it gets infected or worse? You should know that you need to be careful!”


    Lucas met her gaze with an innocent look and stayed silent.


    After a moment, Belinda narrowed her eyes as she asked, “You didn’t do that just to get me toe over, did you?”


    Unexpectedly, three secondster, Lucas actually nodded.


    He then said, “Yes.”


    Stunned and a little angry, Belinda said,


    Lucas held her gaze, his lips parting slightly as he said in a husky tone, “Belinda, I don’t want to lie to you. But I missed you so much, so I did that…”


    For a moment, Belinda didn’t know what to say.


    When Lucas noticed her silence, his smile faded into a cautious frown.


    “Belinda, are you angry with me?” he asked softly.


    Looking at him, a spark of irritation in her eyes, Belinda snapped, “You’re not allowed to do something like this again!”


    After a pause, she shifted her eyes away, her longshes fluttering as she awkwardly added, “Once your wound is fully healed, and if I have the time, I’lle over again.”


    “Really?” Lucas’ eyes lit up instantly.


    Belinda didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she walked over to the cab, retrieved a first-aid kit, and carefully sifted through its contents, looking for something. Before long, she pulled out a tube of ointment. She turned to Lucas and gestured toward a nearby chair.


    “Take a seat.”


    Lucasplied without hesitation, his gaze fixed on her face as she approached.


    Belinda knelt slightly and began applying the ointment to the area around his wound.


    “Let the ointment absorb fully before putting your shirt back on,” she instructed, her voice calm yet firm. Lucas nodded.


    cing the ointment back into the kit, Belinda straightened up and said, “I should be leaving now.”


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