?<strong>Chapter 918:</strong>


    Belinda hurriedly collected her belongings and returned to Lucas’ vehicle.


    Neither of them spoke on the way to Belinda’s ce.


    Upon arriving, Lucas strode directly into the kitchen without hesitation. A short whileter, he returned to the living room holding an ice pack and a towel.


    With deft hands, he wrapped the ice pack in the towel and positioned one hand behind Belinda’s head while gently applying the coldpress to her swollen forehead with the other.


    Belinda flinched at the sudden chill and let out a soft hiss of difort.


    “Does it hurt?” Lucas asked, his brow furrowing with genuine concern.


    “It’s not painful—just a bit chilly,” Belinda replied.


    “Just bear with it for a while,” Lucas said softly.


    Belinda nodded and instinctively reached for the ice pack.


    “I can hold it myself.”


    “Don’t move,” Lucas said.


    At his words, Belinda instantly froze in ce, feeling the weight of his seriousness.


    Though Lucas didn’t utter another word, his expression remained grim. Belinda nced at him, her eyes shing briefly as she said, “That person was hurt worse than I was.”


    Lucas believed her without question. He knew that Belinda wasn’t someone who was easy to mess with. She would always retaliate on the spot. Yet still, anger bubbled within him like a fierce storm.


    When the ice pack treatment concluded, Lucas set it aside and inspected Belinda’s forehead closely. The swelling had diminished considerably; however, the bump still lingered—a sight that tightened his chest with frustration.


    Lucas’ brows knitted together as a flicker of sympathy crossed his eyes for what she had endured.


    Just as Belinda was about to speak again, she felt an unexpected warmth on her forehead—it was Lucas kissing her gently there.


    She swallowed hard, her heartbeat racing.


    “You…” she began, her voice uncertain, but before she could form another word, Lucas cut her off.


    “Are you hungry?” His voice wasposed, as if the intimate moment had never urred.


    “I’ll cook something for you.”


    Belinda stared at him in disbelief.


    “You are cooking?”


    A slight grin formed on Lucas’ lips as he replied yfully, “Just wait and see.”


    With that, he stood up and made his way to the kitchen.


    Could Lucas truly cook? The more Belinda pondered this, the more astonishing it seemed.


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