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    Without giving Galen a chance to respond, Belinda turned on her heel and strode out of the private room with resolute steps.


    Galen watched her leave and let out a snort.


    He was unreasonable?


    She had some nerve to call him that!


    After leaving, Belinda still felt a storm of frustration churning inside.


    She inhaled deeply, letting the crisp air cool her frustration. After a few moments, she regained herposure.


    In an attempt to distract herself, she wandered into a nearby boutique. One shop led to another, and before long, she was on a spontaneous shopping spree.


    Perhaps due to her foul mood, she indulged in some impulsive shopping. In nearly every store she entered, she bought something.


    Oddly enough, the retail therapy worked. After shopping, she felt her spirits begin to lift.


    That evening, Lucas was attending a business dinner and couldn’t join her for their usual meal together. So, Belinda dined alone, quietly enjoying her solitude. Later, with time on her hands, she decided to explore more of Soling at her own pace.


    While she was strolling down the softly lit streets, her phone rang. It was Lucas calling. He asked her to pick him up.


    Obliging, Belinda hailed a cab and made her way to the restaurant where Lucas was dining.


    Standing at the doorway of the private room, she gave Lucas a quick call to let him know she had arrived. But Lucas asked her to go in.


    So, Belinda pushed open the door and went inside.


    The vibrant chatter within the room abruptly died as all eyes turned toward Belinda.


    “And who might this be?” someone asked, breaking the stunned silence. Everyone was curious, mainly because Belinda’s striking appearance was hard to ignore.


    Belinda, unfazed by the attention, walked directly over to Lucas. “Let’s go home,” she said.


    The moment Lucas saw her, a bright, genuine smile appeared on his face.


    “Okay.” He rose to his feet without hesitation.


    “Mr. rk, who is this?” one person asked, clearly intrigued.


    “My girlfriend,” Lucas answered proudly, his voice steady.


    His tone, so full of pride with a hint of showing off, gave everyone the impression that having such a girlfriend was an honor to him.


    The others exchanged puzzled looks. Wasn’t it supposed to be the other way around?


    Shouldn’t it be that the woman felt proud to have someone like Lucas as her boyfriend?


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