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    Still, she powered through until her shift ended before leaving the hospital. In the parking lot, her gaze settled on a familiar car, a wee sight after the relentless day.


    She approached, slid into the passenger seat, and turned to Lucas. “What made you decide to pick me up?” she asked.


    “I figured you must be exhausted,” Lucas replied with quiet warmth. “Shut your eyes and rx. I’ll get you home safely.”


    Belinda was indeed both tired and sleepy. She nodded, sank into the seat, and soon slipped into sleep.


    Lucas stole a nce at her, a soft smile ying on his lips. His Dr. Star had poured her all into her work.


    The drive was smooth and unhurried, with Lucas taking care not to wake Belinda. When the car pulled up to her ce, he didn’t wake her. Instead, he gently reclined her seat, letting her rest morefortably. Belinda slept deeply, not stirring until after ten that night. Lucas remained in the car, keeping a quiet vigil.


    When Belinda finally awoke, disoriented by her surroundings, she sat upright.


    “You’re awake?” Lucas’ low, soothing voice came from beside her.


    Turning to him, Belinda looked a bit resigned. “Lucas, we’re home. Did it not cross your mind to wake me? Have you just been sitting here this whole time?”


    Lucas chuckled lightly. “You were sleeping so soundly; I couldn’t bear to disturb you. Plus, I had no pressing ns.”


    After a brief pause, he asked, “Are you hungry?”


    “I am,” Belinda admitted, her stomach punctuating the moment with a loud rumble.


    “Let’s go inside and eat something,” Lucas said.


    “Okay.”


    They climbed out of the car and entered the house.


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    Margie, always thoughtful, swiftly warmed up the meal she had prepared earlier and set it on the table.


    Both hungry, Lucas and Belinda ate heartily.


    Afterward, they stepped outside for a leisurely walk, savoring the crisp night air. Lucas held Belinda’s hand gently, his voice soft. “Belinda, is there something you want to say to me?”


    Belinda’s steps faltered at Lucas’ words. She turned her head to look at him but refrained from saying anything.


    Lucas’ lips curved ever so slightly, and he said in his smooth, velvety voice, “My dear Dr. Star.”


    Belinda chuckled. “You’ve figured it out?” she asked, a mix of surprise and delight in her tone as she looked at him.


    “I wasn’t sure at first, but I immediately recognized you the moment you walked out of the operating room,” Lucas replied.


    Belinda had been in full disguise—wearing a hat, mask, and sses. Even her distinctive eyes had appeared altered behind the sses at the time, but Lucas had recognized her.


    She was the woman he loved, after all. How could he not recognize her?


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