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    He believed he needed to have a proper talk with Faye about this.


    Lucas slowly wrapped his arms around Belinda. “Don’t let it bother you,” he coaxed, stroking her back. “That happened ages ago, and it was just once.”


    Belinda pouted. “I’m not upset about that, it’s just… this whole dynamic she seems to think you have. It makes me ufortable.”


    She leaned into Lucas’s embrace and wound her arms tightly around his chest.


    She took a deep breath, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “I guess I have a possessive streak,” she muttered. “Even if she’s your niece, I can’t help but feel jealous and annoyed by her presence. Tell me the truth, Lucas—do you think I’m being ridiculous?”


    Lucas’s lips slowly curled into a satisfied smile.


    He tightened the hug and dropped a kiss on the top of her head. “Not at all,” he said tenderly. “I love it when you’re possessive of me. I’m yours, Belinda. Yours alone.”


    His reassurance swept away thest traces of difort in Belinda’s heart. She said nothing more and simply nuzzled her head into the crook of his shoulder.


    Lucas knew she trusted him, and he was more than content with that.


    They cuddled a while longer before Belinda pulled away from his embrace to take a shower.


    Lucas told her to go ahead while he went to see Johnson. In reality, however, he headed straight to Faye’s room.


    He soon rang the doorbell.


    Less than a minuteter, Faye opened the door.


    “Uncle Lucas!” she eximed, her eyes lighting up with delight. “What a nice surprise.”


    She stepped aside and eagerly waved him in. “Please,e in!”


    Lucas didn’t move. He simply said, “Let’s just talk outside.”


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    Faye pursed her lips and whined, “Why do we have to do it outside? It’s cold.”


    “Then put an extra coat on,” Lucas replied in a measured tone.


    It waste, and as a man with a girlfriend, it wasn’t appropriate for him to enter another woman’s room, even if she was his niece.


    Seeing that he wasn’t about to relent, Faye had no choice but toply.


    She hurried back inside, grabbed her coat, and stepped out the door.


    They didn’t go far—just to a small garden tucked to the side of the hotel.


    “Uncle Lucas,” Faye spoke first. “What did you want to talk about?”


    Lucas got straight to the point. “From now on, don’t talk about our childhood in front of Belinda again.”


    Faye’s expression froze at his words. “Uncle Lucas—”


    “I want Belinda to be happy and secure in our rtionship,” Lucas interrupted without missing a beat. “The past belongs in the past. There’s no point in bringing it up, so just stop.”


    There was a hint of impatience in his voice.


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