His unwanted wife, the world’s coveted genius

Chapter 797:

“If Nigel is visiting, I’ll always make time for him, no matter how busy I am,” Lucas said, his expression quickly returning to its usual calm, revealing nothing of his true thoughts.

Just then, a servant entered, carrying a chair. She paused, hesitating, unsure where to place it.

“Next to Belinda,” Lucas instructed without missing a beat.

The servant followed his order without question and positioned the chair between Belinda and Devin.

Lucas didn’t wait; he strode over and sank into the seat, settling in with a deliberate air. He leaned back lazily, one arm draped across the back of Belinda’s chair.

The pose might have appeared nonchalant, but the unspoken message of his possessiveness was unmistakable.

Nigel cleared his throat, breaking the tension. “Lucas, how have you been lately?”

Lucas met his gaze with an easy smile. “Work’s been fine. My love life, though? Not so much.”

His words lingered in the air as his eyes shifted to Belinda. His voice dipped low, suggestive. “Belinda here is still resisting me, so I’ll just have to keep at it.”

When Nigel heard this, his expression stiffened, and his gaze grew complicated.

Devin, meanwhile, cast an involuntary glance at Belinda.

Belinda herself stayed silent, but her grip on the fork tightened ever so slightly, a barely perceptible reaction.

Lucas turned his attention to Devin. “And you, Devin? Found yourself a girlfriend yet? You’d better hurry, Nigel’s starting to worry about you.”

Devin smiled faintly, unruffled. “I’ll get around to it,” he replied evenly.

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As though suddenly remembering something, Lucas shifted his focus back to Belinda. His tone softened, almost playful. “Oh, by the way, I got you a pair of swimming goggles. They’ll make learning to swim easier.”

The abrupt change in topic caused the entire table to glance at Belinda.

“You are learning how to swim?” Harold asked, his curiosity piqued.

“Oh, I’ve been teaching Belinda how to swim lately,” Lucas said with a casual shrug, as though it was no big deal.

Hearing this, Belinda couldn’t help but feel resigned.

The sudden mention of swimming goggles caught her off guard; it was so random that it felt deliberate. Lucas must have said that on purpose.

Nigel’s eyes darted between Lucas and Belinda, his expression turning more perplexed by the second.

Then something caught his attention—two adhesive bandages on Lucas’ neck.

“Lucas, what happened to your neck? Did you get hurt?” he asked instinctively.

Lucas arched a brow, his gaze sliding toward Belinda. His voice carried a note of exasperation. “That’s a question you’ll need to ask Belinda.”

Belinda’s breaths became increasingly labored. This time, she found herself unable to contain her emotions any longer and turned to glare intensely at Lucas, her eyes ablaze with unspoken thoughts.

Devin’s expression shifted slightly. He regarded Belinda with profound, shadowy eyes, his throat feeling parched.

Lucas, however, abruptly curved his lips into a playful grin, teasingly saying, “Her cat scratched me.”

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