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Chapter 843

Chapter 843:
When Lucas heard that, his face lit up, and he immediately reached for his phone.
“Let’s do that right now. I—”
The sharp pain from his injury stopped him mid-motion, forcing a pained cry from his lips.
“Don’t move!” Belinda shot to her feet, gently but firmly pressing him back against the bed. Her tone carried a mix of worry and scolding.
“Are you out of your mind? You’re injured! What were you thinking, moving like that? What if you tear your wound?”
“I just wanted to grab my phone…” Lucas replied, his voice soft and full of innocence.
Belinda shook her head and replied, “I’ll get it for you.”
She strode to the other side of the bed, picked up his phone, and returned to sit down.
Pulling out her own phone, she opened her block list and tapped Lucas’ number, quickly removing it.
“See? You’re officially off my block list.”
Then, she opened her messaging app and re-added his contact.
She turned her attention to Lucas’ phone.
As she picked it up, the screen lit up, revealing the lock screen wallpaper. Her hand froze.
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Because staring back at her was… a photo of herself.
Lucas cleared his throat awkwardly, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks.
“The password is your birthday.”
Belinda hesitated for a beat before typing in the digits. The phone unlocked immediately, and to her surprise, the main screen wallpaper was also a picture of her.
She didn’t comment, though her eyes flickered with a trace of amusement.
Remaining composed, she opened the messaging app, added her contact, and then waved the phone in front of Lucas.
“See? It’s done.”
Lucas smiled.
“Perfect,” he said, his tone warm and pleased.
Before he could say anything else, a sharp knock interrupted them.
“Come in,” Belinda said, glancing toward the door.
It opened with a quiet click, and two familiar figures stepped inside. Belinda blinked in surprise before recognition softened her features.
“Mollie, Darren. You’re here.”
Lucas greeted them as well.
“How are you feeling?” Mollie asked as she approached the bed.
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