Chapter 1568
Faye let out a sound somewhere between a gasp and a scoff, her eyes wide with disbelief. “I merely mentioned our childhood in passing. Is that a crime? Did Belinda seriously get upset over something so trivial? Isn’t she being a little petty?”
She paused, briefly chewing on her lower lip before muttering, “I’m your niece. It’s weird that she would feel threatened by our bond.”
“She is my girlfriend,” Lucas said firmly, his tone colder now. “Regardless of whether she is reasonable or not, I will always choose her and what gives her peace.”
Faye was left speechless by his words.
It was clear she wasn’t expecting it, which she confirmed by saying, “You’ve changed, Uncle Lucas. You’ve become more and more biased towards Belinda!”
Lucas chuckled lightly. “So what? Isn’t it only natural that I favor the woman I love? Remember not to say such things in the future. I get more irritated each time you say something like this.”
Faye’s expression changed abruptly when she heard the word “irritated.” “All right, I’ve said what I needed to say. You’re a smart woman, so you should know what to do next. Good night.”
Before Faye could respond, Lucas strode past her and went back into the main lobby.
“Uncle Lucas…” Faye tried calling out to stop him, but he didn’t glance back—not even once.
Faye’s chest began to heave as she watched Lucas disappear. Her face had darkened.
It took her a while to compose herself, and she eventually returned to her room with a heavy heart.
It was already well past midnight, but Catherine was still wide awake.
She lay there, staring at the ceiling, replaying Johnson’s “love confession” during the game earlier over and over inside her head.
She found herself wondering if his words had only been part of the game, or if they had somehow come from the heart.
Catherine brooded over the question, but no answer came.
She pressed her palm against her chest and felt the erratic beating of her heart. She had to admit, Johnson’s confession had made her heart flutter.
Unable to fall asleep, Catherine tossed and turned in bed, her thoughts a chaotic whirlpool. Eventually, she gave up, climbed out from under the covers, changed her clothes, and quietly slipped out of her room. She hoped a breath of fresh air might still her racing heart.
But the moment she opened her door, the one directly across from hers creaked open at the same time. Startled, she froze in place. There stood Johnson—tall, composed, and striking in the soft hallway light.
His presence stole the breath from her lungs.
She hesitated, unsure whether to continue her escape into the night or retreat back into the safety of her room.
Johnson, equally surprised to see her, arched a brow with casual charm. “Cathy,” he said, his voice low. “You can’t sleep, either?”
Her heart skipped involuntarily at the sound of the nickname—Cathy.