Chapter 1590

After the unrest of their night at Tuky Mountain, sleep came quickly.

However, in the middle of the night, while they were sleeping soundly, a series of frantic knocking suddenly echoed through the room.

The knocking came sharp and relentless.

In the dead hush of night, it landed like a crack of thunder, ripping Belinda and Lucas from their sleep.

Lucas jolted upright, his face darkening.

Beside him, Belinda was also awake.

Lucas spoke to her gently. “You go back to sleep. I’ll check it out.”

With that, he kissed her forehead softly, pulled back the covers, and got out of bed.

When he opened the door, the sight that met him made his brows draw together in an instant—Faye was standing outside.

“What are you doing banging on the door in the middle of the night?” he asked in a cold voice. “Go back to bed.”

“Uncle Lucas, is Belinda okay?” Faye’s voice trembled with urgency, her eyes wide and searching.

Lucas let out a slow, controlled breath. “She’s fine. Or she was—until you decided to wake her up in the middle of the night.”

Faye bit her lip, looking up at him with a pitiful expression. “Uncle Lucas, I had a nightmare… Something happened to Belinda in it. I woke up scared. I just needed to see her, to make sure she’s okay. Only then can I fall asleep again. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you. I didn’t realize how late it was. It’s my fault.” Her voice was full of remorse.

Lucas’ jaw tightened. “She’s fine. Just go back to sleep.”

He then reached for the door to close it, but Faye’s hand shot out, palm pressed against it, stopping it mid-close.

Lucas didn’t say a word. He simply looked at her, his gaze sharp.

Faye blinked. “Uncle Lucas, can I ask something? I’m still worried about Belinda. Could I sleep beside Belinda tonight? Just for tonight. You could sleep in another room, if that’s alright.”

She tilted her head slightly, her tone pleading. “Please, Uncle Lucas…”

Lucas gave a cold laugh.

“Belinda’s perfectly fine,” he said. “She doesn’t need your company. But if you’re that worried about her, you can camp outside our door.”

Faye stared at him, momentarily thrown off, not knowing what to say.

Before she could muster a reply, Belinda walked over.

“Belinda!” Faye’s face lit up with joy. She exhaled deeply, pressing a hand to her chest. “Phew! Thank goodness. I feel reassured that you are alright.”

Belinda said nothing, her expression icy as she looked at Faye.

More accurately, she was looking at the revealing sleepwear Faye was wearing. A black lace nightgown clung to Faye’s figure, the neckline plunging low to reveal her ample chest. The hem barely skimmed her thighs. Over it, a sheer white robe flowed—thin, nearly transparent.