Chapter 1592
The very instant she settled beneath the soft covers, Lucas shifted his position to face her directly, drawing her warm body into the protective embrace of his strong arms and saying with gentle tenderness, “Are you feeling upset about what just happened?”
Belinda cast her gaze downward and muttered with unmistakable frustration coloring her voice, “Anyone would experience feelings of upset if they were rudely awakened during the middle of the night.”
“I will make absolutely certain to have a serious conversation with Faye about this first thing tomorrow morning. Please don’t stay angry for long,” Lucas said while gently patting Belinda’s back.
Belinda responded with nothing more than a faint smile.
“Try to go back to sleep now. It’s late,” Lucas added.
“Alright.”
Despite the late-night incident, both Belinda and Lucas managed to drift into restful slumber quickly.
The following day.
Since Belinda continued her recovery from the recent injuries that had left visible marks on her body, Lucas remained adamantly opposed to allowing her to return to work, so she called in sick to rest at home.
She got up with Lucas. They freshened up and went downstairs together.
“Belinda, what happened to your forehead? How did you get hurt?” Gwenda immediately sprang up from her comfortable position on the living room sofa when she saw Belinda’s injury, her face displaying obvious concern.
Belinda gently took Gwenda’s hand and eased down onto the sofa beside her. With a soft, reassuring tone, she said, “Grandma, I’m really okay. I wasn’t paying attention when I went out the other day and just took a little tumble. Don’t worry; it’s just a small scratch.”
Gwenda’s brows knitted together in worry as she gave Belinda a mildly reproachful glance. “Oh, sweetheart, how could you be so careless?”
Belinda chuckled and slid her arm around Gwenda’s. “It’s nothing, really. Look at me—I’m in one piece.”
Just as Gwenda opened her mouth to reply, a bright, chipper voice rang through the house.
“Uncle Lucas! Belinda! You’re up. Breakfast is ready; come try my cooking.”
Faye strolled into the living room from the dining area, an apron tied neatly around her waist and an eager sparkle in her eyes.
Belinda gave her a quick glance, then stood and helped Gwenda to her feet with practiced ease. “Let’s go, Grandma. Time to eat.”
“Alright, dear.”
Everyone made their way to the dining room.
When Belinda saw the lavish breakfast spread on the table, she was a bit surprised.
She turned toward Faye, incredulous. “Faye, you made all this?”
Faye beamed with pride. “Of course! Doesn’t the food look delicious? Dig in and tell me what you think!”
Once seated, everyone began eating.