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Chapter 594

Chapter 594:
She sighed, telling herself to wait a little longer. But as the minutes dragged on, fatigue caught up with her. Her eyelids grew heavier until, without realizing it, she drifted off.
At that moment, Lucas’ eyes fluttered open, sharp and alert, completely void of the drunken haze from earlier. A faint smile played at his lips as he looked at Belinda, now asleep and leaning awkwardly against the headboard.
Carefully, he got out of bed and reached for her. With practiced ease, he scooped her into his arms and laid her down properly on the bed. He then removed her shoes.
For a moment, he stood there, gazing at her peaceful face. Unable to resist, he leaned down and pressed a light kiss to her forehead.
Pretending to be drunk was a tactic he had learned online. A post had claimed, “Winning over your loved one requires swallowing your pride.” Tonight, Lucas had put that advice to the test. Judging by the outcome, it was paying off.
Belinda, of course, didn’t expect Lucas to be pretending. She just assumed drunken behavior could strip away inhibitions and make people act differently. After all, when she was drunk, she would do reckless things without realizing it. To her, it was natural that Lucas would act that way when he was drunk.
Lucas took a quick shower, carefully avoiding his bandaged wound, and then returned to bed. He slipped under the covers and gently pulled Belinda into his arms. Though asleep, Belinda stirred slightly, instinctively resting her head against Lucas’ chest. That small, unconscious gesture stirred something within him.
Lucas knew Belinda would probably wake up furious tomorrow, but for now, he relished the quiet intimacy of the moment.
Holding Belinda securely in his arms, he soon fell asleep.
ᗰσ𝓇𝑒 υ𝐩𝓭𝑎𝓉𝑒𝓈 ι𝐧 ɢ𝒶𝐥𝓷𝑜𝐯𝑒𝓁𝓈.𝒸𝑜𝓂
The next morning, the shrill beep of the alarm shattered the silence.
Belinda stirred, groaning as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. But the moment her hand brushed against something solid and warm, her brain snapped to full alertness.
She opened her eyes, and her gaze landed on the broad, tanned chest inches from her face.
Her eyes widened in shock as she bolted upright.
Belinda’s movements stirred Lucas from his sleep. His eyelids fluttered open, and he turned his head toward her.
Seeing Belinda awake, he propped himself up, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. “Morning, Belinda,” he said, his deep, husky voice carrying an irresistible charm.
Belinda became furious in an instant. She turned to look at Lucas, her tone sharp. “Why am I waking up next to you?”
Lucas’ response came smoothly. “You fell asleep against the headboard last night, curled up like you were freezing. I figured I’d save you from catching a cold and moved you to the bed.”
Belinda glared at him. “And you couldn’t think to move me to another bed?”
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