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Chapter 919

Chapter 919:
Her curiosity piqued, she tiptoed over for a sneak peek into Lucas’ culinary prowess. To her astonishment, he moved with steady confidence and precision, as if he had done this a hundred times before.
An hour later, Lucas emerged triumphantly from the kitchen. He had prepared three dishes and a bowl of soup.
Though Belinda hadn’t even tasted them yet, she thought the appearance and aroma were already promising.
“Give it a try,” Lucas said, handing Belinda a set of utensils with an expectant smile.
As Belinda sampled each dish one by one, her eyes widened in surprise at their incredible flavor. She hadn’t expected these to taste so good.
Looking up at Lucas in awe, Belinda exclaimed joyfully, “It’s fantastic! Your cooking is incredible, Lucas.”
Seizing this moment, Lucas leaned forward slightly and said with playful earnestness, “If you like it this much, I’ll cook for you every day.”
Belinda rolled her eyes with an exaggerated sigh.
“Yeah, no thanks. Having the CEO of Triumph Consortium as my personal chef? That sounds like far too much pampering for me.”
“I don’t mind being your chef,” Lucas said.
Belinda chose to ignore him, focusing on the food.
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After finishing dinner and loading the dishes into the dishwasher, Belinda felt a sense of satisfaction wash over her. She then asked Lucas to leave.
Lucas felt a swell of triumph in his chest. He had managed to spend such quality time at Belinda’s place today, and it felt like a small victory.
Not wanting to push his luck, he merely nodded and made his way to the door.
Before stepping out, he turned back with a smile and said, “I’ll come by to pick you up for work tomorrow morning.”
Belinda paused for a moment, considering that her car was still stationed at the Grand Plains General Hospital’s parking lot. She didn’t decline his offer.
Belinda assumed that the entire episode with Mitchell would fade away into distant memory. However, she had never anticipated that within just one night, public sentiment would escalate so dramatically.
Belinda had just woken up, stretching lazily as she let out a yawn. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she went to the bathroom to freshen up.
As she freshened up, her phone suddenly rang.
“Hello?” Belinda mumbled, her words muffled by the foam in her mouth.
“Belinda, you’re under attack online!” Bethany’s urgent voice crackled through the line.
Belinda paused for a moment.
“What?”
Bethany didn’t waste time.
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