Chapter 937

Chapter 937:
Pressing her lips together, she hesitated before carefully saying, “Uh, Mr. Davidson, I think you may have misunderstood something. Devin is an exceptional person, but I… I don’t think I’m the right match for him.”
Nigel replied, “What nonsense! Why would you say that? I think you and Devin are a perfect match!”
At that moment, everything clicked. Belinda realized that Nigel was trying to play matchmaker for Devin and her.
But…
Devin hadn’t spoken another word, though his gaze remained locked onto Belinda. There was something in his expression—anticipation, nervousness, and perhaps even uncertainty—like he was bracing himself for what she would say next.
Taking a deep breath, Belinda met Nigel’s gaze with sincerity.
“Mr. Davidson, I truly appreciate your kindness. It means a lot that you don’t judge me for my background or my past. But… Devin and I are just friends. Nothing more.”
She hesitated before adding, “And even though Lucas and I are divorced, I have to admit that I haven’t fully let go of him. He still occupies a part of my heart. For now, I’m not ready to think about new relationships.”
After glancing at Devin, she continued, “Your grandson is an incredible man. He deserves someone who can love him wholeheartedly.” Belinda felt that since there was no future between Devin and her, it was best to make that clear now before Nigel got too invested in this matter.
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More importantly, she didn’t want Devin to get caught up in something that would only lead to disappointment.
However, after Belinda finished speaking, a flicker of pain crossed Devin’s face.
He swallowed hard, his throat dry, as an invisible weight pressed down on his chest. The disappointment he felt was sharp, almost suffocating.
Hearing Belinda’s words, Nigel couldn’t help but cast a glance at Devin, his expression tinged with concern. He wondered how his grandson must be feeling after hearing that.
“Belinda…” Nigel began, wanting to say something about the matter.
But before he could continue, Belinda deliberately changed the topic.
“Mr. Davidson, your chef’s cooking is truly exquisite,” Belinda remarked, her tone light.
Realizing that she had no intention of lingering on the subject, Nigel chose not to press further. Instead, he nodded and replied with warmth, “If you enjoy it, you’re always welcome to come by often.”
Belinda merely smiled in response, neither agreeing nor declining. They continued their meal in relative quiet, the occasional exchange revolving around neutral topics.
After the meal, Belinda prepared to leave.
“It’s getting late. I should head home.”
Nigel turned to his grandson.
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