Chapter 615:

“Get up!” Belinda commanded sharply.

Lucas stirred, shifting slightly. After a moment, he cracked his eyes open, blinking in confusion. Seeing Belinda standing by his bedside, with sunlight pouring in through the drawn curtains, Lucas hesitated. For a fleeting moment, he wondered if he was dreaming. Belinda’s figure was framed by the light, her presence almost ethereal.

It took Lucas a moment to realize that Belinda was really here. Slowly, he sat up, his voice barely above a whisper. “Belinda, why are you here?”

Belinda’s expression hardened. “Lucas, you’re not a child anymore. You should know that when you’re sick, you need to take medicine or go to the hospital.”

Her tone was sharp, and her expression was stern.

Lucas just stared at her, silent.

Belinda suddenly thought of something, and her tone turned cold. “What? Are you trying to play the sympathy card?”noveldrama

“No…” Lucas murmured faintly, shaking his head.

Belinda snapped, “Then get up, freshen up, and eat something. Once you’ve eaten, I’ll administer the IV.”

Lucas nodded meekly. “Okay.”

He got out of bed, but as soon as he stood up, dizziness overwhelmed him. His knees buckled, and his body tilted dangerously backward.

Belinda’s heart leaped as she lunged forward to steady him.

But her grip wasn’t strong enough. Instead of catching Lucas, she was dragged down by his weight. In an instant, she found herself falling alongside him.

Belinda and Lucas tumbled onto the soft bed, Lucas landing flat on his back, with Belinda on top of him. Instinctively, Lucas wrapped his arm around Belinda’s waist. The warmth of his body radiated through the thin fabric of her clothes, creating a palpable tension in the air.

Just then…

“Belinda, I brought breakfast…”

“Oh!” Hooper, unaware that the door wasn’t fully closed, stepped inside carrying a tray. His cheerful announcement came to an abrupt halt when he saw the scene before him.

Belinda and Lucas turned their heads simultaneously, and Hooper froze for a moment. Turning his gaze away, he stammered, “Uh… I’ll just leave breakfast here.” He hurriedly placed the tray on the coffee table, his hands fumbling slightly, and bolted out of the room.

“Hooper! Wait!” Belinda instinctively called out, half-rising from the bed, wanting to explain, but Hooper had already left.

Frustration flickered across Belinda’s face as she sat up, glaring down at Lucas, who still lay beneath her. Just as she was about to speak, she felt something pressing against her inner thigh. At first, she didn’t understand what it was.

Her brow furrowed in mild confusion as she murmured, “What is that? Why is it so hard?”

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