His unwanted wife, the world’s coveted genius

Chapter 907:

It was really hard for him not to fall for Belinda.

Darwin gave a slow nod.

“Alright. I’ll let him know.”

Belinda didn’t linger.

“I have to go.” Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked away.

Darwin stood there, watching her retreating figure, his thoughts swirling.

As Belinda was wrapping up her work for the day in the late afternoon, her phone rang. It was Lucas calling.

“Belinda, will you be visiting the Clark family’s home today?” Lucas’ deep, slightly raspy voice carried a trace of anticipation.

Belinda pressed her lips together for a moment and said, “No.”

For a moment, Lucas remained silent on the other end of the line.

After about thirty seconds, his voice finally broke the quiet.

“My wound is a bit sore today, and the skin around it is red. I’m not sure if it’s getting infected…”

When Belinda heard that, her eyes widened in alarm.noveldrama

“What?” Almost immediately, her expression turned worried.

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“Don’t touch your wound! I’ll go and see you as soon as I’m off work!”

Lucas’ expression softened into a gentle smile, the corners of his mouth curving slightly.

“Okay,” he replied.

Without wasting a minute after work, Belinda drove straight to the Clark family’s mansion.

She was genuinely worried that Lucas’ wound might have become infected.

If it got infected, that would be a real problem!

“Belinda.” Harold was pleasantly surprised to see Belinda.

Belinda said, “I just got a call from Lucas. He said his wound was hurting, so I came to check on him.”

Harold’s eyes flickered for a second as he replied, “Then go and check on him now.”

Nodding, Belinda hurried upstairs.

Harold raised his eyebrows, surprised at how his son had used his wound to make Belinda come here.

When Belinda reached Lucas’ room, she knocked gently on the door.

Moments later, it opened.

Lucas had just returned from work, still in his shirt.

Without a word, Belinda immediately began unbuttoning his shirt.

“Let me see the wound,” she said.

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