His unwanted wife, the world’s coveted genius

Chapter 427:

His gaze swept over Belinda’s hands and then lingered on the angry red bumps visible around her eyes and along her forehead, where the mask couldn’t hide them.

His chest tightened, an inexplicable heaviness settling over him. He hated seeing Belinda like this.

Then, as though struck by a sudden thought, he asked, “Do you know you are allergic to artichokes?”

Belinda’s eyes flickered slightly at the sound of Lucas’ voice.

Since Lucas and Harold had entered the hospital room, she had deliberately avoided acknowledging Lucas’ presence, not even sparing him a glance. Yet now, when she heard his voice again, her heart gave a faint flutter.

It was only then that the weight of his words sank in. “Allergic to artichoke?” Belinda repeated, her gaze finally lifting to meet Lucas’.

“Yes.” Lucas’ voice was low, almost a rumble, his intense eyes locking onto hers.

Belinda’s lashes fluttered briefly before she averted her gaze.

Shaking her head slightly, she said, “I didn’t know I was allergic to artichoke.”

“When did you eat artichoke? Who gave it to you?” Lucas asked, his tone edged with concern.

“This morning,” Belinda admitted. “My mom made breakfast for me today.”

The crease between Lucas’ brows deepened instantly.

His expression darkened with frustration, and his voice became sharper than intended. “What’s wrong with your mother? Doesn’t she know you’re allergic to artichoke?” Harold turned to Lucas with a thoughtful look upon hearing that.

A faint, knowing smile tugged at the corner of his lips, though he said nothing.

Belinda shook her head. “She doesn’t know I’m allergic to artichoke because I’ve never eaten it before. If she had known, she never would’ve added it to my breakfast.”noveldrama

“Still, your mother is a bit careless,” Harold muttered, the trace of reproach in his tone unmistakable.

After a moment of silence, Harold cleared his throat and spoke more directly. “Belinda, you need to rest and focus on getting better now. Don’t even think about stepping foot back at work until you’re fully recovered. Got it?”

Belinda nodded quickly. “Got it. You don’t have to worry about me.”

Harold gave her an exaggerated roll of his eyes.

He let out a snort and said, “You always make me worried.” He then turned to Lucas, his tone firm as he said, “Lucas, I’m assigning you a job. Stay here and keep an eye on Belinda for the next few days. Make sure she doesn’t try to sneak back to work and that she fully recovers.”

The moment the words left Harold’s mouth, Belinda’s expression stiffened. Before Lucas could respond, Belinda hurriedly said, “That’s really not necessary. I promise I will behave and won’t do anything reckless. There’s no need to trouble Lucas for this.”

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