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He then spoke gently, his voice filled with concern. “Belinda, you should go upstairs and rest now.”

Belinda gave a slight nod, her lips barely parting as she said, “Okay, I’ll head to the bedroom now.”

“Go on,” Harold replied.

Once Belinda had ascended the stairs, Harold turned to Lucas, pulling him aside. “Is Belinda really that afraid of mice?”

Lucas’ expression hardened as he recalled Belinda’s panic in the private room. “Yes,” he said. After a pause, he added with a tone of quiet understanding, “She’s terrified of mice. It’s deeper than just a fear. She probably has gone through something scary related to this.”

him as he muttered, “It’s my fault. I should have known this would happen. I’ve heard

eyebrow, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You really went low, didn’t

Harold shot him a quick, defensive look. “I don’t care what I have

seek Lucas’ protection when she was in fear. That way, Lucas and Belinda would become

softly, his gaze sharp as he turned to Harold, raising an eyebrow. “Old man, your birthday is in less

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the implication in Lucas’ words, and his expression shifted, a dark cloud crossing his

dismissive snort, saying nothing more as

experience playing matchmaker, and now, he felt utterly clueless about how to get things moving. If only he could make Lucas fall for Belinda, then the thought of divorce would be long gone from Lucas’ mind. He needed to come up with a better

to shake off the remnants of her nightmare. Her breathing was rapid as she took a shaky breath, trying to calm herself.

in his bed, squinting sleepily at Belinda. Even in the dim light, he could see Belinda’s face—pale and

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