His unwanted wife, the world’s coveted genius by Derk Blaylock

Chapter 371:

Lucas sighed inwardly. “Don’t forget to take your medicine,” he said before turning and walking out without another word.

Belinda didn’t look at him when he left. Instead, she quietly finished her food. The food was meant to be comforting, but to her, it just tasted bland.

After she finished eating, she took her medicine and then slowly made her way to the bathroom. The sticky, uncomfortable feeling on her skin had become unbearable. She wanted a shower. Though still weak, she pushed herself to shower.

When she eventually emerged from the bathroom, she moved cautiously, mindful not to fall. Sitting at the vanity, she picked up the hairdryer but quickly set it down again. Even holding the hairdryer felt like too much effort for her now.

Just as she resigned herself to leaving her hair damp, the door opened.

Lucas stepped in, his expression immediately darkening when he saw her sitting there with her wet hair. “Why did you take a shower now?” he demanded, his tone sharp. “Have you forgotten what happened last time?”

mirror, her gaze steady but distant. Without waiting for a reply,

firm hand on her shoulder, saying, “Don’t move.” Belinda’s

hands worked with surprising care. Even so, his inexperience was evident—his clumsy movements pulled at her hair painfully a few times. Belinda, however, remained expressionless, as though the

Lucas caught Belinda’s reflection in the mirror. Her indifferent demeanor stirred an ache in his chest. He would have preferred her anger—anything other than this cold indifference. It

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left without waiting for her to ask him to leave. Belinda remained seated for

others returned to the Clark family’s residence. “Belinda, are you still feeling unwell?” Harold asked, his voice tinged with

offered a faint smile. “Don’t worry, Harold.

seemingly

approached Harold. “Would you

private, Harold agreed. He gave Norma a subtle look, signaling her to

his look and nodded, allowing Harold

through the garden, the silence lingered between them until Harold