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

Chapter 775:

By the end of the night, Lucas and Vincent had to help Johnson back to his room because he was drunk.

Belinda, who had drunk her fair share, staggered into her own room, took a quick shower, and collapsed into bed.

At two o’clock in the morning, Lucas woke with a start, feeling uncomfortably hot. Beads of cold sweat clung to his forehead. His throat felt dry, and his skin itched with an uncomfortable heat that refused to relent. The restless, simmering sensation had him on edge. Irritated, he yanked at his pajamas, trying to ease the suffocating warmth. His brow furrowed deeply as frustration mounted. He had no idea what was wrong with him and why he was so uncomfortable. Unable to bear it any longer, he fumbled for the light switch and squinted as the room lit up.

The first thing on his mind was to head to the bathroom for a cold shower. But before he could move, the sound of the door unlocking echoed. He turned toward the door just as it slid open.

When Lucas heard the sound, his expression shifted dramatically. His handsome face contorted into a fierce scowl. He turned his head to look at the approaching figure.

“Lucas…”

When Lucas’ eyes fell upon the woman drawing near, a wave of recognition washed over him. In an instant, the cold expression on his face melted away.

leaping out of bed

when she heard that. Lucas had just called her “Belinda.” He had mistaken her

tidal wave, leaving her

of drugs—potent substances she

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was a powerful substance that could cloud his judgment and distort his perceptions. Under

that person was Belinda. Thus, he had

deeply

only grit her teeth and accept the harsh

she quickly moved toward Lucas, her voice soft

me, Lucas… I’m

“Belinda” so near him, Lucas felt an overwhelming turbulence within his heart—a tempest of longing. His body felt ablaze, itching unbearably—a sensation so intense that it bordered on agony. All he could fixate

instinctive motion, Lucas encircled one arm around “Belinda’s” waist while cradling the back of her head with his other hand, leaning in

him as peculiar. The scent of her was unfamiliar—nothing like the one that typically set his