?<strong>Chapter 111:</strong>


    Later that evening, Lucas casually broached the topic with Belinda as they crossed paths. “I heard Star went to your hospital today?” he said.


    Belinda’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Yes! Everyone in our department was very thrilled to see her!” Lucas studied her carefully. He believed her reaction seemed perfectly normal—genuine, even. He nodded, saying nothing more. Clearly, he had been overthinking the matter. After all, a simr build didn’t mean anything. Belinda and Star couldn’t possibly be the same person, right?


    While Lucas pondered, Belinda’s expression briefly changed. She didn’t know why Lucas brought up Star, but she chose to respond as naturally as possible, not wanting him to suspect anything amiss. Her mind wandered to the incident fromst year…


    Lucas’ assistant had emailed her, requesting she travel to Askya for surgery on a high-profile patient. After reviewing the case, she had deemed it easy enough that her involvement wasn’t necessary. She understood how the wealthy operated—always wanting the best for even the simplest of procedures. Her reputation had been at an all-time high at the time, so it wasn’t a surprise that Lucas’ team had reached out to her. Without much thought, she had refused to perform that surgery.


    A few dayster, Lucas himself had emailed her. She had turned him down again. Now, with Lucas suddenly mentioning Star, Belinda wondered if he had thought of this matter. But his silence now reassured her, and she let the thought pass. Exhausted from the day, she went to sleep early.


    However, in the dead of night, hunger roused her. Reluctantly, Belinda shuffled downstairs to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, she scanned its contents, unimpressed. She was about to shut the door when a faint noise behind her caught her attention…


    Belinda turned and saw Enzo standing a short distance away, d in a silk robe that was loosely tied, revealing much of his chest. Belinda’s brow furrowed involuntarily at the sight.


    “Up for a midnight snack too, Belinda?” Enzo inquired, a yful smile ying on his lips.


    Belinda chose to ignore him, turning her attention instead to the storage cab where she knew the snacks were kept. She walked over.


    Unperturbed by her silence, Enzo followed and positioned himself close behind her. “Belinda, could you grab something for me as well?” he asked casually.


    Belinda didn’t acknowledge his request. She pulled a pack of cookies from the cab and shut the door firmly. However, as she turned to leave, she found Enzo blocking her way.


    Her expression turned stern. “Move.”


    Enzo remained where he was, his tone light. “Come on, Belinda. Don’t be so cold to me.”


    Belinda gave him a chilly look. “Can’t you get it yourself?” She questioned Enzo’s motives silently. He had never shown her respect or kindness before, so why should she extend any courtesy to him now?


    Enzo raised his eyebrows, feigning innocence. “You were already there. What’s the harm in getting something more for me?”


    Belinda’s expression was icy as she said firmly, “Move.”


    Trying to charm Belinda, Enzo shed a smile he considered very attractive. “If you grab something for me, I’ll move.”


    Belinda’s reaction was not verbal; instead, she let out a cold chuckle. Without waiting for Enzo to speak again, she stepped forward swiftly, clenched her fist, and delivered a forceful punch to Enzo’s face.


    The impact resounded with a loud bang, followed by Enzo’s pained cry as he clutched his face, staggering backward. Giving him a frosty nce, Belinda walked past him without hesitation.


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