?<strong>Chapter 564:</strong>


    But she hadn’t expected Lucas to be there, too.


    “I invited Belinda to dinner,” Car said.


    At this, Kylee’s face tensed.


    She asked, “Why… Why would you have dinner with Belinda alone?”


    Car looked at Kylee with a stern expression. “Can’t I have dinner with Belinda? Did you shove her intentionally just because I had dinner with her?”


    Kylee panicked, blurting out, “I-I didn’t. I didn’t mean to do that.”


    Car’s frown deepened as she interjected, “Kylee, when did you start harboring such animosity towards Belinda?”


    “That’s not true! I…” Kylee said, instinctively denying it.


    Car sighed heavily. “Enough. I don’t want to hear any more excuses.”


    With that, she turned to gaze out the window.


    Seeing Car’s reluctance to talk to her further, Kylee gritted her teeth, her resentment towards Belinda growing.


    Belinda looked at Lucas with an icy stare. “Why do you keep following me?”


    Lucas responded, “I was just passing by…”


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    Belinda rolled her eyes and turned to leave, uninterested in continuing the conversation.


    Lucas quickly caught her hand. “Belinda, my hand hurts.” He showed her the hand that got injured yesterday.


    Though it was less swollen and red than before, it still showed signs of injury.


    Belinda pressed her lips together and shot him an impatient look. “If your hand hurts, go to a doctor. Do you expect me to have a quick fix or something?”


    Lucas gave her a pleading look. “Could you grab some ointment and apply it to my hand for me?”


    “Can’t you do that yourself?” Belinda snapped back.


    Lucas said, “I got hurt because of you. Isn’t that worth a small favor?”


    Belinda was at a loss for words.


    She wanted to remind him that he was the one who had decided to beat that man.


    Yet, she restrained herself.


    With clenched teeth, she said, “There’s no pharmacy nearby. Where do you expect me to find ointment for your injured hand?”


    Lucas’s expression brightened. “I know there’s a pharmacy not far away from here! Let’s go.”


    Before Belinda could object, Lucas had already taken her hand and was leading the way.


    Belinda fought to free herself from Lucas’s grip. “Let go!” Her eyes zed as she looked up at Lucas, her voice filled with defiance. “Lucas, consider this a final warning—don’t you dare touch me again!”


    Lucas’s eyes narrowed momentarily before he broke into a sly grin. “Fine, I’ll keep my hands to myself and only use my mouth.”


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