?<strong>Chapter 792:</strong>


    After all, the influential man before her had intervened!


    Lucas pressed his lips together, a faint hint of amusement flickering in his eyes, and exined, “I merely had a polite conversation with your previous coach.”


    “Oh, is that so?” Belinda sneered, her voice dripping with sarcasm, and then reached out to shut the door. But Lucas reacted swiftly, stopping her.


    “Belinda… Let me teach you how to swim,” Lucas said, his voice softening, tinged with resignation.


    After a moment’s hesitation, he added, his tone almost pleading, “I simply can’t entrust anyone else to teach you that.”


    Belinda smirked coldly, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I’m ufortable with you being my instructor.”


    When Lucas heard this, his thoughts drifted to thest time he had attempted to teach her swimming—and how catastrophically it had ended.


    The memory was vivid, and the flicker of guilt and regret in his deep eyes was impossible to miss.


    Gazing at Belinda, he said earnestly, his voice steady, “I swear, the incident before won’t happen again. Please, just give me another chance. Just one more…”


    Belinda’s expression remained cold as she stared at him. Without uttering another word, she tried to m the door shut with force. Unexpectedly, Lucas reached out to stop her once more in desperation.


    “Ow…” A muffled groan escaped his lips.


    The door had pinched his fingers quite painfully.


    Belinda’s face changed instantly, her stern demeanor reced with rm. She quickly opened the door wide and grabbed Lucas’ hand, her movements quick.


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    Four of Lucas’ fingers had turned crimson from the impact.


    Belinda red at him angrily, her voice sharp. “Lucas! Are you out of your mind? Who told you to block the door with your hand?” Her reprimand was harsh, but a flicker of worry and genuine care shed in her eyes, betraying her true feelings.


    Noticing that, Lucas couldn’t help but curve his lips into a faint smile, his pain momentarily forgotten.


    But he quickly stopped smiling and wore a pained expression. “I didn’t think it through,” he admitted.


    Belinda couldn’t stop herself from snapping at him. “Get inside,” she said sharply.


    She turned around and strode into the house.


    Lucas trailed after her without hesitation.


    “Sit in the living room,” Belinda instructed without turning back, her voice firm but not unkind. Then, she headed straight for the kitchen. Momentster, she returned, a small towel-wrapped ice pack in her hand.


    She extended it to Lucas. “Apply this yourself.”


    Lucas epted the ice pack, his fingers brushing hers briefly, and began to soothe his injured hand.


    Belinda settled beside him on the couch, her posture upright, her expression unreadable. A heavy silence lingered between them. Breaking the quiet, Lucas spoke. “Today… Verena visited me in my office.”


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