His unwanted wife, the world’s coveted genius

Chapter 451:

You probably need time to adjust.”

Belinda’s gaze faltered slightly when she heard that.

Then, she nodded. “That’s part of the reason.”

“I get it,” Kamdyn said, his tone sincere. “I believe time will heal all wounds.

And if you ever decide to give relationships another chance, I hope you’ll think of me.”

His straightforwardness took Belinda by surprise, leaving her momentarily at a loss for words.

She managed an awkward smile and said nothing.

From that point on, Kamdyn made an effort to steer the conversation in lighter directions.

He turned out to be quite talkative, and his words were interesting enough to draw a few genuine laughs from Belinda.

During the meal, the atmosphere at their table was unexpectedly pleasant.

Unbeknownst to them, this lighthearted scene hadn’t gone unnoticed.

Across the room, Vincent watched them with an unreadable expression.

Vincent casually pulled out his phone, recording a quick thirty-second video of Belinda’s table.

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With a smirk, he sent it to Lucas.

Two minutes later, Vincent called Lucas.

“Hello,” Lucas answered.

“You saw the video I sent you, right?” Vincent asked.

Lucas didn’t respond.

Vincent continued, unfazed, “Do you know what Belinda’s doing?”

Without waiting for an answer from Lucas, he chuckled and said, “She’s on a blind date.”

Lucas’ grip on his phone tightened. “A blind date?” His voice dropped, colder than ice.

How long had it been since their divorce? And now, Belinda was already going on blind dates?

“Who told you that?” Lucas asked.

“Mollie,” Vincent replied casually. “She’s arranging blind dates for Belinda. Scouting for potential candidates, apparently.”

Lucas’ expression darkened in an instant.

Damn it!

Why was the Thomas family in such a rush?

And Belinda…noveldrama

Hadn’t she already agreed to be with Johnson? Then why was she on a blind date now? Had she kept her relationship with Johnson a secret from the Thomas family?

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