"It was just a misunderstanding. Hasn’t she explained it already?" Fenton Stuart turned his head, speaking in calm tones.
Caught off guard by his sudden statent, Belinda Howard was sowhat baffled and only after a few seconds did she co to realize, nodding in a daze.
"Yeah, I know that."
"So what’s there to be unhappy about?" If she knew, why wouldn’t she say a word? Fenton Stuart asked, frowning.
Belinda Howard was taken aback. Was she unhappy?
"I’m not unhappy." She had just been thinking about things.
At this mont, it was Fenton Stuart’s turn to be stunned. She wasn’t unhappy? Then why was she silent the entire way?
"Then why don’t you talk?" He added that she wouldn’t even glance at him.
"I was thinking about the competition."
"..." Thinking about the competition?
After all this ti, she was just thinking about the competition, not at all about what occurred earlier.
Although he felt relieved that she didn’t misunderstand him, why did he still feel sowhat gloomy?
"By the way, Brother Luke, is there sothing bothering you?" Belinda Howard turned her head, looking at Fenton Stuart, having noticed his mood seed off since leaving Audrey Jenkins’ place.
Fenton Stuart shifted his line of sight, looking straight ahead with a composed expression.
"It’s nothing."
Feeling bad because Audrey Jenkins got too close was more than just a mood. Apart from Belinda Howard, he didn’t want anyone else getting that close to him. It repulsed and disgusted him.
"You really don’t mind about what just happened?" Suddenly turning his head, he asked the person in the passenger seat.
He wanted to know if such a scene really didn’t matter to her at all.
Gazing at his handso face, Belinda Howard lowered her eyelids.
How could she not mind? The mont she stepped out of the restroom and saw that scene, she felt a clear jolt in her heart, a sense of gloom.
It was only after Audrey’s explanation that she chose not to dwell on it.
After all, she didn’t want to misunderstand her good friend.
"I minded when I saw her lying in your arms, but not so much after Audrey explained," she said, her eyes still downcast.
Upon hearing this, Fenton Stuart’s mood finally lightened sowhat.
A burst of cell phone ringtone erged, and Belinda Howard took out her cell phone, seeing it was her mother calling.
Since it was already late and she hadn’t returned ho, Camila Walker couldn’t help but start to worry.
But upon hearing she was with Fenton Stuart, she imdiately felt reassured.
The car revved up again, and ten plus minutes later, it arrived at the Howard Clan’s residence.
"Goodnight."
The car stopped at the courtyard entrance, and Fenton Stuart, in the driver’s seat, spoke to her.
Belinda Howard pursed her lips, her heart holding a tinge of reluctance, "Goodnight."
After speaking, she lifted her eyes once more, taking one last look at Fenton Stuart’s dark pupils, then turned her head to unfasten her seat belt, opened the car door, and was about to get out.
"Belinda."
At the sound, she turned her head sharply to look at the man in the driving seat, and before she could see clearly, a handso face suddenly leaned in. Following that, she only felt a familiar softness pressing against her lips.
Fenton Stuart leaned over, tilted his head to seal her tender lips, deeply drawing in a breath before letting her go, "Get so rest early."
Every ti after a kiss, Belinda Howard’s heart would race uncontrollably. She bit her lower lip, which he had kissed, then nodded her head slightly, her cheeks burning red as she shyly opened the car door to step out!
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