Secretly Married to a Wealthy Husband
Chapter 1571: Misunderstanding Deepens

Chapter 1571: Chapter 1571: Misunderstanding Deepens

Looking at the person before him, Fenton Stuart’s gaze was slightly indifferent. "I shouldn’t be here, should I?"

Belinda Howard froze suddenly, then snapped out of it and turned to see Horion Jones still standing at the room entrance.

At this moment, she realized—it was deep night, and she was in the hotel with a man. What did this imply?

Aware of everything, she raised her eyes sharply, looking at Fenton Stuart before her. Her anxious pupils were desperate to explain!

"Brother Luke, you misunderstood, I—"

"Other than saying it’s a misunderstanding, do you have any other explanation?" Fenton Stuart interrupted her. Belinda Howard clearly saw the flash of heartache flickering in his eyes.

"But this really is just a misunderstanding! I’m not together with him..." she raised her eyes and spoke, her voice filled with pain.

Upon hearing this, Fenton Stuart suddenly rolled his lips into a bitterly mocking smile. "Then tell me—who are you with now?"

Belinda Howard had no words to respond. In this situation, anyone who saw this would misunderstand, wouldn’t they? She was indeed appearing here with Horion Jones.

But everything wasn’t as he saw it!

"Brother Luke, could you just listen to me explain? I didn’t come here on my own. A lot has happened..."

"Not on your own? Are you saying Horion Jones tied you up and dragged you here from home?" Fenton Stuart’s rage finally broke loose like a flood bursting through its dam!

Even after all the previous misunderstandings, he had still been thinking of her, deciding against going abroad so he could stay behind for her, unwilling to be so far away from her.

Yet she—time and time again—left him defeated!

His sudden anger made Belinda Howard’s body tremble. She was clearly startled!

It wasn’t Horion Jones who brought her here—it was that Young Master Richard. Had she not run into Horion Jones, she might have already...

Watching the unmistakable anger in his eyes, Belinda Howard felt increasingly anxious. She truly didn’t want yet another wave of turmoil!

"It wasn’t him—it was someone else. When I got home, I received a call from..."

"Ha! Belinda Howard, you really want to tell me that someone else dragged you here just so you could secretly meet him?" She actually followed the logic in his words and gave such a grandiose excuse. How was he supposed to believe it?

For the first time, he addressed her fully by name. His coldness made Belinda Howard’s heart shudder. A trace of sadness gradually dimmed the black light in her pupils. "But that’s really how it is..."

"So that’s how it is?" Fenton Stuart curled his lips into a bitter laugh.

Who would drag her here? Taking her, entirely conscious, from her home—just to arrange a meeting with Horion Jones?

Even he couldn’t come up with any reason to convince himself that was the truth.

He stepped forward, held her fair and pure face in his hands, his eyes locked on her black pupils, an expression of pure heartache in his gaze.

Looking at her intently, he spoke each word with measured precision, "Belinda Howard, when—when did this face of yours learn how to lie?"

She saw the pain in his eyes and felt the hurt embedded in his tone. She wanted to explain, but he didn’t give her the chance.

"Brother Luke..."

"Do you know? Even after everything that happened before, I still decided to stay... And as I finalized this decision, the moment I resolved everything—what did you show me? Was this it? Was this what you wanted me to see?"

Belinda Howard shook her head, her eyes brimming with anguish as she looked at the man before her. She only needed one minute—just one minute!