"If you were me, would you forget such an important thing?" Duke stared at her peevishly. Did she think that he was like her? She had a terrible memory. If not for the wedding which was only a few days away, he would not have eagerly asked Tom to check on how well Belinda was healing. No bride wouldn't care about their appearance on their wedding day, and no bride would proudly display scars while wearing a beautiful wedding dress.
"This is really hard to say, haha! Duke, is Belinda sick?" Leena held Duke's arm, despite Duke was taking the bags in his hand, Leena still leaned on him and acted like a spoiled child.
"No, she only got hurt. I'm taking her to Tom to have a look." Duke had always lavished great affection on Leena. Even she married herself to Kevin without his permission, she was still the important one in his heart.
"How did she get hurt? Is it serious?" Leena became very nervous when she heard the bad news. Thinking of Daisy and her knife wounds, Leena feared that something terrible might have happened to Belinda.
"She's fine now. Don't worry. And don't mention this when you see her later." Duke didn't want Leena to ask about Belinda's injury because he feared that this might bring up her horrible memory again. She'd had recurring nightmares for the past two days.
"Okay, I get it." Although Leena was very curious, since Duke didn't want her to ask, she stopped pushing him. She believe that he had a good reason for this.
"How did you two get here at the same time?" Hearing Leena's voice, Belinda walked out of the house to greet her. She didn't expect that she would also see Duke.
"Belinda, we ran across each other at the gate. It's just coincidence." Leena glanced over Belinda from head to toe, but Belinda wrapped herself well in clothes, so Leena didn't find anything unusual about her.
"Okay, let's go! Lunch is ready. I knew you'd be here, so I asked Giselle to prepare lunch for you." Belinda couldn't cook, actually she knew nothing about the things in the kitchen. But she could help Giselle by handing her something she needed when she was cooking.
Good. We're lucky to have something to eat right when we got here. I'm starving. I really missed the dishes made by Giselle!" Leena didn't finish processing the wedding dress until noon, so she even didn't have time for breakfast. Therefore when she heard that lunch was ready, she rushed to the dining room with excitement, forgetting the real purpose she had for coming here. Food now, the wedding attire could wait.
Watching Leena quickly disappear from her sight, Belinda shook her head helplessly. Then she shifted her gaze to the two big bags in Duke's hands and asked, "Is this the wedding dress Leena brought here for me?" There was a bashful smile on her face when she asked. She gazed firmly at the bags, her eyes sparkling as if she could see through the bags like that.
"Yes, I'll take them upstairs first. Then after we eat we can take a look. I'll take you to Tom's hospital to have a look at you later. I asked him to come here, but it seems that Edward has paid him to deal with a patient, so he couldn't make it." Duke seldom said so many words at one time, even when he was with Belinda. But since the day before yesterday, he suddenly became very talkative. Maybe he was nervous about the wedding.
"Actually, I think I'm fine now. He's busy. We'd better not bother him." Belinda didn't feel like bugging Tom. In her eyes, Tom had always been very different from the group of men he was with. She didn't know why she always had great admiration for him, probably because he was a doctor.
"Are you sure you want to wear the wedding dress while showing your scars? I somehow think that wouldn't make the best wedding picture." Duke frowned. He didn't mind if she didn't look perfect on her wedding day. No matter how she looked, she would always be the one he loved the most. But he didn't tell her this, probably because of his pride -- which was common to all men. He figured that what he did for her was enough to show how he felt.
"But... Aren't there still several days left? The wounds may be healed by then," Belinda said hesitantly. As a woman, she didn't care whether the wedding ceremony was grand or not, but she certainly wanted herself to be the most beautiful bride in the world on that day.
"Yes, for minor wounds, they would. But what about the more serious ones?" Duke looked into her eyes deeply, then he walked upstairs. Belinda bit her lip and heaved a sigh. She tapped her forehead with her hand, pretty vexed. Then she turned around and walked to the dining room where she saw Leena stealthily pick some food from the plate and put it in her mouth. She cried out and jumped. The food was still steaming hot!
"Take your time. No one's going to take your food away. You poor girl. You must be starving. Eat some breakfast next time!" Belinda sat down at the dining table. Although most of the time, Leena acted against her best interestes, Belinda couldn't help liking her because of her outspoken manner.
"I don't have time, so I skipped breakfast today. Belinda, I heard that you got injured. Are you okay?" Finishing her words, Leena immediately covered her mouth with her hand. Damn it! She had promised Duke just now not to mention anything about it. But the words just slipped out from her mouth. She didn't know what would happen next.
"Yes, It's not bad. And it's almost healed. Don't worry about me." Belinda smiled. She didn't mind Leena asking the question. Because she was not the kind of woman who always lived in the shadow of her past. So she chose to ignore the unpleasant things she had suffered in the past, and she could go about living in the here and now.
"Are the wounds obvious? Won't they affect the way you look in the wedding dress?" Leena frowned, perplexed. Belinda had a hot temper, besides, her figure was super hot. So she added many fashion elements to the design of the wedding dress. The style of the wedding dress would make Belinda look fashionable, graceful with a little tinge of sexiness.
"That depends on what kind of wedding dress you picked for me. If the dress shows too much skin, that might not work." Belinda was not a very traditional woman, so the clothes she wore were usually trendy and looked very fashionable. Her character and taste in clothing were completely different from those of Daisy.
"It's only sexy, but it won't show much skin. Even if I wanted to show a whole lot of your skin, Duke would never approve in the first place." If she had designed the dress in a way that showed off too much of Belinda's obvious charms, Duke would have already strangled her to death. Therefore she didn't dare to beard the lion.
"What are you two talking about?" Duke sat beside Belinda, and he felt that the atmosphere between the ladies was a little awkward. They stopped chatting with each other immediately.
"Nothing." Leena replied hurriedly, fearing that he might realize she had already asked Belinda about her injury.
"Really? Why do I get the funny feeling you're talking about me?" Duke glanced at Belinda and Leena, with a look of disbelief.
"Really nothing. Let's eat lunch. Don't we have to go to the hospital later?" Seeing Leena's nervous expression, although Belinda felt strange, she said those words to help Leena cover her blunder.
"You agreed to go?" Duke looked at Belinda doubtfully. Wasn't she against it before he went upstairs? Why did she suddenly change her decision so soon? Women were indeed capricious. All women, no matter when or where. If they weren't, men would be bored of them by now.
Why would I be against it? No one wants to see my scars, and I also want them to heal as soon as possible. When it came to wedding, she was no different from other women. She expected to the most beautiful, most attractive and sexiest bride in the world. And no bride wanted to show up with scars on her skin for the wedding day.
Okay, that's good. Let's eat lunch first. I'll asked Giselle to pack somefood for Tom and bring it to him later. Suddenly remembering Tom's request, Duke turn around and went to the kitchen. He could have stayed here and summoned Giselle to do this, but when thinking of Tom's arrogant manner over the phone, he smiled slyly. He was determined to make Tom forever remember the special lunch he would prepare for him.