His unwanted wife, the world’s coveted genius

Chapter 1454:

The man standing beside Belinda, in his middle years, exuded a refined charm, his handsome features softened by an air of elegance. Though age had etched subtle lines across his face, they only enhanced his captivating presence.

The faint creases at the edges of his eyes lent him a distinguished air.

Yet, what struck Belinda most was the peculiar sense of familiarity he stirred in her.

She was certain their paths had never crossed, but an unshakable feeling whispered that he was somehow familiar.

As she observed him, Belinda noticed the man studying her in return.

For a brief moment, his composed, detached expression wavered. The soft ding of the elevator interrupted the moment as its doors glided open.

They stepped into the elevator. They were the only people inside.

The man looked at Belinda again, his gaze lingering before he spoke with a touch of hesitation. “Pardon me, miss, but may I have your name?”

A warm smile followed his words. “It’s strange, but seeing you feels like seeing someone I’ve met before.”

Usually, Belinda might have dismissed such a remark as a clumsy attempt at flirting.

But when the man before her said it, it felt… different.

Because she felt the same way about this man.

She mirrored his smile, pausing briefly before replying, “I’m Belinda Wright.”noveldrama

His eyebrows arched with curiosity. “Belinda Wright? Your last name is Wright?”

“Yes,” Belinda replied.

The man chuckled lightly. “Quite the coincidence. I’m Elwood Wright.”

The name hit Belinda like a jolt.

Elwood? Could he be Zaria’s father?

Her mind raced back to a memory of dining with Carola when she had encountered Zaria, who had mentioned her father’s name was Elwood Wright.

It made sense now. Elwood, the head of the Wright family, was likely here to visit his niece, Barbara, a patient in the hospital.

“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wright,” Belinda said, her tone polite and composed.

“You know who I am?” Elwood asked.

Belinda nodded. “I’ve crossed paths with your daughter a few times, and she mentioned your name before.”

“Ah, I see,” Elwood said, a spark of understanding in his eyes. He opened his mouth as if to ask something more, but the elevator chimed again.

The doors parted, and a crowd of people surged in, squeezing Belinda and Elwood into a corner and halting their conversation.

When they reached the floor of the Cardiac Surgery Department, they stepped out together.

Belinda was about to say goodbye when she saw Elwood grimace, his hand pressed to his temple, his face twisted in pain.

Concern flooded her. “Mr. Wright, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Elwood murmured.

Yet, his ashen complexion told a different story.

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