Since She Met Lucian

"What would you like for dinner?" Lucian asked after Amelia got on the car.

Amelia wanted to say something rude but after giving it a second thought, she decided against it. So she pointed her finger to a nearby hot pot restaurant and said, "Hot pot."

Amelia had initially planned to have dinner with Courtney but obviously that didn't happen because of Lucian. She chose hot pot for dinner so she could at least be happy even though she wasn't having dinner with Courtney.

Soon, Amelia was feeling better after psyching herself up.

Lucian didn't really like eating spicy food so when Amelia said that she wanted hot pot for dinner, a hint of disgust flashed across his eyes. Still, he agreed.

Lucian asked the waiter to arrange a private room for them but Amelia protested by saying, "There's a table by the window. We can sit there."

"What? Isn't it embarrassing to sit outside?" he said, mildly angered. Although they were a bit early for dinner, the restaurant was still crowded. He didn't like a noisy environment when he ate.

"If you're embarrassed then you can eat elsewhere. Either way I'm staying here for my hotpot and I'm going to take that table by the window," Amelia said bravely. She then turned to the waiter and said, "We'll take that table by the window."

The restaurant was so crowded that it was practically a miracle that a table by the window would be free. Amelia couldn't understand what Lucian was griping about.

Amelia had assumed that Lucian would just turn around and leave. To her surprise, he merely took her hand and led her to the table by the window.

Amelia was stunned at first then she smiled triumphantly.

She couldn't believe that she was able to have her way with the usually arrogant Lucian.

"Do you know why I came here, Amelia?" Lucian asked as soon as Amelia sat down.

"Because it would be more embarrassing if you left?" Amelia guessed, putting on an evil grin.

"You!" Lucian was obviously offended. He found that she was speaking up more and more recently. But there were so many people around so he retorted in a low voice, "I just let you win this time since you're coming to work for me starting tomorrow."

As soon as Lucian finished speaking, the easygoing smile on Amelia's face disappeared.

The thought of going to work in the Zhan Group made her heart skip a beat.

"Lucian, can you stop acting like this? Have you forgotten what your mother said to me last time?" If she worked in the Zhan Group, people were only going to talk about her. They were going to assume that she was just using the Zhan family for a job opportunity at the Zhan Group.

"Amelia, why does any of that even matter? You're coming to work at the Zhan Group. You're not going to be treated like a goddess there or something. Don't think so highly of yourself," Lucian said bluntly.

"I'll work anywhere but the Zhan Group," Amelia replied stubbornly.

"I'm running out of patience. If you don't agree, I'm just going to have to force you into working," Lucian said coldly, his sharp eyes gazing back at Amelia.

uncomfortable with what he had just said. It seemed as if the more

Mrs. Amelia." With that, Lucian turned his face to the window, obviously protesting

figured he was mad at her so

terms so there was no use

in the food that she

that's

in a fancier hot pot place? This is no place for a man like him to be

woman he's with. She's eating like a

married. I was so heartbroken when I

gossip about them.

her chopsticks and asked indifferently, "Why aren't you

all men liked to eat meat so she ordered a lot of

just watching you eat," Lucian said

tone wasn't lost on her. She

He pouted in disapproval when he saw Amelia put more chili in

an hour later, Amelia put down her chopsticks with

His voice was cold and

the food in front of Lucian and said, "You didn't even touch your chopsticks. You don't have to foot

ignored her as he handed

Lucian had covered her mouth with his hand. Her eyes were

Lucian stood up and said coldly, "People were literally talking about you just now.

staring at them. In an attempt

getting in the car, Lucian said disapprovingly, "You smell like hot pot!

tell that

and said in the same disapproving tone that Lucian had just

soon as the words left her mouth, she quickly realized the error in what she

in Lucian's home. Why should she go back there? That wasn't

say anything anymore. He merely started the engine

her bedroom, Lucian

about to refuse his request when she saw Lucian take off his jacket and lay on the sofa. She heard him sigh

and tiring

yet. Her heart softened upon thinking of this which was what motivated her to go to the kitchen and cook

walked into the living room, she

She'd cooked dinner for him and all that and here he was

stomach." The moment Amelia turned

rolled her eyes at Lucian. She was annoyed and just as she was coming up with a retort, Lucian had already stood up and sat on the table. He asked

was laden in disbelief