Since She Met Lucian

"The Zhan Group is involved in the construction industry. Today, I went to the basic level unit and worked there. I learned a lot from that experience. I realized I should support those grass-root employees first and foremost," Lucian said as he leaned against the sofa.

He looked especially handsome with his face being lit under the crystal lamp. Amelia gazed at his face, feeling a vague sense of comfort as the thick silence enveloped them.

"Are you hungry? I'm going to cook." Amelia was surprised when she heard herself say this.

Lucian, who had just closed his eyes, opened his eyes and asked in disbelief, "You can cook?"

"A bit. Of course, rich people like you don't really care for the home-cooked meals that I know how to make. That's OK. I cook for myself," Amelia hurriedly explained.

She was easy to be softhearted and couldn't bear seeing someone exhausted in front of her. It was her instinct to take care of others.

Lucian raised the corners of his mouth, not saying a word. He couldn't stop himself from smiling.

After Amelia familiarized herself with the kitchen, she finally grabbed all the ingredients she needed and started preparing.

Lucian was still in the living room. When he smelled the food Amelia was cooking, he felt as if his exhaustion had disappeared. He stared at the clock, lost in thought. He felt like he was in a time loop—like it was five years ago and he would stand by the kitchen door, hands in his arms, watching someone else flit across the kitchen, cooking.

Amelia could feel someone's eyes on her back. Turning her head, she was surprised to find Lucian standing there. She flashed him an awkward smile and said, "You can go back to the living room and watch TV first. Dinner will be ready soon."

Being stared at like that made her uneasy.

"What? You don't like me watching you cook? Do you get distracted by my handsomeness?" Lucian teased, letting out a chuckle.

Amelia frowned. While she certainly didn't like what he said, she kept her mouth shut. After all, she needed his help tomorrow.

After Amelia served all the hot, steaming food she had cooked, Lucian was taken aback. He had no idea that Amelia knew how to cook! Even so, he still said to her, "Well, I wonder if this is edible."

Amelia didn't know what to say, so she just proceeded eating.

In the end, Lucian was enticed and sat across Amelia.

He popped a piece of chicken in his mouth and started chewing hesitantly. Soon, the wrinkles in his eyebrows had ironed out. 'She's a good cook!' he thought inwardly.

"Lucian, if you don't like it, you can ask your assistant to order some takeout for you," Amelia snorted without looking up.

said bluntly, "Well, it's not so bad. But since you're my wife, I guess I'll just have

What a ridiculous excuse!

didn't like it anyway. But when she recalled that she had

was smiling,

what was on Amelia's mind. Smiling knowingly, he commented,

was washing the dishes. If the sink wasn't filled to the brim with water,

who had known her for less than a week, figure out what she was thinking? It was either Amelia was just that easy to read or he

Lucian was wearing a casual outfit and it looked like he had just gotten out of

in the morning. Your father told us to go earlier." Lucian looked charming and

eyes were gleaming as she

her and planning this visit more thoroughly than her. Still, there was a small part of her that was moved

to notice the sadness in her eyes. "If you can't hold it together, just think

didn't understand what he meant at first. But when she

seemed that he wasn't always as cold and

Amelia was woken up by a string of rapid knocks on

telling her to get up. However, when she opened the door, she was surprised to find a group of girls. After giving

up? Amelia took a step back in embarrassment and

with embarrassment, "Mrs. Amelia, this is an order. We have to obey. Please do us a

choice but to agree

could be so considerate. He had not only picked out a dress for her but had also hired people to do her make-up. As she sat in front of the mirror, gazing at her

hour later, her makeup

handsome, his eyes slight narrowed and his nose slightly turned up. His lips were curled in a

Lucian, he

on the make-up. I think you'll pass as my

blushed. She lowered her head

of the SJ Garden. Amelia remained silent. The frustration

it?" He knew

She turned her head

so Lucian drove

was littered with all kinds of plants and flowers—a hobby that Vernon had developed. This had brought some sense of peace

by the door. A few bridesmaids

them in silence. She was startled when Lucian put a hand on