Since She Met Lucian

"Oh my God! What is he doing?" the girl behind asked anxiously. Her screaming only affirmed Amelia's suspicions.

The atmosphere was thick with tension. Edmund had dropped a bomb. Needless to say, Amelia was utterly shocked out of her wits. As she directed her gaze to the stage, her mind went to what had just happened earlier...

On the stage, Nicholas and Lucian were visibly shocked. They looked at Edmund in surprise.

"Nicholas, Lucian, I decided this without consulting either of you. No need to blame me. This had to happen sooner or later." Edmund gave an apologetic look to Lucian and then said to all the guests, "Have a good night!"

After a warm round of applause from the audience, the waiter asked Amelia to head to the dining room upstairs.

After hesitating for a while, Amelia smiled bashfully as she let herself be led by the waiter upstairs.

The waiter began serving food much to Amelia's disinterest as Edmund's words were still ringing in her head.

When she first met with Lucian's parents, she had found out that Lucian and Shelly were engaged. At that time, she didn't think much of it.

She felt as if she had destroyed an engagement when she found out about this.

"Hello, are you Miss Amelia?" All of a sudden, a man in a black suit stood in front of her and asked her politely.

Quickly gathering herself, she nodded and said, "Yes, I'm Amelia."

"I'm Mr. An's assistant. Mr. An would like to meet you." Mr. An.. Edmund An?

She then followed the man out of the dining area.

The man led Amelia to the end of the corridor. He stopped in front of what seemed like a private room and knocked on the door.

"Come in, please." A male voice came from inside the room. It wasn't Edmund so it had to be someone else.

The door was opened. Amelia looked up and was stunned when she saw the man inside the room.

He looked very familiar yet she couldn't quite figure out yet why.

The man was wearing a knitted sweater over a white shirt. He looked about the same age as Lucian. He grinned when he saw Amelia.

It was a warm smile.

the feeling that she knew who this man was but she

with much ease as he pulled

both surprised

seemed that they were quite familiar with each other. But why

across from Amelia and looked at her with a mysterious smile on his

tried to rack her mind but she came up with nothing—she still couldn't figure out who

sure you know me? Because

were filled with innocence as the

on a smile. "Jonny An," he explained, "Your senior and your pen pal. I've been writing you letters for about

"Yes, I remember! You used to give me advice and you even helped me move on after my

excitement, his face

Well, we can eat now," Jonny said with a smile as he

was a little embarrassed. "I

grabbed her bowl, a stiff

second before smiling in response. "You're right. You're probably used to Lucian helping

which were holding her chopsticks, suddenly trembled upon the mention of Lucian's name. Grief

click in his head. He smiled and said, "Amelia, are you

he know what she was thinking? Was it

that." Her face was

smiled and looked at her. He sighed, "How time flies! It's been ten years and you've

nodded in agreement but the

I just saw you, I couldn't shake off the feeling that you

how could you remember?" Jonny said dismissively then he added, "It

asked, "Why do you say that?" She'd only met

I don't even know what to say to you." Jonny suddenly became stiff and seemingly uncomfortable. He then blurted out, "You're probably

to let it go and just continue

Jonny asked tentatively, "Amelia, are you

Lucian had just talked about it earlier. Without giving it

was enough to show

through Jonny's eyes. Then he said with a smile,

confusion then she quickly agreed,

call me. Here. That has my number on

the business card. It read, "Reporter

years old when she met Jonny. Iris had just died and Amelia fell into a deep depression to the point that she had considered committing suicide. She would stand by the river and stare at it blankly. Her classmates started being concerned about her that news about it soon spread throughout their school. By then, everyone practically knew her. Some made fun of her while some sympathized with her by writing her letters as a way to comfort her. Jonny was one