Since She Met Lucian

Looking at her angry face, Lucian couldn't help let out a chuckle, his eyes full of tenderness. "Don't worry, Amelia. I won't force you. I'm just going to have to wait."

He then sat down on the sofa, looking as elegant as ever.

"Since you aren't sleepy yet, I'm going to bed." Amelia was just about to move her things that Lucian had brought into the room when he stopped her.

"That wasn't a very nice thing to say, was it?" 'Why is she so stubborn?' he thought to himself glumly. Still, in his most patient voice, he offered, "You sleep on the bed and I'll sleep on the sofa, okay?"

"What?" Amelia widened her eyes in disbelief.

It was already weird enough that they were sleeping in the same room so if he slept on the sofa, it would just make things weirder than it already was. She'd never agree to that arrangement.

"Don't forget that we're married. If we continue sleeping in separate rooms, sooner or later, Lily's going to get suspicious. Do you want my mother to come over?" This rendered Amelia speechless.

Was he going to hold that over her head forever?

"Lucian, stop threatening me with these things. I'm not scared!" Amelia spat.

Eyes dimming, Lucian pretended he was angry too. Grabbing the pillow on the bed, he said coldly, "Okay. I'm more concerned about you moving out of the SJ Garden than having to sleep in separate rooms."

While his concern for her was genuine, he didn't want to threaten her or force her into any decisions right now even though he'd already done it before with the photos.

Shocked, Amelia merely watched him as she could tell that he was upset.

She wondered to herself if she'd gone too far this time.

"Lucian, wait!" Amelia hastily stopped him.

With a gloating smile, Lucian merely stopped but he didn't turn around. It seemed as if he had already expected that Amelia would stop him.

"What is it?" He pulled a long face, sullen but not cold.

"It's cold. Take the quilt with you." Amelia only said this as a way to ease the tension between them.

Lucian was obviously disappointed—he thought Amelia would ask him to stay. The excitement in his heart quickly died down.

"It's my heart that's cold. No matter how many quilts I take with me, that won't work," Lucian said lightly, placing a hand over his chest. By this time, Amelia's face was already flushing a deep pink hue.

With that, Lucian left, closing the door behind him.

left in a daze. For some reason, she felt empty in

against the door and stared blankly into nothing for a while. Then she lay on the bed. Her heart was beating rapidly as Lucian's words kept replaying in her

Amelia got up, washed herself, and went

a good night's sleep that night. She kept on tossing and turning,

under her eyes were obvious. She wasn't really the type to put on make-up so she

came downstairs, Lucian was already having breakfast at the table. He said plainly,

at her phone. There was still an hour left before work and it only took them about half

he turned away. Then she

or else

watched Amelia

car leisurely, Amelia was pissed off. She

quickly spat it out and then covered her mouth and nose as she

Lucian

want to vomit as she was prone to car sickness. Dangling her head over the car window was

the room last night and that embarrassed me. I just thought I'd get back at you this

as

adorable. She preferred Lucian like

Iris would ride a bicycle every day to accompany her going to school. On the weekends,

this, her eyes started welling up,

recently

as a way to deal with the pain but this time, it

her when she didn't

a hand on her forehead, he felt as if his

be fine in a while!" Amelia

get off the car and she would feel better

he could. Soon, they

only ever

arms as

even attracted the attention of a group

merely stared up into Lucian's face.

they had spent together, Amelia had already experienced Lucian being absolutely sweet to her and absolutely cold to her. At

help her!" Lucian cried anxiously, beads

couldn't help but feel

Since her mother passed away, no one had ever shown so much concern