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.

was left in a daze. For some

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

Amelia got up, washed herself, and went downstairs

sleep that night. She kept

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

downstairs, Lucian was already having breakfast at the table.

and it only took them about half an hour to go to

him when he turned away. Then she grabbed her breakfast on the table and headed to

had to suck it up or else she wouldn't get a ride going

grinned wickedly as he watched

sitting in the car leisurely, Amelia was pissed off. She pouted

she suddenly remembered something. She quickly spat it out and then covered her mouth and nose as she dangled her head over the

concerned, Lucian asked,

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

and that embarrassed me. I just thought I'd get back at you this morning," Lucian said, raising his eyebrows. He'd assumed that Amelia

as she didn't want to retort

a part of her that thought Lucian was adorable. She preferred Lucian like this rather than his

car sickness ever since she was a child. Due to her issues with car sickness, Iris would ride a bicycle

thought of this, her eyes started

while. She'd been feeling upset recently

a way to deal with the pain but this time, it didn't seem to be working. Beads

when

felt as if his heart would

fine in a while!"

to get off the car

drove as quickly as he could. Soon, they arrived at

expect any of this to happen. She only

into his arms as he

all. If anything, he'd even attracted the attention of a group of female nurses as he was

felt painful, Amelia merely stared up into Lucian's face. She had a good view of his perfect

Lucian being absolutely sweet to her and absolutely cold to her. At the thought of this,

anxiously, beads of

couldn't help but feel

be taken care of. Since her mother passed away, no one had ever shown