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.

some reason, she felt empty in her

leaned 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

Amelia got up, washed herself, and went downstairs for

sleep that night. She kept on

really the type to put on make-up so

already having breakfast at the table. He said

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

when he turned away. Then she grabbed her breakfast on

it up or else she wouldn't get a

grinned wickedly as he watched Amelia hurry

pissed off. She pouted before she began eating her

she suddenly remembered something. She quickly spat it out

concerned, Lucian asked, "What's

to him. She just didn't want to vomit as she was prone to car sickness. Dangling her head over the car window was her way of

the room last night 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 was just mad

as she didn't want

adorable. She preferred Lucian like this rather than his

car sickness, Iris would ride

this, her eyes started

recently and the sharp pain that shot up in

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

her when she

Laying a hand on her forehead, he felt as if his heart would jump out of his chest when he noticed how much she was sweating. "Just hold on for a while. I'm taking

in

needed to get off the car and

he could. Soon, they arrived at

happen. She only ever saw these kinds of things happening

into his arms as

even attracted the attention of a group of female nurses

up into Lucian's face. She had a good view of his

they had spent together, Amelia had already experienced Lucian being absolutely sweet to her and absolutely cold to her. At the thought of this, she felt

Lucian cried anxiously, beads of sweat rolling down

help but

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