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,

into nothing for a while. Then she lay on the bed. Her heart was beating rapidly

washed herself, and went downstairs for

night. She kept on

obvious. She wasn't really the type to

having breakfast at the table. He said plainly, "You have ten

work and it only took them about half an hour

away. Then she grabbed her breakfast on the

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

he watched

car leisurely, Amelia was pissed off. She pouted before she

it out and

and concerned, Lucian asked, "What's going

she was prone to car sickness. Dangling her head over the car window was her way of preventing this as the morning breeze always calmed

threw me out of the room last night and that embarrassed me. I just thought I'd get back at you this morning," Lucian said, raising

thought to herself as she didn't want to

of her that thought Lucian was adorable. She

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

her eyes started welling up, sadness

been feeling upset recently and the sharp pain

this feeling. Normally, she'd pinch her palm as a way to deal with the pain but

at her when she

a hand on her forehead, he felt as if his heart would jump out of his chest when he

in a while!"

needed to get off the car and she would feel

drove as quickly as he could.

any of this to happen. She only ever saw these

her into his arms as he rushed

embarrassed at all. If anything, he'd even attracted the attention of a group of female

Lucian's face. She had a good view of his perfect jaw

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

Lucian cried anxiously, beads of sweat rolling

help

Since her mother passed away, no one had ever shown