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

lay on the bed. Her heart was beating rapidly as Lucian's words

Amelia got up, washed herself,

night. She kept on tossing and turning,

She wasn't really the type

already having breakfast at

them about half an hour to go to the office which meant that she still

eyes at him when he turned away. Then

it up or else she wouldn't get

he watched Amelia hurry

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

it seemed as if she suddenly remembered something. She quickly spat it out and

concerned, Lucian asked, "What's going

as she was prone to car sickness. Dangling her head over the car window was her way of preventing

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

herself as

thought Lucian was adorable. She

she was a child. Due to her issues with car sickness, Iris would ride a bicycle every day to accompany her going to school. On the weekends, they

of this, her eyes started

been feeling upset recently and the sharp pain that

way to deal with the

glanced at her when she didn't say

was wrong with her. 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 you

I'll be fine in a while!"

needed to get

as he

happen. She only ever saw these kinds of things

her into his arms

anything, he'd even attracted the attention of a

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

had already experienced Lucian being absolutely sweet to her and

help her!" Lucian cried anxiously, beads of sweat rolling down

help but

of. Since her mother