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 reason, she felt

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

morning, Amelia got up, washed herself, and went

good night's sleep that night. She kept on tossing

were obvious. She wasn't really the type

Lucian was already having breakfast at

an hour left before work and it only took them about

he turned away. Then

angry, she had to suck it up or else she wouldn't get

as he watched Amelia

in the car leisurely, Amelia was pissed off.

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

Lucian

to car sickness. Dangling her head over the car window was

that embarrassed me. I just thought I'd get back at you

childish!' Amelia thought to herself as

thought Lucian was adorable. She

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

eyes started welling up, sadness filling her

while. She'd been feeling upset recently and the sharp pain that shot up in her

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

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

fine in a

just felt dizzy. She just needed to get off the car and

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

only ever saw these

had taken her into his arms as

attention of a group of

felt painful, Amelia merely stared up into Lucian's face. She

sweet to her and absolutely cold to her. At the thought of this, she felt

Lucian cried anxiously, beads of sweat

couldn't help

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