Since She Met Lucian

Amelia frowned when Lucian emptied the fifth bottle of beer. On the table, she could see two more dozens of German beer that were enough to make Lucian drunk.

She glared at him in anger and said, "Lucian, you don't have to take it out on yourself. Just vent your anger on me."

Lucian narrowed his cold eyes at her. "Do you feel bad when I treat myself like this?"

Smiling bitterly, he didn’t even try to hide the self-deception in the question.

Countless women were chasing him, but he had eyes only for Amelia. The fact that she not only refused his kindness but also lied, hurt him deeply.

He had hated people who lied to him because of what happened twenty years ago.

Even though Amelia was stunned and silent on the surface, her heart was in turmoil. She felt sorry and distressed.

She squatted with tears in her eyes. "Can you just stop drinking?" Amelia wanted to admit her mistake, but she was afraid of infuriating him.

She knew that even though she would explain with her soft and trembling voice, his steeled heart wouldn’t feel a thing.

Lucian could forgive a person for any sin except for lies.

"Don't you have to explain yourself?" Lucian squinted his red eyes.

Amelia’s heart ached when her legitimate husband used such an interrogating tone to address her.

"Will you believe me?" She looked up at him, seeing through Lucian's mind.

His blood boiled after hearing her voice. "You're free to do anything, Amelia!" Just as he stood up, his legs wobbled as if he could fall any minute.

Amelia was about to help him when Lucian shoved her hands away ruthlessly. He cast a cold glance at her and said, "You must be satisfied after talking to another man privately."

Lucian walked upstairs, stumbling on the way.

Amelia stood like a statue with her anxious mind. She couldn't think straight.

Even though Jonny and Amelia sat beside the lake and talked, Lucian was worried for nothing.

Misunderstandings came one after another, and she didn't get a chance to explain.

trance. "Mrs. Amelia, please go and see Mr. Lucian. He is in a bad mood." Amelia swept her

Amelia

red after saying the second sentence, but she continued, "Mr. Lucian just wants to save

to hear… Amelia’s face lit up when a thought

the bedroom. Just as she opened the door,

opened the door of the guest room to

embarrassment and walked over lightly to put the honey water on

expected, Lucian put away the letters, locked the drawer, and turned to face her with an

was still

your wife!

her words, and the corners of his lips lifted to give an ironic smile.

him to be happy, but she didn't mean to coax

for a moment and opened her mouth

as if the words were as heavy as thousands of kilograms. Her words stuck in her throat, making her

away and pointed her fingers at the glass she had brought. "Drink this honey water, and then I'll let you know what’s in my mind." Amelia’s

at his wife in surprise. How could he still be angry

was

honey water from the glass. "Alright,

seed of curiosity had sprouted

got anxious again. How was she supposed to say those words? She took multiple breaths

her lips

shocked eyes at her. He couldn’t keep his cold expressions anymore, frowning at her words. "Why?"

was like a

and looked at him with eyes filled with emotions—"miss

was an unattainable fantasy for her. Even in her dream, she didn't dare to see his face. But when she reflected on

her for a long time, and his mouth curved up to form a faint smile. "Do you know what you are saying,

heart was flooded with both joy, but deep down he

She gazed at him with eyes full of love. "At first, I thought I fell in love

to hide the

few days ago, but at that moment, his lips were pressed in

like he couldn’t tease her back at what she said. Lucian didn’t want to hear anything because of her

Sauntering toward him, she said boldly, "I’ll only say these words this

but he didn’t stop Amelia. After a moment of silence, he woke

to close the door when someone pushed it from the other side, making her stumble back. A hand gripped her wrist firmly. Without giving her a second