Since She Met Lucian

Lucian volunteered to wash the dishes after dinner. Amelia stared at Lucian with unblinking eyes as she wondered if her ears were playing tricks on her. She squinted slightly as she asked Lucian, "What did you say just now?" Her words came out slow and soft as if she herself was unsure if she should confirm what she thought she heard.

Her curious eyes were as clear as a child's as she stared straight at Lucian who slowly turned towards her with a playful smile.

Lucian then stared steadily into her eyes and said clearly and softly, "The food you cooked were absolutely delicious. As a reward and thanks, please allow me to wash the dishes for you."

Amelia was unfamiliar to the sudden courtesy that Lucian expressed. But she knew him very well. So she decided to say nothing and silently walked out of the kitchen but stood at the doorway as a mute observer.

Lucian felt uneasy as Amelia's stare burned a hole at his back while he prepared to wash the dishes. So he turned to her and said, "If you're thinking of what to do while I wash the dishes, you can clean the living room or make a pot of tea for me."

His voice was gentle, but had an unmistakable commanding tone to it.

Amelia nodded and immediately went to the living room. She intended to clean it as he suggested. But as soon as she touched a newspaper on the center table, she was startled by a loud crashing sound that came from the kitchen. A bowl broke into a thousand tiny pieces as it fell to the floor.

Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, Lucian never had to wash the dishes.

She hurried to the kitchen and saw him squatting down as he picked up the broken pieces of the unfortunate bowl on the floor.

Lucian raised his head and turned towards the doorway of the kitchen and saw her approaching. He was about to stop her, but Amelia was immediately down with her hand on the porcelain shards scattered all around the kitchen floor and was about to start picking them up.

"What?" Their awkward movements caused them to bump into each other by accident that caused Amelia to cut her finger on the sharp edge of one of the porcelain pieces that she reached for when she went down to help.

The wound on her finger bled immediately. Lucian instantly pulled her hand towards him and quickly placed her wounded finger into his mouth and sucked on the bleeding wound.

This simple act of kindness made Amelia's heart beat faster. She stared at Lucian's face in a daze, unaware of the involuntary smile that had spread over her lovely lips.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it." He frowned and looked at her with a guilty look while he continued to suck at her wounded finger.

Amelia was fully aware that he never meant for it to happen. She reached out her hand herself rashly, shook her head and then said with a smile, "You have never washed dishes before in your entire life, have you?"

Lucian relaxed a little when he noticed that she was still in the mood for humor despite what happened. He explained reluctantly, "I used too much detergent. Thus, my hands became too slippery and one of the bowls slipped and fell to the floor."

Amelia nodded in agreement after she listened to his explanation. She then replied back to him with a smile, "I broke many bowls when I washed dishes for my mother in the past. I didn't know how many bowls I'd broken, so I secretly hid them in case my mother found out and scolded me."

Talking about these small details from her childhood made Amelia smile like a child. Her childish smile made her look even more beautiful.

She made light fun of him, and the embarrassment in his heart over what happened quickly melted away.

After cleaning the porcelain fragments in the kitchen, Lucian went to the medicine cabinet and took out some first aid supplies and then bandaged Amelia's wounded hand. He then turned the TV on and told her to watch for a while. He then went upstairs to deal with some documents as Amelia relaxed herself in front of the TV.

felt nervous and happy at the same time when

an envelope in his

that confused Amelia. She wondered what game he was playing as she accepted the envelope from Lucian.

piece of paper inside; neatly folded. She gently took out the paper as if it was the most fragile thing in the world. When she unfolded the paper, she was surprised by the elegant handwriting

read 'Honey, please forgive

blushed as she felt warm blood rushing into her cheeks. Her eyes then became misty and warm

and domineering Lucian apologizing was something that never occurred to her even in her

time. Tears welled up in her eyes that she wasn't able to stop

of her crying. He struggled to get a handkerchief out with a shaking hand

the same time, Lucian held forward a handkerchief to wipe away her tears for her. She did nothing to stop

joy. And the unexpectedness of the message made

to misunderstand and become upset with me. It only means that you care about me." She was about to

to everything that she said. He then held her tightly in his

for a long time and never felt the passage of time. In this big house, where there's only two of them, the atmosphere was

so safe wrapped in his strong arms that she eventually fell asleep

already on the bed. There was a deep silence that filled the room. Darkness filled her eyes. She moved slightly to one direction of the bed and someone reached out to protect her, afraid that she would fall off

the strength of Lucian's grip and arm even in the dark, and it made her feel protected, but... She suddenly froze at

her and she was about to get up from the bed to get away as quickly as possible. But before she could move, powerful arms

you will regret it." Lucian's voice was low and sinister, like the whisper of

did not dare move. Her eyes were wide open with shock and horror as she tried desperately to adjust her eyes to

fully aware that she was now Lucian's wife, she had never thought of

of Lucian's threat just now. She wondered if she moved just a little would it get her into trouble with Lucian and how much trouble would she be getting

beating fast as she struggled to breathe. The weight on top of her

the voice was particularly attractive against the darkness that filled the room

but she... Maybe she just need some time to get used to living her life as my wife,' Lucian thought to himself to

in her hands and arms as her heart pounded non-stop. She wondered whether she should turn the

Lucian said in a soft and gentle voice after he tucked her

Lucian. Lucian was like a mind reader. He was so intuitive that he could tell what she was so

time to get used to it." She held the

her in a pleasant and soothing voice as he caressed her smooth cheeks with the back of his

mere moments before. It was like the melody of a low thunder mixed with the sound of rain

to be a sleepless night. When she woke up, she found that Lucian was already up. The thought of being embarrassed at seeing

he saw her come down the stairs. He quietly walked towards

shyly lowered

Let's have breakfast together," Lucian's enthusiastic voice

heard him. She was stunned to see that breakfast was indeed prepared and seemed