Since She Met Lucian

Just as Lucian handed over the framed painting to Nicholas, Nicholas's smile widened to form a pleasant grin.

No matter who had made this painting, Nicholas was moved by Lucian's intention.

Lucian had always been aloof ever since Fiona passed away. He seldom returned to the Zhan mansion for the Spring Festival. Nicholas found it both surprising and pleasant to have dinner with his son.

Fannie stayed silent and just stood in one corner, glaring at Amelia at the same time.

"Mom, this is what Amelia chose for you." Lucian took the clothes from the bag and handed them to Fannie.

Fannie's expressions changed at that. Her face turned from slightly surprised to indifferent in a few seconds. She looked coldly at Amelia and said, "I have many clothes. I don't need these."

Amelia's heart trembled when Fannie rejected her gift bluntly. After recovering from her shock, she forced a smile.

Before she could open her mouth, Lucian interrupted, "All right." Lucian's expression was cold and icy when he stuffed the clothes back in the bag.

"It's the New Year's Eve, Fannie. Why can't you at least pretend to be happy?" Nicholas couldn't stand still after seeing Fannie's behavior. Seriousness floated in his eyes when he gazed at her.

Fannie clutched her fist tightly and glared at Nicholas. She took multiple breaths to suppress her anger. "Do I have to grin all the time just to make you happy?"

Nicholas was speechless and sighed deeply.

Fannie ruined the serene atmosphere between Lucian and his father.

Lucian ignored Fannie and walked toward Amelia. He held her hand gently and whispered soothingly, "It's okay."

Amelia's lips stretched to form a faint smile. Her heart didn't have a trace of anger or distress anymore. She had expected Fannie to behave like that anyway.

After eating, both Nicholas and Lucian went to the study while Amelia waited in the living room.

Fannie was calmly staring at the cup in her hand, and she sipped it again. Fannie seemed calm on the surface. She didn't even gaze at Amelia with her displeased expressions. Amelia glanced at the woman and shifted uneasily on her seat as if she wanted to say something. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. What if she ended up annoying Fannie again? The silence made her feel even more awkward.

"I know Lucian and his father like you already, but I won't. And don't worry, I won't accept you for the rest of my life," Fannie said coldly.

Those words made Amelia's heart feel suffocated. She averted her eyes and looked down.

Before silence between them could become even more awkward, Lucian walked downstairs and took hold of Amelia's hand. He didn't even glance at Fannie and said, "Happy New Year, mom. We should go home."

the two of them together, and she turned her face away.

wife, deciding to head home. They were silent for their entire journey. Just as Lucian got out of the car, he observed a weird expression on Amelia's face. "Amelia,

her forehead and asked, "Did

seventies!" Lucian had a playful smile on his lips. He urged her to sit on the couch and asked, "Guess why my father called me

pouting when he didn't say anything

two red packets from

at the red packets in a daze. The packets had a lot of money. Her heart floated

dying. Amelia used to feel distressed at this time of the year because she would

Lucian and Amelia were alone in the

wore a floral apron, thinking about all the dishes she would make. Just as Amelia was about to start

couldn't believe what she heard. 'He can't even wash the dishes. How can he cook?' she

have to take care of the chores tonight. You have done enough already. Go and

eyes. She didn't believe in Lucian's cooking skills, but she was

back, and he turned

in the kitchen, she had to leave. "All right." Amelia pouted

hour had passed, and Amelia couldn't take it anymore. Curiosity took over her heart, and she sneaked into the kitchen. Lucian was standing in the dining room, holding a bottle of red wine. He placed it on a round table draped with a red cloth. In the middle, she could see a giant white candle bursting with yellow light. Then she

God! A romantic dinner with candles!" Amelia stared at the scene with wide eyes and covered her mouth. She was so surprised

frowned and looked at her, relaxing his shoulders the next second. "Amelia, please

on the table, he backed up and looked at his arrangement. The entire table was decorated with lily flowers on the edges with candles in the middle. Two plates filled with delicious food were

the table decorated with candles, and a sense of insecurity filled

both romantic and bright. That was when she returned to Earth and looked at Lucian. Candlelight reflected on his handsome

lungs,

the chair for her, he smiled at her adorable face. "Mrs. Amelia, have a seat, and try it." A faint smile

she could tell that he had worked hard to prepare

at him for a long time and smiled. Her heart was deeply moved. "You

my first time too." He

as he guzzled the wine. He looked alluring in the

them as they filled their cups with it. Their eyes met one

the cup to her mouth

but he didn't feel like setting too many restrictions on her. Back when they went for dinner in a western-style restaurant, he had realized the fact that Amelia loved her freedom. They were at home anyway. He could take care of her, even if she ended up

fell in

went soft in his arms. Her cheeks were burning because of the amount of alcohol

candlelight, half of his face lit up in yellowish color. A trace of warmth spread in her heart

fragrance entered her nose, making her feel intoxicated. Amelia couldn't hold it in anymore. She put her hands on the nape of his neck and pulled him closer, kissing