Since She Met Lucian

Amelia blushed in embarrassment. She felt Lucian's eyes on her before he left. When she looked up again, he was gone already.

Afternoon had already come and the sun was up, giving her a bit of warmth.

"Amelia, you don't really have to push Lucian away because he genuinely loves you." Despite Carlotta not knowing the real reason behind Amelia and Lucian's separation, she could tell how much Lucian loved Amelia based on his actions alone.

"Carlotta, come in and have a seat!" Amelia decided to change the topic since she really wasn't in the mood to talk about Lucian.

"You should definitely rest at home first before going back to work," Carlotta said in a worried tone—wisely taking the hint that Amelia wanted to change the topic already.

Amelia couldn't help but be moved at how concerned Carlotta was for her. Carlotta even went to find Shelly for revenge on her behalf. Carlotta was acting as if she was family to Amelia and that was very touching.

Amelia agreed. She had intended to invite Carlotta inside the house but Carlotta still had to prepare for a meeting that afternoon.

Perhaps it was the change in weather or her pregnancy but Amelia fell asleep as soon as she arrived home. When she woke up, it was already evening. She went to the living room only to find that the house was completely dark save for the dim lights that were turned on in the yard.

It was already eight in the evening—she had quite a long nap.

She couldn't find Mrs. Chen, perhaps she had gone to dance in the square nearby.

Suddenly, her phone started ringing. She reached for the lights and switched it on.

It was Jonny calling. She suddenly remembered calling him in the afternoon about the accident but had forgotten to update him after.

"Lucian's already told me. How's the wound? Is it serious?" Jonny blurted out right away much to her surprise.

Stunned, she said, "It's not that serious."

"Shelly crossed the line this time. I need to tell her off," Jonny said rather calmly.

Amelia's heart immediately tightened upon hearing this. She quickly said, "If you really want the best for me, just let it be. Pretend you don't know anything." Her intention for telling him wasn't to tell off Shelly but hope he could protect his own sister.

"The soft-hearted ones are always the ones who suffer." Jonny sighed then he added, "How's your appetite? Do you have anything you want to eat? I can bring you whatever you want."

"My appetite's fine, Jonny. You don't have to worry about me. If I want to eat something, I can just buy it on my own. I'll take good care of myself and the baby," she answered with a smile.

"That's good. You won't have to put up with any of this soon," Jonny continued.

think much about it. Putting on a smile, she said, "I'm fine. I don't feel bad

treated her like her own granddaughter. She lived in a good and quiet place and now with Courtney accompanying her, she wasn't

Chen and asked

mahjong in the background. With that, she hung up knowing that Mrs. Chen wasn't going to

her own cooking so she had no

door. This confused Amelia as she thought Mrs. Chen

Amelia felt

just got worse—soon, the pounding was so

that it probably wasn't Lucian because if it was, he wouldn't be

hurry, clenching her fists, she asked, "Who is

male voice roared from the outside, "I'm looking for

was sweating out of nervousness and fear now. The man outside was specifically looking for her. At a loss, she

came across Lucian's number and wondered if she should call

the door!" the

away. Thankfully, Lucian answered

jump out of her chest. Holding her breath, she said in a low voice, "Someone's knocking at the door and he

right there!" Lucian then

trying to calm herself

If you don't open the door, I can't promise you your safety!" the man outside threatened her

sweat were falling down her forehead

in her heart that

noise, half of the red

feet when the man broke down the other half of the door with his

of Amelia, he charged towards her like a hungry wolf. Seductively, he wheezed, "You're so beautiful. I've

fear,

"Don't even try to resist or I won't hesitate to

his fist as if to threaten

vendor at the fruit store she passed by every day. How did he know that she lived here? How did

a way to stall him as

you selling fruit under the pedestrian bridge?" Amelia remembered him because every time she passed by the fruit store, she'd hear the man laughing and telling jokes to his customers. She'd actually bought from him twice already and his beard was

his face, he denied anxiously, "No! I don't sell fruits! You must

started to pace back and forth,