Since She Met Lucian

Amelia pressed her lips as she felt sore all over her body that even her feet were numb with pain.

It was already half past seven but the sky was still visible. Shelly took out a bottle of water and downed it all in one gulp. "Do you want some?" she asked arrogantly.

Amelia looked away and said coldly, "Miss Shelly, this is not a TV drama. You can stop now."

Shelly was emotionless. She wasn't focusing her energy on controlling her anger instead she was playing tricks. She opened the bottle, held the bottle midair, and poured it on Amelia's face.

Amelia tried her best to dodge, turning to the side in an attempt to avoid the cold water splashing all over her.

However, Shelly was quick. Soon, Amelia was having trouble breathing with all the water pouring down on her, she kicked her legs helplessly.

"Hahaha..." Shelly laughed evilly. In a mocking tone, she taunted, "Amelia, do you want to know what you look like right now? If this gets out to the news, your squeaky clean image will be tainted. I don't think Lucian would find that attractive, wouldn't you?"

"Miss Shelly, I respect you. I know I promised I wouldn't be involved with Lucian anymore but now you're just being mean. Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" Amelia wasn't softhearted anymore. At the most, she merely tolerated Shelly but if Shelly wasn't going to be a decent human being then she was definitely going to fight back.

The mockery on Shelly's face was gone as it was replaced with a stone cold look. She stared at Amelia and said, "So I'm guessing you're showing your true colors now?"

"Sucks for you because I did feel guilty but at the moment, I don't have any left," Amelia answered coldly.

Shelly was irritated. She crouched down, reached out her hand, and raised Amelia's face by placing her finger on Amelia's chin. She said coldly, "So this is the face Lucian's so obsessed with, huh? I wonder what would happen if I scratched it. Would he still like it?"

Amelia stared at Shelly warily when she saw that Shelly had taken out a dagger. It gleamed under the light as Shelly gripped it with her hand.

It never occurred to Amelia that something she thought only happened on TV would happen to her as well. This was horrifying.

Shelly had completely lost her mind. Amelia knew she couldn't provoke Shelly any further—she had to look for ways then to distract Shelly.

The answer was pretty obvious: Lucian. If they talked about Lucian, she could stall Shelly a little bit longer.

"Aren't you curious how Lucian really feels about you?" Amelia didn't know what to say so she tried to talk nonsense.

To her surprise, it worked. Shelly paused as she gazed into Amelia's face with interest. "How Lucian really feels about me?" she pondered.

Amelia was quick to notice that upon the mention of Lucian, the anger and hatred on Shelly's face disappeared.

her words carefully as she spoke, "He told me if you behaved better,

her mouth, she immediately felt bad

Shelly and this was the only way she could do

a little skeptical. She took out the

would be lying if she said she wasn't scared—the dagger was so near her face.

I don't have a reason to lie anyway."

realized something as she jolted and turned to look at Amelia. "If I call Lucian, he's going to find out where I am then he can come and save you. Do you think I'm stupid,

buying it at

slight pain in her stomach as a burst of panic came

started sinking. In desperation, she thought inwardly, 'Am I just going to die here

you so much. You're so stupid and oblivious! Thank you for your cooperation though.

Shelly only did all of that because she loved Lucian but now, she knew that it was

when that fruit

Amelia was pissed off. She had thought that it was Edmund behind that incident but it turns out, it was Shelly

I could kill you right here, right now," Shelly

dark sky as

Jonny was trying to tell her as she thought that he was just persuading her on behalf of Lucian. But

she kept refusing Lucian who wanted to get back together with her because she was

was wrong but obviously,

had a dagger to her face. No one was going to come save her. They were in the middle

her eyes desperately. The pain wasn't important for now but she felt as if something broke loose inside her. Her heart ached but it's

to give up, a strong beam

on it too as she warned her, "If you say anything,

groan. She weakly opened her eyes and watched as

to stay awake and conscious, wanting

"Amelia..."

voice was familiar however Amelia

a long dream. In her dream, a handsome young man dressed in white stood in front of her, a

be afraid.

suddenly shifted. For a moment, all she could see was his hand desperately clinging to something—something she couldn't quite make out. Frightened, she began to run in