Love in Prime Years

How did she get from being cute to marriage? Where was the logic?

For an instant, Amelia blushed. And when she turned her head, she found that Arthur was even worse, his face was literally burning. Arthur was to reply her that it would be soon but Lawrence, face dark, interrupted him. "You are matchmaker now?" he challenged Ellen. Ellen felt cold fingers crept up her spine. She whirled, looking at her brother, confused. She didn't rile him, did she?

"Lawrence, what's with this sudden meltdown? Are you a girl in her period?"

Now she did rile him. Lawrence's face got dark, and the thought the Amelia was here to witness this aggravated his sullenness.

Heathway was sick her kids constant meaningless quarrels. So she interceded. "The dinner is ready, why don't we have our meal?"

Heathway dragged Amelia to sit beside her, filling Amelia's plate with food. "Try the ribs, I made them."

Amelia didn't really have the appetite for meat recently. But she felt it impolite to refuse such hospitality. So she said her thanks and picked up a rib with her chopsticks.

A nibble, that's all she did. And then her face twisted.

That's not food!

Where did she get the courage to cook from?

Much as she hated to eat such horrible rib, she took another nibble so she wouldn't hurt Heathway's feelings.

Heathway looked at her with expectation. "Isn't it great, Amelia? That's Maximus's favorite. He said it is the best thing he had ever put in his mouth."

Curiously, Amelia took a glance at Maximus and found him having the rib too. The way he's biting the rib would've made Amelia believe it was great rib if she had not had a taste of it. Maximus smiled affectionately at Heathway when he heard her mention him. "Right, my wife is the best cook in the world."

Amelia gaped. What Maximus had for Heathway was no doubt the truest love. Otherwise, nothing could make a man tell such a lie with no guilty conscience.

In his fifties, Maximus looked behind his age. He looked more like a brother of Lawrence and Steven then a father. Mellow and mature, Maximus was even more charming than the brothers. Heathway looked young too. For most people, their eyes become misty with age. But Heathway's didn't. Hers were as clear as a maiden of eighteen. She and Ellen looked like sisters.

The Dominics was a family of handsome males. That's what people said. And Amelia's own eyes attest to its truth today.

Lawrence and Steven were cut out of the same cloth with Maximus. But despite the commonalities they shared in appearance, one could easily tell them apart by the air they emanated. Maximus was mellow and mature. The powerful air of his made people submit.

Steven was rather cold, but there was a sense of positivity added to him. Lawrence was the coldest on among the three, he harbored nothing but sheer coldness.

Sitting here in the room were all Leigh's blood relatives. His grandparents, his aunt and his uncle. But pitifully, he would never get to see them, he's gone, he didn't even know their existence by the last day of his life. Tears welled up in her eyes at the thought of Leigh.

Arthur knew how terribly Heathway

cooked. So when he took note of the

anomaly on Amelia's face, he thought the rib gagged her. hurriedly, he took the rib from her and put it in his mouth smiling. FindNovel.net

"Emm, yummy."

Clang.

Lawrence slammed his chopsticks on the table.

He looked daggers at Arthur.

He ate the rib that Amelia bit on. How dare he?!

For an instant, he lost all his appetite.

Arthur heard the noise Lawrence made. He smiled joyfully. "Lawrence, you're full? Are you losing weight?"

Amelia felt the necessity to say something when she noticed Lawrence's stare at her. She cleared her throat. "Lawrence should lose some weight."

Lawrence was furious, the chilly air radiating from him suppressing the atmosphere.

Arthur ignored the volcano next to him that was about to erupt in any minute and grabbed Amelia's arm. "Amelia, Lawrence needs to lose

weight, but I don't. I want you to feed me"

"Amelia, I want the shrimp."

Arthur looked at her at the jug of his jaws with expectation, his mouth slightly open, acting like a puppy waiting for a reward.

Amelia found the way Arthur pleaded irresistible. She picked a shrimp and sent it into his mouth.

Chewing the shrimp delighted, Arthur smiled brightly..

But he was not satisfied with that. He wanted more.

"Amelia, I want broccoli."

He blinked at her, cutely. He reminded Amelia of Leigh, so she fed him again as he asked, twice again, "Here, Arthur."

Ellen could no longer stand this absurdness of Arthur's, she protested.

"You are so brazen, Arthur. How could you ask a girl to feed you?"

But Heathway looked at Ellen with disapproval. "That adds a taste of romance into the life of a couple, Eller No wonder you are still not married."

Remembering all those times she had been refused, Ellen silenced herself and resumed her meal.

Arthur, however, smiled even more brightly. "You're so right, auntie Heathway. Amelia feeds me, in return, I defend her. How beautiful is this?"

"Amelia, would you feed all my life?"

But it was the noise of Lawrence breaking his cup instead of Amelia that replied.00000000