Since She Met Lucian

Amelia was stunned for some time. When she finally snapped back to reality, she shook her head and glared at Lucian. "That
was before. Not now, and definitely not in the future," she told him.
Nothing would change the fact that the An Group saved the Zhan Group. Because of this, it went without question that Lucian
would marry Shelly. There was no way that Amelia could bear to mess up their relationship. If she did, how different would she
be from a home wrecker?
Lucian looked deeply in Amelia's eyes as he pretended to keep calm. "Do you really want your child be born without a father?"
he finally asked.
His question had definitely provoked the anger in Amelia's heart. The last thing she wanted was for the baby to be brought up.
Although she didn't deny that Lucian was the baby's father, she never thought about asking him for some support.
Taking a deep breath, Amelia tried to calm her nerves. "He's mine," she said through gritted teeth, "He has nothing to do with
you."
There was so much strength in Amelia's voice that it was quite obvious she was not going to change her mind any time soon.
Meanwhile, Lucian understood the underlying meaning in Amelia's words -- she was making a cold remark that was based on
their relationship.
"But the child is also mine! You can't just cut me off like that just because you say so," Lucian glowered coldly.
For a while, the two just stared each other down, pain and anger in their eyes.
Finally, Amelia spoke up. "If you really insist on being associated with this child," she said in a low voice, "You'll leave me no
other choice but to get an abortion."
Maybe it was because of the amount of rage she felt or because it was what she really thought was best; whatever the reason,
Amelia said such vicious words right at Lucian's face without a second thought.
After saying that, Amelia's lips trembled. She did not expect that she would be capable to say something as harsh as that.
Immediately, Lucian's face was filled with sadness and loss. It was as if he had just lost a hopeless battle. Averting his gaze from
Amelia, he straightened up and adjusted his tie.

"As long as you take care of yourself, I will not come to bother you," he said coldly. It was obvious that Lucian was in so much
pain.
Looking up at him, she saw how broken the expression on his face was. Seeing Lucian like this made Amelia hurt so much.
Lucian walked to the door, his hand already on the knob. Before going out, he paused at the doorway and cast a sidelong glance
back at Amelia. Her face was the same as he had always remembered, a truly beautiful woman that could easily move his heart.
However, there was something different about the way she looked right now. It was as if she was no longer the same woman
who always had a smile on her face.
"Lily said you should finish the chicken soup she made for you, or else she would be sad," Lucian said before finally walking out
and closing the door behind him.
A sharp, piercing pain went through Amelia's heart when she heard the door click close.
Burying her face in her hands, Amelia allowed herself to cry for a while. At that moment, she felt so drained and tired. After a
while, she pulled herself together and walked up to the table in the dining room.
There was a big bowl with a lid on top. Amelia lifted the lid, and instantly the smell of the soup wafted into her senses. It smelled
so good and comforting that she felt as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
Wiping the tears away from her face, Amelia went into the kitchen and grabbed an empty bowl. With a sniff, she sat down on the
table and helped herself to Lily's soup. Amelia tried to eat slowly, but she couldn't help gulping it down so quickly. It was such a
familiar and comforting taste that she managed to eat everything all by herself.
After eating the very last drop, she noticed that there was actually a note stuck on the container:
"Mrs. Amelia, I thought you said that you were on a trip... Why did you lie? Despite all the bad things they say about you on the
news, I don't believe that you are really that willing to leave Mr. Lucian. You love him so much, and he loves you too. I won't go
back to my hometown, Mrs. Amelia. I will wait for your return to SJ Gardens. I know you will come back soon."
The handwriting, the way it was written, the choice of words... It was apparent that Lily was the one who wrote this note.
After reading Lily's message twice over, Amelia felt an uneasiness sweep through her. It appears that Lily was doubtful that
Amelia would give up on her love for Lucian without so much as blinking an eye.

The more Amelia thought about it, the more she came to realize how ungrateful she really was. Lily had been nothing but kind
towards Amelia, and yet Amelia still found it in herself to lie just so that she could leave SJ Garden.
The courtyard was fairly calm and quiet. Mrs. Chen wasn't going to come back tonight. After cleaning up and fixing her things,
Amelia was just about to go to sleep when her phone suddenly rang. It was a message from an anonymous number. Judging
from how the message started, Amelia already had a good guess who it was:
"I can't control who my man meets up with, but I can tell you off. Let me be clear about this -- if you ever get in touch with Lucian
again, you will deeply regret it. If you had any sense left in you, you'll just do as I say."
'I'm sure this message is from Shelly,' Amelia thought.
Amelia's eyes started to get hot from the tears that were starting to form. Every breath she took, she felt as if her chest was
getting tighter and heavier. Shelly's message was so painful that it was like someone was tearing Amelia up into a million pieces.
As much as she didn't want to think about it, memories of her times with Lucian flooded her thought. How his kiss felt, how he
looked at her with that sweet smile... Amelia curled up into a ball on the bed and hugged her legs tightly. Sadness had become
like an old friend in Amelia's life. Recently, there wasn't a day that had passed that she wasn't sad and crying.
The following morning, Amelia woke up a bit later than usual. She had barely gotten any sleep last night. Sitting up, she looked
over at the time. When she saw how late it was, she groaned in annoyance and washed up.
After freshening up, she went out and saw that Mrs. Chen was busy in the kitchen. "Good morning," Mrs. Chen greeted when
she saw Amelia walk in, "You're here. I have made breakfast for you. Come and let's eat together."
Biting her lip, Amelia hesitantly went over to Mrs. Chen. "Mrs. Chen, I'm so sorry. You weren't able to come home last night
because of me," Amelia said apologetically.
'If Lucian didn't go and approach Mrs. Chen, she wouldn't have stayed over at someone else's house for the night,' Amelia
thought, feeling filled with guilt.
"I didn't expect that I could live in a luxury hotel and enjoy such good service. If I could, I wouldn't have gone back here at all!"
Mrs. Chen grinned as she lightly joked.
Hearing this, Amelia was in astonishment. It looked like Lucian treated Mrs. Chen better than she initially expected.

Then, Mrs. Chen turned to solemnly look at Amelia. "If you two really love each other, then I have no business with your
relationship with him. But... I would just like to say that young man is quite a kind and considerate gentleman. He went out of his
way to make sure that I was well taken care of just so that he could have the chance to be with you." Although Mrs. Chen felt
embarrassed to say this, she kept true to her word that she would put in a good word for Lucian.
Amelia came to her senses and flashed a light-hearted smile at Mrs. Chen. "I didn't think that you'd sell me out like that in
exchange to stay at a luxury hotel."
"Of course I'm not trying to betray you, my child. But now you are pregnant and the baby's father is willing to take responsibility.
Why are you so angry?" Mrs. Chen couldn't figure it out. She seldom read the news, but she had read a few reports about
Amelia and Lucian on the newspaper. It was just impossible to believe that Amelia couldn't live a happy life with Lucian.
"Mrs. Chen, I have to go to work at two o'clock in the afternoon. I'm just going to run some errands before then," Amelia said as
she turned to leave, trying to avoid the topic.
"Silly girl," Mrs. Chen sighed, "Don't wait until the love is completely gone. When that happens, it will really be too late."
Hearing this, Amelia felt that there was a thorn in her heart. Nonetheless, she didn't look back at Mrs. Chen, and just went on her
way.
It was a sunny day in April. Amelia walked down the street by herself. The trees along the sidewalk provided ample shade from
the sunlight. Taking a deep breath in, Amelia tried to clear her head and vent out the unhappiness in her heart.
She arrived at the shop an hour earlier than her usual shift. As soon as she opened the door, warm sunlight poured into the milk
tea shop. Amelia got busy and started working around -- watering the plants, cleaning the tables, setting up a soothing playlist,
and the sorts.
Normally, people went to the shop in the afternoon to put their feet up and relax. But since it was already spring time, afternoons
usually had a sleepy atmosphere.
A little past 3 o'clock, Amelia had her first customer.
"Hello, welcome!" Amelia greeted, struggling a bit with her English. For a while, she racked her mind, trying to remember the little
English she knew.

The man who had just entered looked like he was a foreigner. After hearing Amelia struggle with her pronunciation of English
words, the man beamed at her. "I'll have a glass of lemon black tea. Thank you," he said in fluent Chinese.
"Y-yes, sir! Please wait for a moment..." Amelia's eyes were wide open out of amazement. She did not expect that he would be
able to speak Chinese so well.
It was highly probable that Amelia's English-speaking skills were even inferior to that of a junior high school student's. During her
English classes back in the days, she was always absent-minded and often didn't know the answers to her exams.
Amelia was definitely caught off guard when her first customer today was a foreigner. But after she heard the man speak
Chinese, she couldn't help but quietly breathe a sigh of relief.
As she made the man's order, she made sure that she was especially careful and precise. She followed the steps as diligently as
she could. After a few minutes, she was able to make some lemon black tea without any trouble whatsoever.
She took it over to the man and was about to speak to him in English, but the words seemed to get stuck on her tongue. "Please
enjoy," she said to him in Chinese, flushing deeply and quickly walking away.
The foreigner smiled at her, and took a sip of the drink that she had just made.
Amelia was back at the counter. She was hurriedly looking for a next song to play that the man might be familiar with. 'Maybe
he'll have a better time here if he hears a song from where he's from,' she thought to herself.
When the music began, the man looked out the window and put his glass back down on the table. It was hard to tell what was on
his mind, but judging from the look on his face, Amelia could only guess that he wasn't averse to the song she had played.