Since She Met Lucian

Amelia frowned when Lucian emptied the fifth bottle of beer. On the table, she could see two more dozens of German beer that
were enough to make Lucian drunk.
She glared at him in anger and said, "Lucian, you don't have to take it out on yourself. Just vent your anger on me."
Lucian narrowed his cold eyes at her. "Do you feel bad when I treat myself like this?"
Smiling bitterly, he didn’t even try to hide the self-deception in the question.
Countless women were chasing him, but he had eyes only for Amelia. The fact that she not only refused his kindness but also
lied, hurt him deeply.
He had hated people who lied to him because of what happened twenty years ago.
Even though Amelia was stunned and silent on the surface, her heart was in turmoil. She felt sorry and distressed.
She squatted with tears in her eyes. "Can you just stop drinking?" Amelia wanted to admit her mistake, but she was afraid of
infuriating him.
She knew that even though she would explain with her soft and trembling voice, his steeled heart wouldn’t feel a thing.
Lucian could forgive a person for any sin except for lies.
"Don't you have to explain yourself?" Lucian squinted his red eyes.
Amelia’s heart ached when her legitimate husband used such an interrogating tone to address her.
"Will you believe me?" She looked up at him, seeing through Lucian's mind.
His blood boiled after hearing her voice. "You're free to do anything, Amelia!" Just as he stood up, his legs wobbled as if he could
fall any minute.
Amelia was about to help him when Lucian shoved her hands away ruthlessly. He cast a cold glance at her and said, "You must
be satisfied after talking to another man privately."
Lucian walked upstairs, stumbling on the way.
Amelia stood like a statue with her anxious mind. She couldn't think straight.

Even though Jonny and Amelia sat beside the lake and talked, Lucian was worried for nothing.
Misunderstandings came one after another, and she didn't get a chance to explain.
After what it felt like hours, a voice brought her out of the trance. "Mrs. Amelia, please go and see Mr. Lucian. He is in a bad
mood." Amelia swept her eyes to see Lily standing before her.
"Lucian won’t see me," Amelia said in a low voice.
"It's impossible! Mr. Lucian cannot refuse you, not in a million years. Although you have to find a way to make him happy." Lily’s
face turned red after saying the second sentence, but she continued, "Mr. Lucian just wants to save his face. If you say
something he wants to hear, he won't be angry."
Something that he would want to hear... Amelia’s face lit up when a thought crossed her mind.
"I know!" Amelia excitedly rushed toward the kitchen, prepared a cup of honey water, and brought it to the bedroom. Just as she
opened the door, she found that it was empty, instantly remembering that he had changed the room.
She opened the door of the guest room to find Lucian reading some letters, being momentarily stunned.
Amelia lowered her head to avoid embarrassment and walked over lightly to put the honey water on the table.
As expected, Lucian put away the letters, locked the drawer, and turned to face her with an irritated expression. "Who let you
in?"
Well, he was still angry!
Amelia’s calm eyes cast a glance at him, and she said shamelessly, "I’m your wife! This is my house, and you cannot stop me
from entering your room."
Lucian raised his eyebrow at her words, and the corners of his lips lifted to give an ironic smile. "Don't flatter me. As if your
presence can make me blissful."
She wanted him to be happy, but she didn't mean to coax him.
Amelia gazed at him for a moment and opened her mouth to speak her mind, only to close it in a second.

Even though she wanted to say what was in her heart, she couldn't. She felt as if the words were as heavy as thousands of
kilograms. Her words stuck in her throat, making her chest heavy.
She turned away and pointed her fingers at the glass she had brought. "Drink this honey water, and then I'll let you know what’s
in my mind." Amelia’s face was indifferent, and she spoke in a calm voice.
Lucian gaped at his wife in surprise. How could he still be angry after seeing her indifferent attitude?
Amelia talked exactly like he had once when she was drunk, and Lucian had prepared honey water for her.
He pursed his lips and swallowed the honey water from the glass. "Alright, just say it then."
Lucian was cold on the surface, but the seed of curiosity had sprouted in his heart already.
Amelia relaxed her shoulders after Lucian finished the glass, but her mind got anxious again. How was she supposed to say
those words? She took multiple breaths to calm her heart. "Didn't you ask me about my feelings? Let me tell you." She shot a
glance at him. "My heart is aching!"
She bit her lips and observed Lucian’s reaction.
Lucian darted his shocked eyes at her. He couldn’t keep his cold expressions anymore, frowning at her words. "Why?" Why did
she have to lie if her heart was distressed?
The pain of being deceived was like a fishbone that had stuck in his throat.
"You know, I feel sad when I see you with other women. And when you are not with me, I-I"—she swallowed saliva and looked at
him with eyes filled with emotions—"miss you." Her breathing was erratic after she was done with expressing herself. It wasn’t
easy to say those words.
He was an unattainable fantasy for her. Even in her dream, she didn't dare to see his face. But when she reflected on her words,
Amelia felt her love for him rising in her heart.
Lucian stared at her for a long time, and his mouth curved up to form a faint smile. "Do you know what you are saying, Amelia?"
His heart was flooded with both joy, but deep down he was still anxious.
"Of course, I know what I am talking about." She gazed at him with eyes full of love. "At first, I thought I fell in love with you
because of your family background. But now I can stand by you unconditionally."

She lowered her head to hide the blush on her cheeks.
Lucian's heart skipped a beat. He would have smiled at her words a few days ago, but at that moment, his lips were pressed in a
thin line.
"Amelia, you can go." His self-esteem was also high when it came to relationships. It wasn’t like he couldn’t tease her back at
what she said. Lucian didn’t want to hear anything because of her lies.
Amelia was stunned, thinking Lucian was still mad at her. Sauntering toward him, she said boldly, "I’ll only say these words this
time because it makes you happy." She sighed and turned to face the door. "You should go to bed early."
Lucian's body froze, but he didn’t stop Amelia. After a moment of silence, he woke up from his trance and dashed after her,
pushing the door with all his might.
Amelia was about to close the door when someone pushed it from the other side, making her stumble back. A hand gripped her
wrist firmly. Without giving her a second glance, Lucian pushed her against the wall, making her feel dizzy.
She took deep breaths and ended up inhaling a familiar scent.
She could clearly feel his strong heartbeats and his warm breath.
Amelia’s eyes doubled in size. She subconsciously gripped his clothes, and a hint of flush crept on her face. At that moment, she
couldn’t even breathe.
Close proximity was dangerous for her.
Lucian stared at her face with eyes full of affection. He grabbed her jaw, and forced her to look in his eyes.
"Amelia, will you throw yourself at me out of love?" Lucian's voice sounded cold without a trace of warmth.
At first, Amelia couldn’t understand what he meant, being stunned for a moment. When she felt the irony of that sentence, her
face fell.
"Do you really think I’m cheap?" With teary eyes, Amelia bit her lower lip and tried to calm the burn in her chest.
"Because I hate women who lie!" He pinched her chin, and his cold eyes gazed at her for a long time.

Lucian still couldn't forgive her. He didn't even believe her words.
A flush of regret filled Amelia’s heart. Why hadn’t she spoken about it earlier?
"Don’t worry. I will still treat you as my wife...nominally." He smiled bitterly and let go of her chin, chuckling coldly.
Amelia saw through the bitterness in Lucian’s heart and lowered her head. She knew he was depressed, and Amelia didn’t mean
to make things difficult for him. Quietly, she walked out of the room.
Lucian’s smile faded, and he punched the wall with all his power. He regretted his indifferent attitude toward her. He wanted to
take hold of her, but at the same time, he hesitated. These complicated emotions made him go crazy.
His anger had forced Amelia to open her heart to him. Lucian thought there wasn’t a difference between him and a robber.
Back then, he got married in the hope of taking charge of his own life ahead. If Lucian could win her heart in such a dominating
way, he would be able to take charge of her life.
He was so fierce with her because he wanted Amelia to think clearly.
After returning to her room, Amelia dropped herself on the soft bed as if she ran a marathon and was devoid of energy. She
stared at the ceiling for a long time. Lucian’s cold words still swirled in her mind.
Nominally... These words extinguished all the flames in her heart.
She had to gather a lot of courage to express her feelings, but he rejected her due to anger.
Amelia didn't know why Lucian was so angry. Now when she finally said it, she didn’t feel so uncomfortable anymore.
She could only comfort herself by thinking that he was drunk and moody. Amelia should be considerate enough.