Since She Met Lucian

Lucian volunteered to wash the dishes after dinner. Amelia stared at Lucian with unblinking eyes as she wondered if her ears
were playing tricks on her. She squinted slightly as she asked Lucian, "What did you say just now?" Her words came out slow
and soft as if she herself was unsure if she should confirm what she thought she heard.
Her curious eyes were as clear as a child's as she stared straight at Lucian who slowly turned towards her with a playful smile.
Lucian then stared steadily into her eyes and said clearly and softly, "The food you cooked were absolutely delicious. As a
reward and thanks, please allow me to wash the dishes for you."
Amelia was unfamiliar to the sudden courtesy that Lucian expressed. But she knew him very well. So she decided to say nothing
and silently walked out of the kitchen but stood at the doorway as a mute observer.
Lucian felt uneasy as Amelia's stare burned a hole at his back while he prepared to wash the dishes. So he turned to her and
said, "If you're thinking of what to do while I wash the dishes, you can clean the living room or make a pot of tea for me."
His voice was gentle, but had an unmistakable commanding tone to it.
Amelia nodded and immediately went to the living room. She intended to clean it as he suggested. But as soon as she touched a
newspaper on the center table, she was startled by a loud crashing sound that came from the kitchen. A bowl broke into a
thousand tiny pieces as it fell to the floor.
Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, Lucian never had to wash the dishes.
She hurried to the kitchen and saw him squatting down as he picked up the broken pieces of the unfortunate bowl on the floor.
Lucian raised his head and turned towards the doorway of the kitchen and saw her approaching. He was about to stop her, but
Amelia was immediately down with her hand on the porcelain shards scattered all around the kitchen floor and was about to start
picking them up.
"What?" Their awkward movements caused them to bump into each other by accident that caused Amelia to cut her finger on
the sharp edge of one of the porcelain pieces that she reached for when she went down to help.
The wound on her finger bled immediately. Lucian instantly pulled her hand towards him and quickly placed her wounded finger
into his mouth and sucked on the bleeding wound.

This simple act of kindness made Amelia's heart beat faster. She stared at Lucian's face in a daze, unaware of the involuntary
smile that had spread over her lovely lips.
"Sorry, I didn't mean it." He frowned and looked at her with a guilty look while he continued to suck at her wounded finger.
Amelia was fully aware that he never meant for it to happen. She reached out her hand herself rashly, shook her head and then
said with a smile, "You have never washed dishes before in your entire life, have you?"
Lucian relaxed a little when he noticed that she was still in the mood for humor despite what happened. He explained reluctantly,
"I used too much detergent. Thus, my hands became too slippery and one of the bowls slipped and fell to the floor."
Amelia nodded in agreement after she listened to his explanation. She then replied back to him with a smile, "I broke many bowls
when I washed dishes for my mother in the past. I didn't know how many bowls I'd broken, so I secretly hid them in case my
mother found out and scolded me."
Talking about these small details from her childhood made Amelia smile like a child. Her childish smile made her look even more
beautiful.
She made light fun of him, and the embarrassment in his heart over what happened quickly melted away.
After cleaning the porcelain fragments in the kitchen, Lucian went to the medicine cabinet and took out some first aid supplies
and then bandaged Amelia's wounded hand. He then turned the TV on and told her to watch for a while. He then went upstairs
to deal with some documents as Amelia relaxed herself in front of the TV.
Amelia felt nervous and happy at the same time when she noticed the drastic change in Lucian's attitude towards her.
About ten minutes later, Lucian came down and went to the living room with an envelope in his hand. He handed the envelope to
Amelia and asked her to open it.
Lucian had a mysterious look on him that confused Amelia. She wondered what game he was playing as she accepted the
envelope from Lucian. She stared puzzled at the envelope and then slowly back at Lucian.
She nervously opened the envelope and carefully undid the flap that kept the envelope closed. She found a piece of paper
inside; neatly folded. She gently took out the paper as if it was the most fragile thing in the world. When she unfolded the paper,
she was surprised by the elegant handwriting on the paper.
The message on the paper read 'Honey, please forgive me for being irrational and intolerant.'

Amelia was so moved by the message on the piece of paper in her hand that her face blushed as she felt warm blood rushing
into her cheeks. Her eyes then became misty and warm as her vision started to look as if she was underwater.
She never expected Lucian to apologize to her. The thought of the cold and domineering Lucian apologizing was something that
never occurred to her even in her wildest imagination.
Amelia was so moved by the message that she was unable to speak for a long time. Tears welled up in her eyes that she wasn't
able to stop from falling down. Lucian became anxious at the sight of Amelia's tears and he immediately asked, "Is there
something wrong?"
Lucian, apparently, could not bear the sight of her crying. He struggled to get a handkerchief out with a shaking hand to wipe
away her tears.
Amelia shook her head as a response to Lucian's question. At the same time, Lucian held forward a handkerchief to wipe away
her tears for her. She did nothing to stop him.
Unbeknownst to him, she was crying tears of joy. And the unexpectedness of the message made the situation even more
emotionally unbearable for her.
"Actually, on the way home, I criticized myself because I felt that I did something wrong. It is natural for you to misunderstand
and become upset with me. It only means that you care about me." She was about to cry even more as she spoke in a quivering
voice. She then took several deep breaths to calm herself down.
Lucian continued wiping her tears for her as he quietly listened to everything that she said. He then held her tightly in his arms
without saying anything.
They remained in that position for a long time and never felt the passage of time. In this big house, where there's only two of
them, the atmosphere was peaceful and calm.
She felt so safe wrapped in his strong arms that she eventually fell asleep like a lazy cat.
When Amelia woke up, she was already on the bed. There was a deep silence that filled the room. Darkness filled her eyes. She
moved slightly to one direction of the bed and someone reached out to protect her, afraid that she would fall off the bed.
She could feel the strength of Lucian's grip and arm even in the dark, and it made her feel protected, but... She suddenly froze at
the thought that Lucian was lying next to her on the same bed!

Her heart suddenly thumped faster and it brought her back to full wakefulness. She shivered at the thought that he was lying
beside her and she was about to get up from the bed to get away as quickly as possible. But before she could move, powerful
arms grabbed her and quickly pushed her down with the weight of a muscular body keeping her pinned. She suddenly felt
imprisoned and helpless.
"If you keep moving, you will regret it." Lucian's voice was low and sinister, like the whisper of a specter in the darkest night.
Amelia did not dare move. Her eyes were wide open with shock and horror as she tried desperately to adjust her eyes to the
darkness.
Although she was fully aware that she was now Lucian's wife, she had never thought of sleeping with him in the same bed.
But she was aware of Lucian's threat just now. She wondered if she moved just a little would it get her into trouble with Lucian
and how much trouble would she be getting herself into?
She felt very uncomfortable buried in Lucian's chest. Her heart was beating fast as she struggled to breathe. The weight on top
of her made her feel like she was getting suffocated and was dying.
"Amelia, we are a couple. You don't have to be so nervous." A muffled, low voice broke the silence in the room. The huskiness in
the voice was particularly attractive against the darkness that filled the room and despite the terror that gripped Amelia's heart.
Lucian finally decided to move his body out of his position on top of Amelia.
'She know we're married for some time now, but she... Maybe she just need some time to get used to living her life as my wife,'
Lucian thought to himself to banish his frustration. He breathed deeply as he nodded slightly to himself.
Amelia screamed within her heart. She held her body tightly in her hands and arms as her heart pounded non-stop. She
wondered whether she should turn the light on and sleep in the next room, or sleep with him tonight.
"Go to sleep. I will not do anything to you," Lucian said in a soft and gentle voice after he tucked her in.
Amelia's fear was completely dispelled after she heard the words of Lucian. Lucian was like a mind reader. He was so intuitive
that he could tell what she was so worried about without hearing her say anything.
"I'm sorry, I... I just need some time to get used to it." She held the quilt tightly with both hands as she explained nervously and
shyly to Lucian.

"Okay, I know. Now go to sleep." he spoke to her in a pleasant and soothing voice as he caressed her smooth cheeks with the
back of his hand.
His voice made her feel comfortable regardless of the negative experience that she had mere moments before. It was like the
melody of a low thunder mixed with the sound of rain in the middle of a summer night.
It turned out to be a sleepless night. When she woke up, she found that Lucian was already up. The thought of being
embarrassed at seeing each other because of what happened last night worried her.
She washed her face and changed into a professional-looking uniform. When she went downstairs, Lucian was reading a
newspaper in his hand. He stood up as he saw her come down the stairs. He quietly walked towards her and moved his lips
close to her ears. His fluid movement brought a slight shiver to her. "Did you sleep well last night?" he asked in a soft voice that
warmed her.
His greeting made Amelia blush. She shyly lowered her head towards him and nodded.
"I have prepared breakfast. Let's have breakfast together," Lucian's enthusiastic voice declared to her.
She turned towards the table as she heard him. She was stunned to see that breakfast was indeed prepared and seemed to be
merely waiting for her.
She felt like it was all a dream. Like she was still asleep and was having a very pleasant dream where she woke up, washed her
face and came down the stairs to a breakfast prepared for her by her husband, Lucian.
She then wondered if this man who had been so gentle to her was truly Lucian.
The breakfast was very simple. But coming from Lucian, who rarely cooked, it was a precious treat for her.
He even considerately peeled eggs for her as she watched. He then asked her to eat more of the porridge, that it was good for
her.
Amelia took the egg from Lucian with a slight smile and stared affectionately at Lucian after hearing his words of concern. She
felt an indescribable feeling of warmth in her heart.
"Is there anything on my face?" Lucian asked, feeling a little uneasy from Amelia's smiling stare. He reflexively touched his face
to check if there was anything there that Amelia was smiling at.

Amelia lowered her eyes in embarrassment and shook her head immediately in reply to Lucian's question. She felt excited after
staring at Lucian and even more at his flustered look as he tried to check his face for anything that should not be there.
Whenever she dined with such a handsome man, she not only enjoyed the taste of the food, but also enjoyed the visual pleasure
brought by her company. Visual and auditory pleasure since his voice was always so pleasant to listen to.
Amelia was convinced that if they stayed together for a long time, she would also live a long and healthy life.
She was amused at the thought that she laughed lightly to herself.
Lucian noticed the subtle changes on her face. But she didn't notice that Lucian was staring at her. When he saw the happy
expression on her face, he immediately took the opportunity to tease her, "I know you're a fan of your husband."
The man on the other side of the table squinted at her. His tone was so calm that she felt like he had figured out all of her little
tricks.
His stoic stare made Amelia a little uncomfortable and excited at the same time. She didn't realize that her face had steadily
turned red.
She admitted to herself that Lucian was a charming man who looked good no matter what clothes he wore. His expression and
voice had always captivated her and his choice of words whenever he spoke invoked images in her mind that made her wonder
how she was able to stop herself from being attracted by her husband.
"Yes, I am a huge fan of my husband. And I think that it will be a great honor to take him out sometime." It was clear to her that
he was thinking of other plans for her. His squinting eyes and impish grin were proof of it. She then started to wonder what would
happen if she simply told him everything that was on her mind and made him happy.
Lucian rolled his eyes at Amelia with a boyish smile when he heard her response. He wanted to show that he was not buying
Amelia's response. "I already know that everybody agrees that I am handsome," he replied back at Amelia confidently.
'Tsk, tsk, since when did he become so self-infatuated and shameless?'
Amelia cursed in her heart as she grinned from ear to ear. She felt powerless to refute and felt that it would be better to just let it
pass. It was true, though, that Lucian was so handsome.
The good vibe during their breakfast extended to the Zhan Group's offices. Lucian told Amelia that there would be a meeting that
would take up their entire day as they walked side by side from the lobby and into one of the empty elevators that waited for

them. He wanted her to help him with the documents during the meeting. She smiled back at him but said nothing, indicating that
she was happy to accompany him during the meeting.
'It's an internal meeting. It would be pointless for an assistant to attend,' Amelia thought to herself.
As if he read her mind, Lucian explained to her calmly, "As the wife of the CEO of the Zhan Group, you should learn more about
the company and what makes it tick. This way, you can help me with business in the future."
Lucian's words surprised Amelia even more than the idea that he might've read her mind. She glanced towards Lucian and
basked in the mature radiance that he emanated in his well-tailored suit as they went out of the elevator.
When they reached his office, he immediately went through several documents on his desk as Amelia watched briefly. His aura
was charming and extremely irresistible as his slender fingers flipped through the documents.