Since She Met Lucian

Not wanting to see them fight, Amelia interrupted. "Mom! Dad! Lunch's ready,"
she blurted. The couple looked at Amelia who quickly averted her eyes by looking down.
"Who are you calling Mom?" The more Amelia spoke, the more Fannie grew furious.
"Ignore her, Amelia. Just because she doesn't want to eat doesn't mean we should starve ourselves," said Nicholas, who was
only too happy to be wheeling himself into the dining room.
Across the hall stood Lucian with a frown on his face. He watched everything in silence.
It hadn't occurred to Amelia that things could turn this sour. She stood there, refusing to believe what just happened.
Lucian approached Amelia and tried to comfort her. "You don't have to push yourself to do anything."
Amelia was right, he thought. She didn't have to do what Fannie wanted.
Seeing as no one wanted her there, Fannie marched upstairs, fuming still. But before she could go, she turned back to scream at
Lucian, "Sure! Go ahead and ignore me! But I'm doing this for your own good!"
In the dining room, Nicholas praised Amelia's cooking. Fannie's absence made the atmosphere rather delightful. Everyone was
able to ease up and enjoy the food.
Lucian expressed the desire to head back after lunch. Not wishing to anger Fannie more, Nicholas didn't press them to stay.
"Guess what Dad told me earlier." Lucian broke the silence as they drove home. A smile was playing on his lips.
Amelia shook her head.
Lucian was playing coy to tease Amelia, but with the gentlest of smiles, he eventually confessed, "He said we should consider
having a child."
Amelia's face turned a bright red. She quickly averted her eyes and pretended to look at something outside the car window.
It was a good thing Lucian didn't say anything else, or she would have turned a deeper scarlet out of embarrassment. The rest of
the ride home was nothing but quiet.

Monday came as it always did and Amelia had to return to Zhan Group with Lucian. Work had always been simple and easy, and
she found that it was there where she felt most at peace.
She felt even more comfortable seeing that Lucian became more caring and attentive. This was after he made a promise in front
of her mother's grave that he would spend the rest of his life with Amelia.
Work weeks in the office usually began with a meeting, and seeing that it was almost ten in the morning, Amelia gathered the
documents she needed to prepare. With Eric's help, they placed important files in the boardroom before she went to the CEO's
office to report to Lucian. They may have a personal relationship, but in that building, they were boss and employee. And like
everyone else, Amelia addressed Lucian as "Mr. Lucian" when talking to him.
Amelia quickly familiarized herself with work processes and so she was able to adjust to everything with ease. During the
meeting, she had all the needed files and required documents. No trouble arose that she didn't have a solution to.
It was just a standard meeting, and everyone was pleased that it ended quickly without any issue, especially considering that the
last conference they had didn't go as smoothly.
After collecting her things, Amelia headed to the lavatory to wash her hands. She was in the middle of doing so when a voice
came from behind, "Don't think that it's going to be smooth-sailing from now on just because you're married to Lucian. You will
never be able to take my place in his heart."
It was Sasha who stepped out to meet Amelia's gaze. She was wearing a bright red dress, an expensive coat, and lacy black
stockings paired with stiletto heels.
Amelia remembered that Sasha and Shelly would always wear thin silk stockings during winter.
"Please, Miss Sasha," Amelia said. "Enough with this. Nothing you say would change anything." Amelia believed in Lucian. She
trusted him with all her heart.
The look of determination on Amelia's eyes stunned Sasha. Recovering herself, she said with a smirk, "Lucian is out of your
league. You don't belong in his world."
"That's funny," Amelia affected a laugh. "You say that and yet Lucian and I still share the same bed every night." Amelia leveled
her eyes with Sasha's. She had always told herself that she wouldn't let Sasha's painful words get to her, but she'd had enough.
She couldn't let this go on.

The words from Amelia's mouth took Sasha by surprise. Without waiting for Sasha to respond, Amelia walked out and headed
back to her desk.
That she was able to say those things to Sasha stunned Amelia herself. She was already on her desk but she couldn't focus on
her work. Seeing the expression of agitation on her face, Lucian walked over and asked with concern, "Are you alright?"
Amelia snapped back to reality and immediately put on a smile. "I'm fine," she beamed.
"I thought I saw you looking troubled." He reached for a glass of water and offered it to her.
"Mr. Lucian, uh," Amelia hesitated. "Can I talk to you about something that's not related to work?" She fidgeted, recalling the text
message Courtney sent her.
"I'm not really a fan of you calling me Mr," Lucian said. "I'd much rather hear you calling me honey." It was obvious that Lucian
was enjoying teasing Amelia.
Amelia didn't appreciate the joke considering that she had a serious matter to discuss. But keeping her smile on, she continued
albeit shyly, "It's Courtney. She just broke up with her boyfriend and I really want to comfort her. Would you mind if I clock out
early to meet up with her?"
"Well..." Closing the gap between him and Amelia, Lucian continued, "That depends. Will you give me something in return for my
permission?"
Lucian always looked stern and gave the coldest regards, and yet when he was teasing, he looked like a mischievous kid. It was
impossible to hate him.
Lucian had always enjoyed making Amelia blush, and she knew it. Nevertheless, she asked naively, "What do you want?"
Lucian saw Amelia for who she was, pure and innocent. He softly told her to close her eyes.
Amelia was hesitant, but she did as she was told.
She was wondering why Lucian asked her to close her eyes when she felt it. Lucian held her cheek in his hand and planted a
kiss on her lips.
Shocked, she immediately opened her eyes. Lucian's face was so close to hers that she could feel his breath on her lips. Her
heart was beating loudly in her chest, and yet she didn't feel the urge to push him away. Quite the opposite, she wanted nothing

more than to hold him.
But Lucian got to her first. He grabbed her in his arms and kissed her again, more passionately this time. Amelia never thought
of that dull, old office as a site of romance, and yet she found herself responding to his kisses. In that moment, she wished they
could stay in there forever.
Lucian's kisses were gentle but ardent. And the more she returned them, the more Amelia felt lost in his love. Withdrawing,
Lucian took a strand of hair that fell on Amelia's face and tucked it behind her ear. He looked at her reddened cheeks and
playfully pinched her nose. "That was good," he finally said. "You can go. It's okay."
"Really?" Amelia hadn't recovered from the heat of her passionate encounter with Lucian, and yet she couldn't hide feeling
happy having secured his permission to leave early.
But despite Lucian's assurance that it was alright, Amelia was getting second thoughts about skipping work. It was
unprofessional to be leaving her post, and she didn't want her colleagues to think that she was getting privileges for being
Lucian's wife. With these thoughts in her head, she collected herself and said, "I'm sorry. I should just get back to work."
"I'll be leaving with you," Lucian replied. Lucian could see that Amelia was feeling bad about leaving early despite her clear
concern for her friend.
"Really? What a coincidence!" Except it couldn't be a coincidence, Amelia thought. She wondered whether Lucian merely said
what he said so she'd feel more at ease about going. Upon seeing him reach for his briefcase, however, Amelia followed him out.
"Will you just drive me there or will you be following me?" Amelia asked. She was trying her best to read Lucian's expression.
The latter kept his eyes on the road.
Her thoughts went back to the last time Lucian asked to see her home. It felt like he was keeping watch on her at all times.
"Sometimes, it's not nice to ask too many questions, Mrs. Amelia." Lucian dropped her off in front of Courtney's coffee shop. She
closed the car door behind her, but Lucian rolled down the window and called out to her, "Call me when you're ready to go home
and I'll pick you up."
"I will." Amelia waved as she watched him drive off.
Amelia entered an empty shop. There was no one there except for Courtney who was sitting at the bar, slumped over the
counter.

Amelia reached out to her. "Courtney! How many drinks have you had? Why did you drink so much?" There were empty bottles
around Courtney who looked as if she'd been drinking the whole day. Amelia made the mistake of stepping on a bottle and
almost fell.
Courtney was a mess. Her hair was matted and her eyes were bloodshot. Amelia's heart ached for having seen her friend in this
state. She picked up the bottles strewn on the floor and set them up on the bar counter. She made a mental note of cleaning this
up after she'd sorted Courtney out.
Courtney had already sat up. She was trying to tidy up her hair when she met Amelia's gaze. Courtney forced a wide smile.
"Hey! You're here!"
Amelia sighed and pursed her lips. Without returning Courtney's greeting, she tried to help her friend tidy up.
"It's terrible, Amelia. Business isn't good these days," Courtney said. "No one's coming in. Only two people went in earlier to
have milk tea. I don't want to clean up anything. I don't even have to, anyway." Amelia could only sigh.
Amelia knew that Courtney opened this shop because she regarded running it as a hobby. Courtney also said that this business
would help her save money for her wedding. But now it looked as if Courtney had lost every reason to keep the shop.
"Do you want anything to drink? I can whip up something for you," Courtney asked. She stood up to go behind the counter but
staggered all the way through.
"Two cups of coffee, please," Amelia replied coolly.
Courtney smiled and nodded. She grabbed two cups from the counter and went into the kitchen to pour some coffee. She came
back, sat behind the bar, and placed a cup in front of Amelia.
They sat in silence opposite one another. Amelia merely looked at her drink, subtly trying to gauge how Courtney was feeling.
Courtney picked up her cup and brought it to her lips before setting it down again. She was looking out the window.
"Why is it so bright out?" Courtney rubbed her eyes and rechecked.
"That's because the sun is still out," Amelia said with a smile. She took a sip from her cup of coffee. Her senses welcomed the
bitter aroma and she found herself perking up.
She came over to comfort Courtney but she quickly realized that saying anything wouldn't make a difference.

Only Courtney could get herself out of this situation. There was nothing other people could say that could help her move on.
Only two things could happen once a person's heart gets broken: The person could break down and lose it, or that person could
move on and forget. But even moving on was easier said than done. The whole process always dealt pain.
"I've been thinking a lot in my family these days, Amelia." Courtney had a slight smile on her face, but it didn't do anything to hide
her pain. She was still looking out the window, avoiding Amelia's probing eyes.
"Remember when Jasper and I broke up and you told me that the pain I felt meant that I was growing up? Looking back now,
those five years with him feel like a dream. It's like I'm not even sure they happened." Amelia knew the feeling all too well. Only,
she considered herself fortunate to have met Lucian. Had she never met him, she wondered if she would've gotten over her last
relationship as quickly.
"I know that what Kent did was wrong, but the truth is, I don't blame him. I don't think he could've helped it." Courtney tried to
stop herself from crying by forcing herself into another smile. But the tears rolled down her face as quickly as she tried to hide
them. Courtney told Amelia everything Kent told her about the night he betrayed her.
It was a busy time for the sales department of Kent's company. There were dinners with clients every night and Kent was
required to attend them all. In one of these parties, Melissa got herself drunk. Kent only wanted to help Melissa get back to her
hotel room, but he was equally intoxicated. One thing led to another, and it was too late before Kent realized his mistake.
After that, Melissa had been trying to go after Kent, threatening that she'd tell Courtney what happened and break them up. Kent
felt tormented because he didn't want to lose Courtney. Moreover, he didn't have the guts to confess what happened. He just
didn't say anything, even after Courtney became suspicious and began asking a lot of questions.