Since She Met Lucian novel Chapter 13

The next morning, someone knocked on Amelia's door. As she opened her heavy lids, she remembered what she had promised Lucian yesterday. Amelia sprang out of bed and rubbed away the sleep from her eyes. 'Ah, I'm meeting Lucian's parents today!' she thought, getting nervous and flustered.

"I... I'm getting up! I'll be ready in a minute!" She rushed into the bathroom and washed up, then quickly changed her clothes. After checking how she looked in the mirror one last time, she hurried downstairs.

There, she saw that Lucian was having breakfast. The way he looked in his black suit handsomely suited his overall cold and stiff appearance. Seeing him like this made it seem as if the warm words he said from last night were only a dream.

"Sorry, I overslept," Amelia said apologetically as she walked over to him.

Most of the time, Amelia woke up early. It was just that she did not expect that she would go to bed so late last night.

"It doesn't matter." After taking a bite on a piece of bread, Lucian put it back on his plate and coldly glanced at Amelia. "There was only enough breakfast for one person. You can eat what I've left. If you're still hungry, you can go to the Zhan mansion to get something to eat. That's what you get for sleeping late."

"What did you say?" Amelia couldn't believe what she just heard. With an eyebrow raised, she eyed that bitten piece of bread Lucian was offering. "You want me to eat that?" she asked exasperatedly.

"You were the one who was supposed to make breakfast," Lucian shrugged, "But you didn't wake up early enough. I think you should be grateful that I even decided to share with you the breakfast that I prepared."

"Lucian, do you really think I should thank you for your kindness?" Amelia was irritated by his words. 'Why is he like this all of a sudden? I don't understand how he can make fun of me like this!'

"You can choose not to eat since you only have five minutes left. By then, we have to leave and head up to the Zhan mansion. It's really up to you," Lucian said in a low and cold voice.

Amelia was stunned for a long time.

This man was completely different from what he was yesterday! But then, Amelia suddenly realized something. 'Yesterday, we were in front of other people. But now it's just the two of us. There's no need for him to act so cordial around me right now.'

"Fine. Let's go," Amelia said with a bitter smile.

"I hope you know how important this is," Lucian coldly reminded Amelia as he got into the car. "Show the best possible version of yourself. I hope you can cooperate with me no matter how unwilling you are."

Was this still a negotiation? Why did that sound more of like an order?

Although Amelia was a bit reluctant, she still nodded her head in compliance as she quietly sighed to herself.

The Zhan mansion was located at a hillside, right where the land met with the sea. According to Chinese geomancy—of which the Zhan family was quite fastidious about—a house surrounded by both earth and water gathered energy and prosperity.

As the car drove up the driveway, the gates automatically opened. There was a stone fountain right in front of the grand villa, and a flower nursery to the left. Amelia gazed at awe at the beautiful flowers, many of which she did not have a name for. On colder days, the flowers were all in full bloom. It was such a rare and delightful sight to see.

Lucian stepped out of the car. The aura of nobility he had as he stood at the luxurious grounds of the villa made his seem like he was born to be a prince living in the castle.

When Darren saw the car, he immediately welcomed Lucian with a big smile on his face, "Mr. Lucian is back. Her ladyship missed you quite so."

They followed Darren into the villa. The floors were made out of marble, imported straight from Italy. There was an intricate crystal chandelier hanging in the hall, illuminating the grand staircase with a warm light. On each wall were big, arched windows. There were also paintings hung here and there, giving the whole place a quiet but elegant ambiance.

A chorus of laughter sounded from the living room, creating an air of peacefulness and cheer.

"We have a guest?" Lucian frowned.

"It's Miss Shelly An. She came here to visit Mrs. Fannie," Darren answered hesitantly as he glanced at Amelia.

Hearing Shelly's name, Amelia felt her heart skip a beat. At that moment, she could just imagine Shelly's angry and ferocious face.

"Let's go, Amelia." Suddenly, Lucian stretched out his hand to her. The look on his cold face made it look as there was an urgent matter at hand, and that he was asking for her permission to hold hands.

Amelia opened her mouth slightly. She was surprised and didn't know if she should hold his hand. Thinking of the hateful look he gave her before they left SJ Garden, Amelia sighed lightly and turned her head away angrily.

"Lucian!" Shelly was sitting on the sofa in the living room. When she saw Lucian, she screamed joyfully and jumped out of her seat.

"Ah, you're back!" Fannie said happily as she turned around.

Lucian didn't say anything. He pulled Amelia, who was hiding behind him, to his side.

"Oh... Why did you bring her here?" The moment Fannie saw Amelia, the smile on her face froze. It was easy to tell that she was not happy seeing Amelia there.

"Amelia's my wife. Is it wrong for me to take her home?" Lucian held Amelia's hand tighter, interlocking his cold fingers into hers. His voice was icy and domineering, as if he was just about to declare war.