Since She Met Lucian novel Chapter 23

"Since you want to protect her and her daughter, I have nothing else to say. Take care of yourself." All of a sudden, Amelia became cold and distant.

Just when she was about to turn to leave, Lucian grabbed onto her hand. Looking up, she met Lucian's deep eyes, making her cheeks flush a slight pink.

"I've called the doctor. He'll be here soon. Go wash up and get some rest. I'll be here." Lucian's voice had a calming effect to it, which put a little ease on Amelia's restless heart.

This man had played an important role just now in such a critical moment.

Amelia was full of gratitude.

After Amelia left, Lucian looked at Vernon, who was lying on the bed. "Why are you doing this?"

Vernon was frightened and guilty. Lucian saw through his intentions so he had no other choice but to speak out the truth. "Amelia was introverted and sensitive. But it didn't use to be like that. She used to be extroverted and lively. Ever since her mother passed away, Amelia changed. She didn't talk to me. She was indifferent to this family. After several years of being sick, her attitude towards me became better..."

"So all you're saying is that you're just trying to get her attention?" Lucian snorted and shook his head.

"Lucian, I'm relieved to see that you're treating my daughter so well," Vernon let out a contented sigh.

"Amelia still does not know about your real purpose just yet, but she will soon because she's no longer a child. You will never win her trust by pretending like this. What's more, it's really inappropriate for you to joke around with your own health," Lucian said flatly. He stood up and looked down on Vernon, "I've called your attending doctor. You can take a rest and I'll go talk to Amelia."

"Lucian, I know it's my fault. But can you promise me one thing? Please take good care of Amelia." There was shame in Vernon's eyes as he pleaded.

Hearing this, Lucian secretly felt surprised. He thought that Vernon was going to take advantage of his relationship with Amelia for business reasons — it turned out that he wanted Lucian to take care of his daughter.

When he heard these words, Lucian's heart trembled, and then the waves of guilt surged through him.

He couldn't help but realize how little he had cared about Amelia, and how coldly he even acted towards her.

"She is my wife. Don't worry." With or without the contract, Amelia was still really his wife. No matter what the circumstance, it was his obligation to take care of her.

Meanwhile, Amelia was cooking a small pot of porridge in the kitchen. Lucian came in, leaning against the door frame as he quietly watched Amelia for a few moments.

"Is that for your father?" Lucian asked. Walking over, he looked at the food Amelia was cooking over her shoulder.

Amelia nodded and then turned to ask, "Do you want some?"

It seemed as if Amelia was in a better mood right now.

Lucian was a little surprised. "That smells really good. You should cook more often in the future," he said with a smile.

With these words, Lucian turned around and left.

What did he mean? Amelia shook her head reluctantly. 'He doesn't really mean that,' she thought in her heart. 'He just wanted to have something to say.'

After the check-up, the doctor said that it was nothing serious, and was only probably caused by stress and emotional imbalances.

Hearing this, Amelia let out a breath of relief.

However, Amelia still couldn't help but feel uneasy. "Lucian," she said to him in a low voice, "I'm worried to leave him all by himself at night."

Before she could continue, Yolanda's sharp voice suddenly came in. "Dad, whose luxury car is parked up front?"

Rolling her eyes, Amelia flashed a mocking smile at Lucian.

"I know how you feel, Amelia..." Vernon said in a whispered voice. A cough erupted from his chest. There was a reason why Vernon was worried that something bad might happen when Amelia saw Yolanda.

"I've endured that woman for over ten years. I think I can handle seeing her right now. Please just focus on getting better." Every time Amelia and Yolanda quarreled, Vernon always told Amelia to just leave her be, even if Yolanda was the one who always caused trouble.

There were clear and deep wrinkles on Vernon's forehead as his eyebrows tightly knitted together.

"What? Where's dad?" Yolanda asked from downstairs. "Jasper!" she called out, "Can you go check upstairs if my father is home or not? I don't want to climb the stairs."

The house as made out of wood, making it easy to hear everything that was going on inside. It was built by Vernon's own two hands. At that time, Amelia was only seven years old. While Vernon was responsible for building the house, Amelia's mother, Iris, was the one who decorated and made everything beautiful. But, over the years, the house had been a bit neglected and just looked old.

The house was still where it was, but it had changed, as well as the people who were inside.

Thinking about this, Amelia was filled with sadness and desolation.

That was why she seldom went back to the Mo mansion. She would rather live in the rental house to eat boxed lunches than stay at home to see Vernon.