Since She Met Lucian novel Chapter 27

"Lucian... Aren't you... I thought you were out with your girlfriend?" Amelia asked drunkenly as she looked at the man in front of her.

Then she finally vomited.

Lucian kept quiet as he rubbed Amelia's back. He helped her stand up when she was finished throwing up.

Amelia felt as if she was floating before she fell into Lucian's arms.

Suddenly, all she could feel was softness.

"Prepare some honey water for Mrs. Amelia." She was already lying on the bed when a cold voice came from behind her.

Despite her drunkenness, she still had a pretty good idea what was going on.

Having assumed that Lucian wouldn't come home that night, the last thing she expected to find when she arrived home was, well, Lucian.

She recalled how when she first met him, she was drunk too. However, compared to their encounter then, this was nothing at all.

"Take off her clothes and put her in pajamas." He was standing in the living room, seemingly about to head out.

"No... I'm not taking my clothes off." While Amelia heard the voice, she didn't open her eyes. She thought it was Lucian who was going to help her change out of her clothes thus her refusal to cooperate.

"Mrs. Amelia, you got some vomit on your clothes. You'll sleep better if you change out of your dirty clothes," Lily said gently. She wanted to hear Amelia's approval first before doing anything.

"Lily..." Amelia nodded her head.

"Mr. Lucian, Mrs. Amelia has changed her clothes."

"Okay." Lucian nodded, his eyes cold as ever as he looked toward Amelia who was lying in bed.

When she vomited, she got rid of all the alcohol she had drunk that night. As she lay in bed, she kept tossing and turning, throwing off her quilt as she felt quite hot.

As Lucian watched her, he trotted over, brows furrowed, looking grim.

"Don't throw the quilt off." Lucian covered her with the quilt again as he sat on the edge of the bed. It wasn't until she had stopped tossing and turning did he finally leave.

When Amelia woke up, it was already the noon of the next day. She squinted her eyes and rubbed her forehead, feeling a bit dizzy. Suddenly, something dawned on her, she immediately sat up and looked out of the window. "Shit! I'm late for work!" she cursed to herself.

"Are you awake, Mrs. Amelia?" Lily walked into the bedroom with food in her hands. When she noticed that Amelia seemed to be panicking, she said, "Mrs. Amelia, I've already washed your clothes."

"Washed?" She was shocked and she hadn't realized that she had slept in Lucian's room that night.

"Yes, it seems you were drunk last night so Mr. Lucian carried you to the room," Lily explained, nodding.

Amelia tried to rack her brain for any recollection of this.

Everything was a haze but she seemed to remember someone holding her and talking... She looked at her pajamas and cried, "Then... What about my clothes?"

Did Lucian help her change into her pajamas?

"You vomited all over yourself last night. Mr. Lucian asked me to change your clothes for you." Lily was a bit confused. Why would she panic at the thought of her own husband changing her clothes? Lily couldn't help but laugh at her. "Mrs. Amelia, Mr. Lucian is a good man. Any woman would kill to be in your spot right now but it seems you're constantly afraid that he'll take advantage of you."

Amelia was a little embarrassed. It was completely acceptable for a husband to help his wife change out of her dirty clothes so it was definitely strange that she was acting this way.

In order to appease Lily's confusion, Amelia added as an explanation, "Lucian's such a neat freak. I was just worried about the smell."

"Oh, I see. You're so considerate, Mrs. Amelia. No wonder Mr. Lucian likes you." Lily immediately understood what she meant. She then looked at Amelia in admiration.

Uh... She only said that so Lily wouldn't be suspicious. She didn't mean for it come out that way.

"Where's Lucian?" While she knew that Lucian was probably at work, she still had to ask.

"Mr. Lucian left a note for you. Maybe you should read it first." Lily took out a piece of paper from her apron. Lucian had handed it to her and asked to give it to Amelia before he left for work.

Lucian left a note for her?

Amelia was a bit taken aback by this. Receiving a message that wasn't electronic wasn't really popular nowadays.

Needless to say, the note piqued her curiosity.

As Amelia unfolded the piece of paper, the color drained from her face when she was met with his strong and forceful handwriting. The curiosity in her was replaced with shock and confusion.