Since She Met Lucian novel Chapter 44

Looking at her angry face, Lucian couldn't help let out a chuckle, his eyes full of tenderness. "Don't worry, Amelia. I won't force you. I'm just going to have to wait."

He then sat down on the sofa, looking as elegant as ever.

"Since you aren't sleepy yet, I'm going to bed." Amelia was just about to move her things that Lucian had brought into the room when he stopped her.

"That wasn't a very nice thing to say, was it?" 'Why is she so stubborn?' he thought to himself glumly. Still, in his most patient voice, he offered, "You sleep on the bed and I'll sleep on the sofa, okay?"

"What?" Amelia widened her eyes in disbelief.

It was already weird enough that they were sleeping in the same room so if he slept on the sofa, it would just make things weirder than it already was. She'd never agree to that arrangement.

"Don't forget that we're married. If we continue sleeping in separate rooms, sooner or later, Lily's going to get suspicious. Do you want my mother to come over?" This rendered Amelia speechless.

Was he going to hold that over her head forever?

"Lucian, stop threatening me with these things. I'm not scared!" Amelia spat.

Eyes dimming, Lucian pretended he was angry too. Grabbing the pillow on the bed, he said coldly, "Okay. I'm more concerned about you moving out of the SJ Garden than having to sleep in separate rooms."

While his concern for her was genuine, he didn't want to threaten her or force her into any decisions right now even though he'd already done it before with the photos.

Shocked, Amelia merely watched him as she could tell that he was upset.

She wondered to herself if she'd gone too far this time.

"Lucian, wait!" Amelia hastily stopped him.

With a gloating smile, Lucian merely stopped but he didn't turn around. It seemed as if he had already expected that Amelia would stop him.

"What is it?" He pulled a long face, sullen but not cold.

"It's cold. Take the quilt with you." Amelia only said this as a way to ease the tension between them.

Lucian was obviously disappointed—he thought Amelia would ask him to stay. The excitement in his heart quickly died down.

"It's my heart that's cold. No matter how many quilts I take with me, that won't work," Lucian said lightly, placing a hand over his chest. By this time, Amelia's face was already flushing a deep pink hue.

With that, Lucian left, closing the door behind him.

Amelia was left in a daze. For some reason, she felt empty in her heart.

She leaned against the door and stared blankly into nothing for a while. Then she lay on the bed. Her heart was beating rapidly as Lucian's words kept replaying in her head.

The next morning, Amelia got up, washed herself, and went downstairs for breakfast.

She didn't really have a good night's sleep that night. She kept on tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

The dark circles under her eyes were obvious. She wasn't really the type to put on make-up so she looked quite tired.

When she came downstairs, Lucian was already having breakfast at the table. He said plainly, "You have ten minutes."

In response, Amelia glanced at her phone. There was still an hour left before work and it only took them about half an hour to go to the office which meant that she still had half an hour left.

Displeased, she rolled her eyes at him when he turned away. Then she grabbed her breakfast on the table and headed to the door.

Despite being angry, she had to suck it up or else she wouldn't get a ride going to work.

Lucian grinned wickedly as he watched Amelia hurry towards the door.

Seeing him sitting in the car leisurely, Amelia was pissed off. She pouted before she began eating her breakfast.

However, upon taking the first bite, it seemed as if she suddenly remembered something. She quickly spat it out and then covered her mouth and nose as she dangled her head over the car window.

Confused and concerned, Lucian asked, "What's going on?"

"Just drive." Amelia wasn't really in the mood to talk to him. She just didn't want to vomit as she was prone to car sickness. Dangling her head over the car window was her way of preventing this as the morning breeze always calmed her down.

"You threw me out of the room last night and that embarrassed me. I just thought I'd get back at you this morning," Lucian said, raising his eyebrows. He'd assumed that Amelia was just mad at him.

'How childish!' Amelia thought to herself as she didn't want to retort anymore.

Still, there was a part of her that thought Lucian was adorable. She preferred Lucian like this rather than his usual indifferent self.

Amelia had always had issues with car sickness ever since she was a child. Due to her issues with car sickness, Iris would ride a bicycle every day to accompany her going to school. On the weekends, they would do the same thing.