Since She Met Lucian novel Chapter 60

Lucian volunteered to wash the dishes after dinner. Amelia stared at Lucian with unblinking eyes as she wondered if her ears were playing tricks on her. She squinted slightly as she asked Lucian, "What did you say just now?" Her words came out slow and soft as if she herself was unsure if she should confirm what she thought she heard.

Her curious eyes were as clear as a child's as she stared straight at Lucian who slowly turned towards her with a playful smile.

Lucian then stared steadily into her eyes and said clearly and softly, "The food you cooked were absolutely delicious. As a reward and thanks, please allow me to wash the dishes for you."

Amelia was unfamiliar to the sudden courtesy that Lucian expressed. But she knew him very well. So she decided to say nothing and silently walked out of the kitchen but stood at the doorway as a mute observer.

Lucian felt uneasy as Amelia's stare burned a hole at his back while he prepared to wash the dishes. So he turned to her and said, "If you're thinking of what to do while I wash the dishes, you can clean the living room or make a pot of tea for me."

His voice was gentle, but had an unmistakable commanding tone to it.

Amelia nodded and immediately went to the living room. She intended to clean it as he suggested. But as soon as she touched a newspaper on the center table, she was startled by a loud crashing sound that came from the kitchen. A bowl broke into a thousand tiny pieces as it fell to the floor.

Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, Lucian never had to wash the dishes.

She hurried to the kitchen and saw him squatting down as he picked up the broken pieces of the unfortunate bowl on the floor.

Lucian raised his head and turned towards the doorway of the kitchen and saw her approaching. He was about to stop her, but Amelia was immediately down with her hand on the porcelain shards scattered all around the kitchen floor and was about to start picking them up.

"What?" Their awkward movements caused them to bump into each other by accident that caused Amelia to cut her finger on the sharp edge of one of the porcelain pieces that she reached for when she went down to help.

The wound on her finger bled immediately. Lucian instantly pulled her hand towards him and quickly placed her wounded finger into his mouth and sucked on the bleeding wound.

This simple act of kindness made Amelia's heart beat faster. She stared at Lucian's face in a daze, unaware of the involuntary smile that had spread over her lovely lips.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it." He frowned and looked at her with a guilty look while he continued to suck at her wounded finger.

Amelia was fully aware that he never meant for it to happen. She reached out her hand herself rashly, shook her head and then said with a smile, "You have never washed dishes before in your entire life, have you?"

Lucian relaxed a little when he noticed that she was still in the mood for humor despite what happened. He explained reluctantly, "I used too much detergent. Thus, my hands became too slippery and one of the bowls slipped and fell to the floor."

Amelia nodded in agreement after she listened to his explanation. She then replied back to him with a smile, "I broke many bowls when I washed dishes for my mother in the past. I didn't know how many bowls I'd broken, so I secretly hid them in case my mother found out and scolded me."

Talking about these small details from her childhood made Amelia smile like a child. Her childish smile made her look even more beautiful.

She made light fun of him, and the embarrassment in his heart over what happened quickly melted away.

After cleaning the porcelain fragments in the kitchen, Lucian went to the medicine cabinet and took out some first aid supplies and then bandaged Amelia's wounded hand. He then turned the TV on and told her to watch for a while. He then went upstairs to deal with some documents as Amelia relaxed herself in front of the TV.

Amelia felt nervous and happy at the same time when she noticed the drastic change in Lucian's attitude towards her.

About ten minutes later, Lucian came down and went to the living room with an envelope in his hand. He handed the envelope to Amelia and asked her to open it.

Lucian had a mysterious look on him that confused Amelia. She wondered what game he was playing as she accepted the envelope from Lucian. She stared puzzled at the envelope and then slowly back at Lucian.

She nervously opened the envelope and carefully undid the flap that kept the envelope closed. She found a piece of paper inside; neatly folded. She gently took out the paper as if it was the most fragile thing in the world. When she unfolded the paper, she was surprised by the elegant handwriting on the paper.

The message on the paper read 'Honey, please forgive me for being irrational and intolerant.'

Amelia was so moved by the message on the piece of paper in her hand that her face blushed as she felt warm blood rushing into her cheeks. Her eyes then became misty and warm as her vision started to look as if she was underwater.

She never expected Lucian to apologize to her. The thought of the cold and domineering Lucian apologizing was something that never occurred to her even in her wildest imagination.

Amelia was so moved by the message that she was unable to speak for a long time. Tears welled up in her eyes that she wasn't able to stop from falling down. Lucian became anxious at the sight of Amelia's tears and he immediately asked, "Is there something wrong?"

Lucian, apparently, could not bear the sight of her crying. He struggled to get a handkerchief out with a shaking hand to wipe away her tears.

Amelia shook her head as a response to Lucian's question. At the same time, Lucian held forward a handkerchief to wipe away her tears for her. She did nothing to stop him.

Unbeknownst to him, she was crying tears of joy. And the unexpectedness of the message made the situation even more emotionally unbearable for her.

"Actually, on the way home, I criticized myself because I felt that I did something wrong. It is natural for you to misunderstand and become upset with me. It only means that you care about me." She was about to cry even more as she spoke in a quivering voice. She then took several deep breaths to calm herself down.

Lucian continued wiping her tears for her as he quietly listened to everything that she said. He then held her tightly in his arms without saying anything.

They remained in that position for a long time and never felt the passage of time. In this big house, where there's only two of them, the atmosphere was peaceful and calm.

She felt so safe wrapped in his strong arms that she eventually fell asleep like a lazy cat.

When Amelia woke up, she was already on the bed. There was a deep silence that filled the room. Darkness filled her eyes. She moved slightly to one direction of the bed and someone reached out to protect her, afraid that she would fall off the bed.

She could feel the strength of Lucian's grip and arm even in the dark, and it made her feel protected, but... She suddenly froze at the thought that Lucian was lying next to her on the same bed!

Her heart suddenly thumped faster and it brought her back to full wakefulness. She shivered at the thought that he was lying beside her and she was about to get up from the bed to get away as quickly as possible. But before she could move, powerful arms grabbed her and quickly pushed her down with the weight of a muscular body keeping her pinned. She suddenly felt imprisoned and helpless.

"If you keep moving, you will regret it." Lucian's voice was low and sinister, like the whisper of a specter in the darkest night.