Since She Met Lucian novel Chapter 8

"The Zhan Group is involved in the construction industry. Today, I went to the basic level unit and worked there. I learned a lot from that experience. I realized I should support those grass-root employees first and foremost," Lucian said as he leaned against the sofa.

He looked especially handsome with his face being lit under the crystal lamp. Amelia gazed at his face, feeling a vague sense of comfort as the thick silence enveloped them.

"Are you hungry? I'm going to cook." Amelia was surprised when she heard herself say this.

Lucian, who had just closed his eyes, opened his eyes and asked in disbelief, "You can cook?"

"A bit. Of course, rich people like you don't really care for the home-cooked meals that I know how to make. That's OK. I cook for myself," Amelia hurriedly explained.

She was easy to be softhearted and couldn't bear seeing someone exhausted in front of her. It was her instinct to take care of others.

Lucian raised the corners of his mouth, not saying a word. He couldn't stop himself from smiling.

After Amelia familiarized herself with the kitchen, she finally grabbed all the ingredients she needed and started preparing.

Lucian was still in the living room. When he smelled the food Amelia was cooking, he felt as if his exhaustion had disappeared. He stared at the clock, lost in thought. He felt like he was in a time loop—like it was five years ago and he would stand by the kitchen door, hands in his arms, watching someone else flit across the kitchen, cooking.

Amelia could feel someone's eyes on her back. Turning her head, she was surprised to find Lucian standing there. She flashed him an awkward smile and said, "You can go back to the living room and watch TV first. Dinner will be ready soon."

Being stared at like that made her uneasy.

"What? You don't like me watching you cook? Do you get distracted by my handsomeness?" Lucian teased, letting out a chuckle.

Amelia frowned. While she certainly didn't like what he said, she kept her mouth shut. After all, she needed his help tomorrow.

After Amelia served all the hot, steaming food she had cooked, Lucian was taken aback. He had no idea that Amelia knew how to cook! Even so, he still said to her, "Well, I wonder if this is edible."

Amelia didn't know what to say, so she just proceeded eating.

In the end, Lucian was enticed and sat across Amelia.

He popped a piece of chicken in his mouth and started chewing hesitantly. Soon, the wrinkles in his eyebrows had ironed out. 'She's a good cook!' he thought inwardly.

"Lucian, if you don't like it, you can ask your assistant to order some takeout for you," Amelia snorted without looking up.

Lucian snorted as he looked at Amelia who seemed to be enjoying her food. He said bluntly, "Well, it's not so bad. But since you're my wife, I guess I'll just have to make do with it."

What a ridiculous excuse!

Amelia looked up and glared at Lucian. She wanted to pack up all the food she had cooked since he didn't like it anyway. But when she recalled that she had to ask him to come with her to the Mo mansion tomorrow, she restrained herself. She flashed him a grin and said, "I'm sorry, Lucian."

Even though she was smiling, her tone implied otherwise.

After dinner, Lucian seemed to read what was on Amelia's mind. Smiling knowingly, he commented, "I thought you didn't want to go back. Why did you change your mind?"

Amelia's hand was shaking while she was washing the dishes. If the sink wasn't filled to the brim with water, she might have broken a plate or two.

How could this man, who had known her for less than a week, figure out what she was thinking? It was either Amelia was just that easy to read or he was just smart.

When everything was ready, Amelia came out of the kitchen. Lucian was wearing a casual outfit and it looked like he had just gotten out of the shower. His thick chest was visible under the thin, cotton clothing.

"I just called and asked. The wedding will be held at ten o'clock in the morning. Your father told us to go earlier." Lucian looked charming and handsome even when he was just standing there, holding a cup of coffee. If only he didn't look so indifferent, he would be a ray of sunshine.

Amelia's eyes were gleaming as she nodded in response.

She was feeling annoyed at Lucian for being one step ahead of her and planning this visit more thoroughly than her. Still, there was a small part of her that was moved by this gesture.

He was quick to notice the sadness in her eyes. "If you can't hold it together, just think of the future. This is for the better."

Amelia didn't understand what he meant at first. But when she did, she smiled in relief.

It seemed that he wasn't always as cold and indifferent after all. He knew how to comfort people.

The following morning, Amelia was woken up by a string of rapid knocks on her door. She hurriedly put on her clothes so she could open the door.

She had assumed it was Lucian telling her to get up. However, when she opened the door, she was surprised to find a group of girls. After giving her a polite salute, they said, "Mrs. Amelia, Mr. Lucian asked us to help you dress up for today."

Dress up? Amelia took a step back in embarrassment and immediately refused.