Addicted To Love

Amelia was stunned for some time. When she finally snapped back to reality, she shook her head and glared at Lucian. "That was before. Not now, and definitely not in the future," she told him.

Nothing would change the fact that the An Group saved the Zhan Group. Because of this, it went without question that Lucian would marry Shelly. There was no way that Amelia could bear to mess up their relationship. If she did, how different would she be from a home wrecker?

Lucian looked deeply in Amelia's eyes as he pretended to keep calm. "Do you really want your child be born without a father?" he finally asked.

His question had definitely provoked the anger in Amelia's heart. The last thing she wanted was for the baby to be brought up.

Although she didn't deny that Lucian was the baby's father, she never thought about asking him for some support.

Taking a deep breath, Amelia tried to calm her nerves. "He's mine," she said through gritted teeth, "He has nothing to do with you."

There was so much strength in Amelia's voice that it was quite obvious she was not going to change her mind any time soon.

Meanwhile, Lucian understood the underlying meaning in Amelia's words -- she was making a cold remark that was based on their relationship.

"But the child is also mine! You can't just cut me off like that just because you say so," Lucian glowered coldly.

For a while, the two just stared each other down, pain and anger in their eyes.

Finally, Amelia spoke up. "If you really insist on being associated with this child," she said in a low voice, "You'll leave me no other choice but to get an abortion."

Maybe it was because of the amount of rage she felt or because it was wh

English words, the man beamed at her. "I'll have a glass of lemon black tea. Thank you," he said in fluent Chinese.

"Y-yes, sir! Please wait for a moment..." Amelia's eyes were wide open out of amazement. She did not expect that he would be able to speak Chinese so well.

It was highly probable that Amelia's English-speaking skills were even inferior to that of a junior high school student's. During her English classes back in the days, she was always absent-minded and often didn't know the answers to her exams.

Amelia was definitely caught off guard when her first customer today was a foreigner. But after she heard the man speak Chinese, she couldn't help but quietly breathe a sigh of relief.

As she made the man's order, she made sure that she was especially careful and precise. She followed the steps as diligently as she could. After a few minutes, she was able to make some lemon black tea without any trouble whatsoever.

She took it over to the man and was about to speak to him in English, but the words seemed to get stuck on her tongue. "Please enjoy," she said to him in Chinese, flushing deeply and quickly walking away.

The foreigner smiled at her, and took a sip of the drink that she had just made.

Amelia was back at the counter. She was hurriedly looking for a next song to play that the man might be familiar with. 'Maybe he'll have a better time here if he hears a song from where he's from,' she thought to herself.

When the music began, the man looked out the window and put his glass back down on the table. It was hard to tell what was on his mind, but judging from the look on his face, Amelia could only guess that he wasn't averse to the song she had played.