Addicted To Love

What did she just ask? Amelia had already started to regret it.

Just as she calmed down, Claire opened the bedroom door, wearing the clothes given by Lucian. Claire crossed her arms against her chest and stood at the door. A smug smile was dancing on her lips.

Amelia gazed at Claire with an expressionless face. She was already used to seeing that creepy smile these days.

"Amelia, you know, men hate being controlled by women like you. If you continue to force Lucian, he will end up leaving you one day." Claire's tone had a hint of mockery.

Amelia frowned at Claire and said in a cold voice, "How long do you wish to bother him?"

Claire smirked and twirled a strand of her hair in her fingers. "Until he starts loving me!"

Amelia's eyes burned in anger at that. She stared at Claire in hatred. Silence filled the room, but Amelia stood on her ground, unwilling to surrender in front of Claire.

"Amelia, you are afraid, aren't you?" Claire's lips curved up when she looked at Amelia's changing emotions.

Amelia curled her fist and said dryly, "Now that you're determined, I have no choice but to fight back."

Although Lucian had been very cold to her recently, Amelia didn't want to give up on him. She tried to be strong for herself and Mark.

Claire narrowed her eyes at Amelia. She didn't think Amelia would refute.

Jonny had told her that Amelia was a soft-hearted person. Claire had planned to drag Amelia to the dead-end so that she would give up on her own. B

her stern eyes glanced at his amused face. "I have a condition. You have to stay away from Claire!"

Her puffed-up cheeks and domineering voice seemed as if a little child was trying to scold her elders.

Lucian's amusement reached another level after seeing her expression. He let out a deep chuckle and pulled her closer. Amelia's soft lips quivered once again as his breath brushed her delicate skin. Lucian's hand reached her head, and he pressed his lips on hers.

Since the day was a weekend, Lucian and Amelia rolled in the sheets for a long time.

The sunlight filtered through the French window to flash on two happy lovers in bed.

Amelia gazed at Lucian's handsome face that was shining because of sunlight.

She supported her head with one hand and stared at Lucian in admiration. Amelia raised her free hand and gently stroked his eyelids. Happiness flooded her heart at the scene as she continued to touch his face.

By the time they were done playing around, it was already late. They went downstairs only to look at Claire's angry face. Claire was already picking up her empty plate from the table.

"Lucian, why did you get up so late?" She walked towards him and pouted unhappily.

Amelia ignored Claire and carried Mark to the dining room.

Lily watched Claire from the side, and she clutched her fist in anger. She didn't know that Lucian was just acting. Lily grabbed Claire's wrist and glared at the girl. "Claire, you're a guest here. I hope you can behave!"