Addicted To Love

She rarely wore makeup, but for Lucian she was willing to try. It was his birthday and she wanted to amaze him.

She had learned about his birthday from Fannie just the other day.

Had Fannie not mentioned it, she would not have known.

They had been married for two years now, but Lucian never told her when his birthday was. But then again, she'd never bothered to ask himself. After finding out from Fannie, however, she wanted to celebrate the occasion.

"I don't know if Lucian would like that," Amelia wondered. She frowned, slowly feeling the pressure sink in.

"Men are the ones who typically arrange surprises for women, so Lucian will definitely love you for this!" Lily stood next to the bed and encouraged Amelia to check if the flowers and balloons needed to be set up.

Amelia had been the one to pick up the flowers in the shop.

A cunning smile slipped across her face as she turned and looked at Lily. "If Lucian wants, I'll let him pay for the flowers."

"And since when have you been a penny-pincher?" Lily couldn't help but make fun of her.

"My flower shop is still growing," Amelia replied seriously, yet with a small childish pout. "I have to start saving again after all this since I've been spending a lot for this birthday."

"Well, you're right, Mrs. Amelia." Lily nodded in agreement, upon hearing her serious tone. "Mr. Lucian will be happy with the turnout. It was money well spent."

As they talked and laughed between themselves, Lu

More and more journalists recognized her as she made her way, thus making a small path for her.

She had no idea what had happened. Had she known sooner, she would have probably passed out.

Jonny's face was swelling and expressionless.

"Why are you here?" As soon as Lucian said this, he held Amelia in his arms and looked at her with deep concern.

"I got a call from Courtney. She told me what happened. Jonny was in a fight, so I came here." Amelia looked at him with hesitation.

Lucian's brows furrowed together, but he managed to wipe away his worried expression. "Let me take you out of her first," he said.

"What about you?" She stared at him in horror, like an insecure little girl.

"Let's go together," he answered her.

This set her mind at ease.

"Mrs. Amelia, Mrs. Amelia!" numerous reporters called out as they tried to make their escape. "We're sure you've heard about the rumors online. What do you have to say?"

Neither she nor Lucian responded.

She had no plans of responding, that would only make the truth murkier.

"Mrs. Amelia, you and the president of the An Group were lovers," one persistent reporter started. "Would you mind answering--"

He was cut off by Lucian throwing his recorder away. He looked down at him angrily and said, "Do you think you can get away with talking to my woman like that?"

He didn't give the reporter a chance to respond, reached out for Amelia's hand, and together firmly started walking away.