Addicted To Love

Amelia raised her head up to look at the cloudy sky. Thinking that this man was Lucian's old classmate, she had no reason to reject him and just let him inside her car.

Michael had Western features, but his mannerisms, accent and even body language were the same as any other Chinese person.

Sitting down in the passenger's seat beside her, he wanted to say something. But, he couldn't find the correct words that easily.

Thankfully, for everyone's safety on the road, she kept two eyes fixed in front of her. She wasn't interested in giving him too much attention.

"Do you know? I've known for a while that Sasha loves Lucian..." Cutting off his sentence, Amelia turned her head sharply to face him after slamming on the brakes.

Michael's mouth dropped open, he didn't expect her to respond like that. He raised his eyebrows slightly. With a toothy smile, he complimented her, "You know that you're a good driver?"

But he actually meant she was not a good driver.

But Amelia didn't really care, what was most important to know was why he had broken up with Sasha in the first place.

Predicting her next question, Michael quickly anticipated and answered it.

"Well, you know what? It wasn't that big of a deal for me from the get-go. But, Lucian is a good friend of mine. So, that would have thrown a wrench into our friendship." The toothy grin on his face was quickly replaced by a solemn exhale, he couldn't mask how he felt anymore.

"So... You ended up breaking up with her?" Amelia could now put the pieces together in her head. Sasha had told her that she had used her boyfriend to get close to Lucian.

But Amelia didn't feel any pity for him. Instead, she said cheerfully, "When the wrong door closes, the right one opens up. Don't feel too sorry for yourself."

If Sasha hadn't liked Michael in the fir

w usually gave people a sense of comfort. As she spotted them, they warmed her up.

Not Darren, but another maid she had met but couldn't remember her name, opened the door for her.

She stepped into the foyer, puddles of water formed under her feet. She looked up and witnessed a flurry of maids running around.

Amelia was confused as to why everybody was in such a rush. She asked the closest one to her, "What's the fuss about?"

The maid frowned. How could she hide the truth from Mrs. Amelia? So, she told her, "Mr. Nicholas's legs are in a lot of pain, it's a lot more serious than before!"

"Then send him to the hospital now!" Amelia took out her phone. She fumbled around as her hands were slippery. She wanted to call the emergency phone number.

"Mrs. Amelia, please don't call anyone! Mr. Nicholas has stated that he doesn't want to go to the hospital for his legs." The maid then said in a low whisper, "Mr. Nicholas's attending doctor is on his way right now. I'll go upstairs to help."

The elegant, orderly building had become chaotic in just an instant.

Gripping her phone tightly, Amelia thought of what she could do to help. She wanted to call Lucian but abandoned that idea almost immediately.

"Mr. Nicholas, Mrs. Amelia is here!" Darren had spotted Amelia show up at the bedroom door. He was so pleased that he decided to announce it like he was an MC of a big happy event.

All the people busy at the bedside looked up, and moved away making way for Amelia to enter.

Looking at the frail man in bed, his forehead was covered with sweat because of the excruciating pain, Amelia's heart sank. She felt horrible, even more than before.

She had never really seen Nicholas suffer before. But, her previous anger toward him seemed to dissipate substantially when she saw him on the bed like this.