Addicted To Love

Amelia almost lost control of herself. She covered her mouth with her hands and looked at Lucian, eyes full of affection.

Oftentimes, she found it difficult to see right through him but there were also instances where she felt as if she understood him—clear as day.

She always felt that they were from two different worlds. He was out of her league—he was much higher and they didn't have anything in common.

"What are you doing?" Lucian asked in confusion.

"Nothing... Nothing!" Amelia answered, flustered.

"What did Darren say to you?" Lucian asked curiously.

"Nothing... Nothing." She looked like a stuttering fool.

Lucian decided to let it go and just focus on his driving.

After returning to the SJ Garden, Lucian took off his coat. Amelia walked up to him with a bottle of disinfectant in her hand. She shook the bottle, smiled, and said, "My handsome Lucian, would you give me the honor of disinfecting your wound for you?"

Lucian rejected her without thinking. He frowned in disgust as he cast a cold glance at Amelia.

Amelia already knew that Lucian would refuse her. So she then said angrily, "Forget it. It's not my hand anyway. It makes no difference to me if your hand hurts or not. If it's infected then let it be infected. I have no choice but to take the responsibility because I'm your wife!"

With that, she got up and turned with the intention of leaving.

Lucian wasn't entirely clueless. Smiling, he pulled her into his arms. Her f

up with excuses. Even if Lily had her doubts, she couldn't say anything.

After dinner, Lucian sat on the sofa with his laptop on his lap. He was typing vigorously.

She fetched him a glass of water, walked over, and asked cautiously, "You still have work?"

Whenever he worked, he looked so serious which made him look even more handsome.

He gave off a vibe that made Amelia want to get closer to him even more.

She couldn't quite make out how she felt. As she gazed at Lucian, she watched him carefully—his slender fingers tapped on the keyboard like beautiful notes that tugged at her heartstrings.

Lucian stopped what he was doing, looked up at her and asked, "What's up?"

"Well... I'm fine. Don't worry about me. " Amelia walked off and pretended to watch TV on the other end of the sofa.

'That's strange. Lucian always worked in his study. Why is he suddenly working here in the living room? He's been doing that for a few days now. Wouldn't he find the noise coming from the TV distracting?'

"What is it? Just blurt it out. I only sent out a few e-mails." With that, Lucian closed his laptop and turned to look at Amelia, waiting for her to speak.

She had no choice but to say it now that he had insisted.

"Well... Are you free tomorrow? If you are, can we go to the Mo mansion? If you're busy, it's fine, I can just call my father and explain," she said in one breath, looking timidly at Lucian.

She wasn't sure how Lucian was going to respond.