Addicted To Love

Amelia's face turned red, gripping the clothes in her hand. She raised her head to see an empty space in front of her, and her shoulders relaxed. It seemed Lucian had finally decided to leave her alone. She changed her clothes without hesitation.

Even though Lucian was her husband, she wouldn't aspire to see him naked. She lowered her head in embarrassment, remembering his toned body.

Lucian was chewing a morsel of his food when he heard someone's footsteps. He raised his eyes to see Amelia walking downstairs and pushed her plate toward her seat. "Eat this, or else you'll feel dizzy."

Amelia frowned at that. "Is it going to be a long journey?" Lucian nodded. It was far from downtown.

"Nearly an hour." He paused for a moment before casting a serious glance at her. "It's better if you stay at home because of your car sickness."

Although he wanted to be with her, he wouldn't let her feel any distress. Amelia just smiled at him and continued to eat, silently answering that she wouldn't stay at home.

Lucian took the car keys and walked out of the front door with Amelia tailing behind him. She had to run to catch up to him.

Her breathing was heavy by the time they reached the car. "Can you stop for a moment? I'm exhausted."

Lucian rolled his eyes at her. "I never forced you to run after me." He opened the door, gesturing for her to enter.

Amelia's tired body fell on the passenger seat like a sack of wh

the shovels in the construction site. She had to use a lot of energy to pull it once, making her exhausted.

"Young lady, please take this and wipe your sweat," a lady said in a worried tone. Amelia could see a towel in the woman's hand. She thanked the woman and presented her with a gentle smile.

Just as Amelia was about to use the towel, she paused and gazed at it for a moment. A scene from her childhood flashed in her mind when her mother, Iris, had given her a towel for wiping the sweat.

"Young lady, you cook so well! Who taught you?" A voice snapped Amelia out of her thoughts, and she looked at the curious woman.

Others whispered similar words, making Amelia the center of attention.

Amelia stretched her lips to form an awkward smile. "It was my mother."

Her face went gloomy when she thought of her mother. A month before she passed away, Amelia was forced to cook and wash clothes. Back then, Amelia had hated such an arrangement. She hadn't thought of focusing on anything other than studying. Iris had done everything in her power to ignite enthusiasm in Amelia's heart.

She only realized the intention behind Iris's actions a month later. At that time, Iris left the world forever, making Amelia independent.

Several whispers came from some women when a handsome man entered the kitchen. It snapped Amelia out of her thoughts. She turned around to stare at the man. It was Lucian wearing a black suit.