Since She Met Lucian

"The Zhan Group is involved in the construction industry. Today, I went to the basic level unit and worked there. I learned a lot from that experience. I realized I should support those grass-root employees first and foremost," Lucian said as he leaned against the sofa.

He looked especially handsome with his face being lit under the crystal lamp. Amelia gazed at his face, feeling a vague sense of comfort as the thick silence enveloped them.

"Are you hungry? I'm going to cook." Amelia was surprised when she heard herself say this.

Lucian, who had just closed his eyes, opened his eyes and asked in disbelief, "You can cook?"

"A bit. Of course, rich people like you don't really care for the home-cooked meals that I know how to make. That's OK. I cook for myself," Amelia hurriedly explained.

She was easy to be softhearted and couldn't bear seeing someone exhausted in front of her. It was her instinct to take care of others.

Lucian raised the corners of his mouth, not saying a word. He couldn't stop himself from smiling.

After Amelia familiarized herself with the kitchen, she finally grabbed all the ingredients she needed and started preparing.

Lucian was still in the living room. When he smelled the food Amelia was cooking, he felt as if his exhaustion had disappeared. He stared at the clock, lost in thought. He felt like he was in a time loop—like it was five years ago and he would stand by the kitchen door, hands in his arms, watching someone else flit across the kitchen, cooking.

Amelia could feel someone's eyes on her back. Turning her head, she was surprised to find Lucian standing there. She flashed him an awkward smile and said, "You can go back to the living room and watch TV first. Dinner will be ready soon."

Being stared at like that made her uneasy.

"What? You don't like me watching you cook? Do you get distracted by my handsomeness?" Lucian teased, letting out a chuckle.

Amelia frowned. While she certainly didn't like what he said, she kept her mouth shut. After all, she needed his help tomorrow.

After Amelia served all the hot, steaming food she had cooked, Lucian was taken aback. He had no idea that Amelia knew how to cook! Even so, he still said to her, "Well, I wonder if this is edible."

Amelia didn't know what to say, so she just proceeded eating.

In the end, Lucian was enticed and sat across Amelia.

He popped a piece of chicken in his mouth and started chewing hesitantly. Soon, the wrinkles in his eyebrows had ironed out. 'She's a good cook!' he thought inwardly.

"Lucian, if you don't like it, you can ask your assistant to order some takeout for you," Amelia snorted without looking up.

enjoying her food. He said bluntly, "Well, it's not so bad. But since you're my wife, I guess I'll just

What a ridiculous excuse!

she recalled that she had to ask him

was smiling,

Smiling knowingly, he commented, "I thought you didn't want to go back. Why did you change your

while she was washing the dishes. If the sink wasn't filled to the brim with water, she might have broken a plate

week, figure out what she was thinking? It was either Amelia was just that easy to read or he was just

ready, Amelia came out of the kitchen. Lucian was wearing a casual outfit and it looked like

Lucian looked charming and handsome even

as

for being one step ahead of her and planning this visit more thoroughly than

the sadness in her eyes. "If you can't hold

understand what he meant at first. But

he wasn't always as cold and indifferent

of rapid knocks on her door. She hurriedly put on

was Lucian telling her to get up. However, when she opened the door, she was surprised to find a group of girls. After giving her a polite

a step back in embarrassment

an order.

no choice but to

that Lucian could be so considerate. He had not only picked out a dress for her but had also hired people to do her make-up.

an hour later, her

and sharp grey suit. He looked absolutely handsome, his eyes slight narrowed and his nose slightly turned up. His lips were curled in a way that

Lucian, he would definitely attract

the make-up. I think you'll pass as my wife," Lucian

her head bashfully, which made Lucian's

car drove out of the SJ Garden. Amelia remained silent. The

He knew he

a little upset. She turned her head aside and

Lucian drove to

lived in a small duplex apartment. The gated front yard was littered with all kinds of plants and flowers—a hobby that

lot of people mingling by the door. A few bridesmaids were

in silence. She was startled when Lucian put