Since She Met Lucian

Two-thousand-word self-criticism! Nervousness wrecked Amelia as she sat upright immediately and whispered in a shaky voice,
"Two-thousand-words? That's too much!" She reasoned, "Besides, it is all about the writer's sincerity which is being expressed in
a self-criticism text. It shouldn't matter on the word count."
After listening to Amelia's reasoning, Lucian got up and glanced at her. Then he spoke curtly, "No Amelia, two-thousand-words is
too little. If you're talking about writer's sincerity, then it can only be showed through a five-thousand-word self-criticism text."
Soon after saying so, Lucian got off the bed. His face was devoid of any expression.
Amelia eyed Lucian's perfectly sculpted figure. Even with his pajama, he looked absolutely gorgeous. Although the warmth of his
love made her feel at home every time he came closer, his daunting words hurt her heart deeply.
However she couldn't dare disregard his command. She had no nerve to displease him.
While overthinking the unwanted situation, a dreading thought crossed her mind. If she didn't accept the 5000 words now, there
was a high risk that it'd end up in a 10000 words and that would probably wreck her completely.
She followed after him and got off of the bed. Which was when she reminded of Courtney. Her eyes went wide in concernment.
She asked Lucian worriedly, "Lucian, where is Courtney?" Amelia felt absolutely irresponsible of her immature behavior. Instead
of worrying about the most important thing, she was here squabbling with Lucian.
Lucian fixed his annoyed stare on her. Amelia felt the warmth creeping up her cheeks. He must have been thinking of her
carelessness. Lucian retorted, "I'm glad that you aren't a mother yet. Else, you might have lost her due to your naivety."
Amelia's brows rose and mouth gaped at the remark. Though she tried to mask her stupidity with an awkward smile.
"She must have been up by now. She drank too much last night." Lucian cocked a brow squarely at Amelia, seizing her top to
bottom, then threw a warning gaze at her. "If someone is really fond of drinking, I can ask Darren to bring the best wine that has
been collected and reserved by our family."
Obviously these words were not for Courtney. These were addressed to her.
Even though she pretended to be aggrieved after being called a drinker by Lucian, her heart denied to accept his accuse.
However, she didn't want to dispute his words openly. Because she had seen in the past how he reacted while being angry. He
practically became a scary version of himself which Amelia absolutely didn't want to bring back.

"You don't have to go to the company today. Change your clothes, go downstairs and eat something," with a quick glance at her,
Lucian drawled in a flat tone.
"Uh ... okay!" She nodded obediently and obliged.
After changing in to a fresh pair of clothes, Amelia went downstairs and saw both Lucian and Lily. However, to her
disappointment, Courtney was nowhere in the sight. She asked out of unsuppressed curiosity, "Where is Courtney?"
"Mrs. Amelia, Miss Courtney has already had her lunch. She was still feeling tired so she said she would sleep a little longer."
Lily was the one to answer.
"Well, that's fine, I guess." Amelia understood Courtney's avoidance. She was in a bad mood, and it'd have been for the best if
she leave her alone for a while.
Her eyes wandered toward Lucian and found him concentrating on his food quietly. She was sitting opposite to him. She picked
the chopsticks intending to start eating.
"Lily, please serve Mrs. Amelia a bowl of chicken soup first." By saying so, Lucian got back to eating and never once looked at
Amelia.
Amelia knew how much Lucian cared about her. She blushed at the thought while drinking from her chicken soup bowl.
"Mrs. Amelia, you really scared Mr. Lucian last night." Lily took the empty bowl from Amelia as she beamed and informed her.
Amelia felt her heartbeat rising. She was sure her cheeks must have taken a shade of pink by now.
"Really?" Amelia lowered her eyes feeling ashamed suddenly.
"Of course. You know what happened? Last night..."
"Lily, if you're devoid of any task right now, please go and call Frank. Ask him to meet me at the SJ Garden after lunch." Lily was
immediately interrupted by Lucian before she could spill about last night's events.
Lily grinned at Amelia, her eyes glinting mischievously. She then went to the living room to call Frank.
Amelia's heart was beating rapidly. What had happened last night which she had completely forgotten? She kept stealing shy
glances at Lucian throughout eating. However, to the contrary, did not observed a single expression on his face. His face
displayed only expression which she sometimes considered only suited his personality. It was cold, yet full of prowess.

After the lunch was over, Frank came to meet Lucian. They discussed few official issues in a low voice before Lucian decided to
leave to take care few of his obligations. However, before leaving he instructed Amelia in a stern voice, "I am going out to work.
But after coming back I want your self-criticism right on my hand. So, do not go downstairs without prior finishing your self-
criticism."
Amelia recognized his cold tone. It was so familiar to Vernon, who used to scold her when she did her homework wrong. Lucian's
stern voice sent chills down her spine.
Amelia pouted like a child at him and watched Lucian leave until she was left alone and with a dreading task to finish a five-
hundred-word self-criticism.
"Mrs. Amelia, finally I have a chance to talk to you. Do you remember anything about last night? Last night Mr. Lucian was so
nice and caring to you!" As soon as Lucian left, Lily straight away came to her and blurted everything about last night with
excitement. It was evident that she certainly couldn't wait any longer.
"Lily, before you tell me everything else, first answer this one question of mine. Were you the one who changed my clothes last
night?" Since she left the restaurant last night, she had forgotten everything. It was just today, while she was changing her
clothes, she noticed they were different than those from last night.
"Of course, I'll tell you Mrs. Amelia!" Lily giggled as she told Amelia everything in detail about what had happened last night. She
realized, it was Lucian who carried her into the room.
"You mean to say... Lucian... changed my clothes?" Amelia sensed the warmth on her face. Her eyes went wide at the
unexpected information. The palpitating tremors in her heart returned with full intensity when she envisioned what might have
happened last night.
The vision of Lucian taking her clothes off of her and helping her get into new ones, flashed before her eyes.
Her face flushed at the thought. She realized the truth that she no more had any privacy regarding her body in front of Lucian.
When they first met, he obviously had taken photos of her. But this... The color of her face took a shade of crimson.
Amelia couldn't imagine any further. She felt as if she was in a state of frenzy.
"Mrs. Amelia, why are you so silent? This shows how extremely important you are to Mr. Lucian. He truly loves you so much." In
Lily's eyes, Lucian was a handsome perfect man. He was successful and she really considered him as a thoughtful husband who
loved his wife dearly.

Lily saw nothing wrong in the last night's events. She thought it was normal for couples. But she had no idea that Lucian and
Amelia were barely falling in love with each other. They were still far from an all lovey-dovey couple.
"Okay, I'm fine." Amelia could not do anything except compromising with her fate.
"Mrs. Amelia, would you like some ginger soup now? Oh, did the ginger soup help you last night? Mr. Lucian had asked me to
cook it for you. He has been looking after you the whole night," Lily chirped in.
It was true that last night Amelia was in a daze, but when she was held by a pair of strong arms, her own body betrayed her. The
adrenaline rush had made her feel warm and cold at the same time while enclosing in those arms. She remembered being fed a
drink by someone. It must have been the ginger soup which was mentioned by Lily.
No wonder Lucian said he slept at 5 am.
For some reason, she felt guiltier. She had been in a bad mood because the self-criticism of 5000 words, but now she figured
she really deserved to write it. Only because of her stupidity.
Even after promising to Lucian she would not drink and eat spicy food, she did not keep her promise in both aspects.
After drinking the ginger soup, Amelia was climbing the stairs to go to her room and write the self-criticism, but could not. She
ran into Courtney who was going downstairs at the same time.
"Courtney, you woke up? Are you feeling hungry? I can cook something for you." Amelia reached for Courtney and held her
hands in an assuring way.
Courtney was still in her pajamas. She didn't even combed her disheveled hair. Not even she washed her face or rinsed her
mouth.
She raised her eyelids and watched her indifferently. She looked dispirited. When she finally spoke, it was evident from her voice
that how extremely upset she was. "Amelia, the more you care about me, the more I remember that I'm crossed in love."
Her words made Amelia's heart ache.
"Go, wash your face and brush your teeth. I'll get you some clothes and then we can have a stroll in the garden." Although
Amelia already knew about the backyard in the beautiful SJ Garden, she never visited there more than once. There was a huge
swimming pool and few pavilions which were suitable for having a rest and for calming down. She knew Courtney would feel
good there.

After getting changed, Courtney and Amelia visited the backyard. After spending some beautiful moments in the yard Courtney
said, "Amelia, you must say something to Jasper when you see him next time."
"Say what?" Amelia blurted at once. But then came to realize what she asked. She then said, "It's all in the past. Whatever
happened we cannot change it. I don't take it to heart. Besides, I'm not angry at him anymore."
"Yes, thank him for not marrying you and now you're living such a rich and sweet life." Courtney although pretended being
alright, but her eyes gave away her sadness. It made Amelia's heart ache.
Amelia noticed how Courtney avoided bringing up Kent and how she was hurting silently in her heart.
Amelia didn't know how to comfort her. She reached for her and grabbed her hand softly. Then she said in a comforting tone, "No
matter what happens, always remember I'll always be there for you."
Courtney also reciprocated with exact same words. It was surprising, considering she recently had been crossed in love.
Courtney had always been her best friend who willingly accompanied her in drinking without a second thought. Now that
Courtney herself was feeling the downfall in her love life, Amelia felt sad for her.
"Don't worry. Although I'm a girl, I can man up and deal with this situation. It's not a big deal. And it definitely won't stop me from
eating and drinking." Courtney emphasized on her last words, pretending she was absolutely alright.
Amelia knew that Courtney said these words only to make her feel better. However, she kept quiet and nodded in understanding.
Courtney dialed her driver's number asking him to pick her up from the SJ Garden.
Because of Kent's influence, Courtney had almost cut off the relationship with her father. Now if she went back to her family, they
would be so happy. After all, Courtney was the only child and letting her go away was definitely hard for her family.
However, due to Courtney's self-esteem, she immediately felt embarrassed after the call. But when the driver arrived to pick her
up, she shifted her gaze down, without meeting Amelia's eyes as she climbed in to the car. The driver ignited the engine and
drove away without a second word. Amelia watched the car until distance obscured. She only hoped Courtney would feel better
eventually.
After sending Courtney away, Amelia went upstairs to her room to finish her self-criticism.

An hour went by in a blink but she couldn't proceed more than 1000 words. Moreover, all she could see was useless sentences
and mistakes on her notebook that she had written for the past one hour. She bit on her tongue. How would she manage writing
another four thousand words? Right now she had no idea.
It wasn't easy on the first place to convince herself to write the self-criticism text, but it was even more difficult to write so many
words.
The entire evening slipped away in writing and eventually the dinner time was almost there. When she heard the doorbell, the
tremors in her palpitating heart returned with full force. Lucian! Amelia bolted up immediately, with the pen still in her hand. A
dreadful expression crossed her face.
'I could only show my good attitude, otherwise my unfinished self-criticism would definitely screw me up!' she thought to herself.
She only hoped that Lucian would be generous toward her.
"Where is the self-criticism?" When Lucian entered the bedroom, his very first question was about the self-criticism.
Amelia quietly extended the self-criticism to Lucian while apologizing with hesitation, "I'm sorry... I... I couldn't write enough
words..."
It was true that she found that writing it was more difficult than writing her graduation thesis. Now she was really scared of
Lucian's next action. If he got enraged now, she would be terribly punished.
In the past two months, from what she had seen and understood about him, she could tell what kind of person he was. She
better not expect anything generous from him. All she did was waiting for him to say something.
Her handwriting was although neat but few of the words were covered in ink drops. However, it was evident how carefully she
had written them.
Lucian although looked cold and expressionless, he accepted the self-criticism. After a short moment he threw his unrelenting
stare at her and enunciated, "You haven't even achieved half of the required words. What were you thinking while showing it to
me?"
It was hard to tell whether he was angry or not from his tone, but his cold stare made her heart beat fast. His husky voice alone
was enough to frighten her.

Amelia nervously fidgeted with her fingers. And after a silent moment, she cast her eyes down and asked almost in a whisper,
"Do you want me to cook for a month as a punishment?"
Lucian's unwavering gaze cruised Amelia's figure from top to bottom as he drawled, "Isn't it normal for a wife to cook for her
husband? How is that a punishment?"