Chapter 34 You Should Call Him Dad

"I'll come with you, Darren," Amelia calmly said, putting on a kind smile.

"Amelia?" Lucian said in surprise as he gripped her arm, shaking his head. It seemed that he didn't want her to go inside and talk to Nicholas.

Amelia knew what was on Lucian's mind so she smiled and held up the portrait in front of him. "No matter what, your parents are still elders. I don't need to be angry anymore because I got my mother's portrait back. It wouldn't be polite of me to suddenly leave especially that your father asked to talk to us," she explained.

Her face wasn't stained with tears anymore and she was beaming now. It was as if she hadn't cried at all.

"I don't want you to pretend. Let's just go home." Lucian couldn't help but notice the cracks in Amelia's smile. She wasn't as fine as she was making it out to be. He grabbed her hand in an attempt to leave already.

Amelia loosened her hand free and handed him the portrait, still smiling. "Hold this for me. I'll be back in a jiffy."

Flattered by the trust she had given him, Lucian's wrinkled eyebrows smoothened. Then he said gently, "I'll come with you."

In the time that they spent together, Lucian had gotten to know Amelia a little bit more despite their constant bickering. They were always fighting but she was still very respectful to Fannie. With that, Lucian decided to accompany her inside.

In the study, Nicholas sat at his desk, reading the paper. Upon seeing Lucian and Amelia come in, he put the paper down and asked gently, "Amelia?"

His voice was low as he spoke but there was a hin

verything seemed so strange and foreign which made her feel a bit nervous.

The waiter handed the menu to her. She took the menu, hands trembling, and glanced at it, quickly realizing that everything was so expensive.

"You order." She slid over the menu to Lucian.

It seemed that Lucian noticed the embarrassment on her face. He slightly curved his lips and took the menu. He then ordered a ton of dishes. It was obvious that he was a regular at this restaurant. Then he asked, "What kind of drinks do you like?"

While all the dishes that Lucian ordered were completely new to her, she tried her best to remember them all.

He kept asking her what food she wanted. He asked her what kind of soup, main course, side dish, dessert, and fruit she liked. And now he was asking what she wanted to drink. Could they really finish all the food they were ordering? It seems like they were ordering for an entire army!

She suddenly asked, "Aren't we going to order soup? Let's just order soup."

Lucian seemed briefly astonished before resuming to his nonchalant self. Smiling, he said nicely to the waiter, "That's all for now."

The rich sure did have a lot of rituals when eating dinner. They had a towel to wash their hands with and they also had a napkin to wipe their hands with.

Amelia pursed her lips as she listened to Lucian. At that moment, all Lucian could think was how adorable she looked.

"What's wrong?" Lucian noticed that Amelia was pouting, seemingly in dissatisfaction.

Amelia looked around, her eyes bright, and said casually, "Nothing..."