Chapter 66 A Five-thousand-word Self-criticism

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."

Obvious

e 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?"