Chapter 71 Misplaced Jealousy

This was not the way Amelia wanted things to turn out. The seeds of guilt were quickly taking root inside her, creeping up her insides with thorny vines. She reached out to Lucian hesitantly and held on to his arm. "Was that really your mother's idea?" she asked in a small voice.

'Fannie doesn't like me? Why was she urging them to have a child?' she was wondering.

Lucian took notice of the trembling hand in his arm. "Amelia, I was just kidding," he said carefully, wanting the shadows in her eyes to disappear.

"Right. Of course. Whatever you say," Amelia answered. Lucian's expression had turned more grave as the seconds passed, and Amelia's apprehension grew with her uncertainty.

Sumptuous dishes appeared on the table one after another. Dinner went on with neither of them breaching the topic once more. Amelia focused on the food, but it even that felt lukewarm in her mouth.

Lucian was a regular in this restaurant, and so he was well-known among the waiters. On top of that, the Zhan Group owned shares in the business.

It was a quiet place, and Amelia was almost able to put off her worries with the warm and relaxing ambiance until a woman's voice broke through the momentarily found peace.

"Lucian, why did you take her with you?"

Amelia looked up from her plate and met her eyes.

The woman was vaguely familiar. Amelia had a faint sense that she had met this woman before, but where and when, she couldn't place. The stranger exuded the air of someone well-known— dressed in luxury brand clothes, with a tall figure and an undeniably beautiful face highlighted by her perfect make-up.

She moved closer to Lucian without hesitation, as if it was something she had done thousands of times before and threw a sharp glance at Amelia. "I don't think it was a good idea to bring her. At the v

wer. After changing into clean clothes, she stood in front of the mirror and inspected herself for a long time. Suddenly, a voice echoed inside her, magnifying her doubt, 'Are you a woman, Amelia? No makeup, plain clothes, no...'

"Ah! I don’t care," she muttered to herself, drying her hair harshly with a towel. Who cares? Was she really worried about Lucian not liking it? Did she want to please him that badly?

Lucian found her in that state, staring at herself in the mirror. Quietly, he walked over and stood behind her. "Someone's narcissistic," he laughed behind her.

His reflection from behind her caught Amelia by surprise. She whirled around and gave him a stern look, not saying a word, and looked back at the mirror.

"You must have been tired today," Lucian hugged her from behind and whispered in her ear in a gentle voice.

"Yes, but I'm really happy too," she answered, forgetting all her anger at the sound of his voice. Today had been good. She felt like she did something meaningful.

"You did great, Amelia," Lucian praised. Then, he let go of her and said wearily, "I have to take a shower. You should sleep."

Amelia watched Lucian disappear into the bedroom and went back to stare at the dressing mirror.

The two of them really got along well. It was as if they had been married for a long time.

They had already moved forward as well, having slept together in the same bed. It was difficult that first night, but now that they had cleared that hurdle, Amelia felt even more comfortable with him. She didn't mind sleeping beside him at night. In fact, part of her was looking forward to it. She got into bed and held the mobile phone at hand, pretending to play with it.

After Lucian walked out of the bathroom, Amelia kept her eyes glued on the screen, willing herself to calm down.