Chapter 93 An Escape From Disaster

"I'm fine," Amelia quietly responded as she withdrew her hands.

While her eyes were dry, her voice indicated that she was on the verge of tears. Notwithstanding what she was feeling, she decided to force a smile in order not to make Lucian feel guilty. "If that will make you feel better," she started, evidently avoiding Lucian's gaze, "I guess I have nothing else to say."

Lucian felt a painful pang in his chest. What Amelia said and what happened during the press conference were things that he never anticipated would happen.

He admitted that while he had been curious about the nature of Amelia and Jonny's relationship, he had never doubted her love for him.

'But now... what is happening? What is going wrong?' he asked inwardly, confused and frustrated.

"Amelia..." he finally said. His voice was quiet and his tone was grave. "Tell me the truth. What are we? Were you just... playing with my feelings?" An expression of hurt, exasperation, and disbelief contorted Lucian's beautiful face. No matter how much he tried to stay strong and composed, his emotions were overwhelming every bit of his spirit.

Upon hearing Lucian's question, Amelia's head shot up. Her eyes met his, and she immediately saw how cold his gaze was. However, behind his menacing glare, she noticed that his eyes were bloodshot, and that he had unkempt stubble on his chin. She also realized how thinner and more stressed out he looked as compared to the last time she saw him.

Because of that, Amelia couldn't help but tear up.

"Lucian! Don't talk to Amelia in such a rude tone!" Jonny warned, moving in front of Amelia as if to protect her.

With Jonny's sudden intervention, Lucian became fired up with rage. He turned his gaze to Jonny and asked, in a tone so cold one would shake, "Why are you so hell-bent on taking everything I have?"

Jonny straightened his stance in defiance of the visibly angry Lucian. "Just accept the reality, buddy," he said with a dismissive tone. He then wrapped his arm around Amelia and whisked her away from Lucian.

Claps from someone watching the even

ucian and Shelly were a sensitive topic for her, and so he approached it with much caution.

Unfortunately, Amelia could never be ready for such a question. Her hand began trembling and she blinked more times than usual because of uneasiness. With a helpless look on her face, she asked Jonny, "I'm sorry, but do you think it would be a good idea if I attend that?"

That moment, Jonny understood that her answer was no.

He didn't see any issues with it, but Amelia was not him. She still had feelings for Lucian.

"Well, listen to your heart," Jonny responded. He had no plans on forcing anything on her.

After a few minutes of silence, Amelia finally spoke, "Sure. Let's go."

She and Jonny had to maintain their relationship for a certain period of time, at the very least. Otherwise, if anything wrong happened between them, Lucian and Shelly would be suspicious. Despite all her efforts of controlling herself and her emotions, everything seemed to be going out of control no matter what.

"Amelia," Jonny started, concern on his face. "You know that you don't have to care for anyone's feelings except your own, right?" He knew that things had been hard for her, and he wanted to help her.

Amelia smiled. "I know that. This is me caring about what I feel. I want to wish them well."

Compared with what Jasper did to her, this time, she felt no regrets, no unwillingness or anger. Instead, she felt sorry for Lucian. After she said so many things that disappointed him, she knew he hated her.

Because only two families were invited to attend the Lucian and Shelly's banquet, Amelia dressed very casually. She wore a thin coat, a pair of jeans, and the white sneakers that she usually wore. Her hair was simply tied up in a tight bun on top of her head. Despite not dressing up, she looked beautiful and pure.

What was more was that despite not putting on any kind of make-up, she looked as good as those women who had their whole face done. Her skin was as delicate as a baby's, and her big eyes were as alive and expressive as the flowers blooming in the spring.