Chapter 108 I Won't Lay A Hand On A Woman

Amelia sat dumbfounded at Lucian's words. She had no words to retort against him.

"It's no secret that you are in love with me, so why do you insist on being indifferent?" The car came to a halt at the side of the road. Amelia's shock doubled as she felt it stop. From his seat, Lucian turned sideways, reaching out to touch Amelia's reddened cheek with his fingers.

There was a tingling sensation where his gentle touch landed on her skin. Amelia held her breath, her body stiffening as she willed her wild heartbeat to calm itself.

The next moment, cold lips covered her own. Amelia instinctively resisted from shock, but the car provided little space for her refusal. There was no room for her to escape. Lucian was holding her forcefully, and her senses drowned in the heat of his lips in the cramped space. Every caress tore at her defiance, and before she knew it, she had surrendered— swept away in the tidal currents of his touch.

The spell broke at the sound of a knock on the car window. Reluctantly, Lucian loosened his hold around Amelia. Her eyes were blown wide as she breathed in deep gulps of air. The persistent rapping had not stopped, and she whirled around to the source of the sound. Sophia was there, rapping at the window violently with her palm as she wore an angry expression on her face.

"Stay here. I'll go out to have a look," Lucian said, planting a soft kiss on Amelia's forehead.

He got out of the car before Amelia could say anything, closing the door behind him and walking towards Sophia.

Amelia watched him as he made his way towards her. She didn't

moment of unspoken words that were even more painful with the silence.

His name. She could only whisper it in the middle of the night, in the intimacy of memory or her dreams. Only in those few hours could she love him without guilt.

All too quickly, they had arrived at the place where Amelia worked. She was surprised that he knew where she worked, but once again, she decided not to ask.

He was Lucian. If he wanted to know something, he would.

He had told her this before.

Amelia stepped out of the car, away from the longing that enveloped it. "Thank you," she said politely, determined to once again face reality and establish their distance. He held her gaze, his eyes unreadable.

She had thought that he would drive away once she got down, but to her surprise, he followed her out of the car with a grin on his face. She stood in confusion as he walked to the door of the store. "Since you're so thankful for me driving you here, pay me back with a seat in your shop," he said.

Amelia's brows furrowed. Pointing at the door of the store, she lied, "I don't have the key."

Lucian raised his eyebrows and looked around. His eyes stopped at a restaurant behind Amelia and said in a relaxed tone, "It's almost lunch time now. We haven't eaten yet. How about we go out for lunch together?"

Looking at him, Amelia knew she would have no choice but to accept his invitation. Either that, or he would keep pestering her the entire day.

He was the lesser evil. "All right," she gave in and opened the door.

Lucian watched her enter the store, a victorious smile on his lips.