Chapter 117 I Am Your Wife

It was a quiet evening at SJ Garden. Shelly was wearing a beautiful, pink dress adorned with intricate lace. For the past half hour, she had been busy arranging a candlelight dinner for her and Lucian.

"Lily, get me the roses I had delivered from France!" she shouted, not looking up from the table.

Lily was standing close by.

There was something going in her mind as she stared coldly at Shelly.

Looking up, Shelly noticed that Lily had not moved an inch. "Hey! Are you deaf? Do I need to tell you twice? Bring me the roses that came in today!" Shelly shouted impatiently, glaringly angrily at Lily.

"Ah.. Y-yes, I'll be right back!" Lilt stammered, finally coming back to her senses. Sighing begrudgingly to herself, she went downstairs to get the roses.

Ever since Shelly moved in at SJ Garden, Lily was shouted at nearly every day. At some point, she already wanted to quit her job. However, Lucian had told her that he was working on getting Amelia back soon. That was enough reason for Lily to endure Shelly for the meantime and keep working at SJ Garden.

Lily was not a complainer. Even though Shelly constantly scolded her, she did not want to tell Lucian about it. After all, Lucian was already busy and preoccupied with work.

Since Shelly arrived, she had been sleeping in the guest room. With all her might, she tried to get closer to him -- calling him honey and generally being a loving wife. But no matter what she did, Lucian never smiled at her, nor did he respond to her with the same amount of endearment.

Although the villa had gotten much livelier, it was really far from pleasant. 'It's as if Shelly

She was frightened by Lucian's angry look and stepped back. When she leaned against the table, she looked at him in desperation. "Lucian, don't get mad. You're starting to scare me..."

Lucian stood up and took his gaze away from Shelly. "Don't ever try to fool me," he warned coldly.

"Okay," Shelly meekly replied. With that, Lucian started to head upstairs.

Suddenly, she remembered of the candlelight dinner she had prepared. Hope was rekindled on Shelly's heart. Pushing Lily aside, she quickly ran upstairs with Lucian.

When Lucian opened the door to the bedroom, he was shocked to see all the things Shelly had prepared. After a short while, a wave of anger suddenly rushed through him.

"Lucian, do you like it?" Shelly stepped forward and shook Lucian's arm like a spoiled child. She didn't notice the anger on Lucian's face at all.

"You have ten minutes to clean all of this up," Lucian said through his teeth.

"What..." Shelly stammered, her face falling. "I spent the whole day on it," she said as she bit her lip, "If you don't like it, it's really fine by me. But how can you just ask me to throw it all away so easily?"

In the past, she was naughty and self-willed and Lucian would tolerate her. But now, they were a couple and he should have been closer to her. However, he just looked down on her as if she was his enemy.

"Fine. If you want to keep it that much, move it all to the guest room," Lucian frowned.

The way he had been treating Shelly made her feel like a fool.

"I'm your wife!" she yelled at him, "Don't you feel a little bit of guilt whenever you asked me to go back to the guest room?"