The smile on Sasha's face never reached Amelia's eyes. But she knew that Sasha wouldn't give up easily.
"Amelia, what makes you so special? You can cook, wash and probably clean the house, but other than that you are basically good for nothing. While I, on the other hand, can help Lucian with the business," Sasha said, proudly pointing out her greatest advantage over Amelia.
"Well, Sasha, you are such an amazing woman. It must be so hard to find someone like you in the whole wild world. I will make sure to mention that to Lucian when I sleep with him on the same bed," Amelia replied in a deliberate cold tone of voice.
Sasha fully understood the sarcasm in Amelia's words. She meant that no matter what Sasha's virtues might be, it was her whom Lucian slept with on the same bed. Sasha was like a mere pet that Lucian wanted to keep around.
"We'll see about that!" Sasha replied angrily.
Amelia was immediately lost in thought as she watched Sasha turn her back on her in anger.
She never understood why Lucian suddenly admitted that Sasha's child was his, but she thought that he likely had a good reason.
And whatever that reason was, she knew that she simply couldn't mess up and ruin Lucian's plan.
After having lunch, Amelia received a message from Michael that invited her to have an afternoon tea with him. She was about to reply with a message to decline his invitation when she noticed that Sasha was preparing to leave and she suddenly became curious.
Almost at the same time, another message from Michael arrived. "I have an appointment with Sasha. Please make sure not to be discovered by her on your way here. Perhaps we can get the answer that you need from our conversation."
The message m
urned around but found nobody else there but her.
The disappointment in Sasha's face told Amelia that Sasha thought that it was Lucian who arrived and entered the house.
"Didn't you go shopping? Why are you back so early?" Amelia asked. She pretended to be calm, and tried to keep everything she knew locked inside her.
Sasha moved to her side, hopping up and down. She grabbed Amelia's arm and said in an excited voice, "I walked around but found nothing interesting. So I decided to come back home."
'Come back home?' Amelia repeated to herself. 'How could she consider this place as her home?' Amelia wondered.
"Ha-ha-ha! Unfortunately, that's true sometimes." Amelia pretended to agree with her.
Sasha sensed that there was something wrong with Amelia. She assumed that Amelia was mad at her because of Mark's wound. So she held Amelia's arm tighter. "Did you go out just now?" she asked in a tone that was similar to a kid asking her mother about something.
"Yes, I went to the flower shop," Amelia replied without looking back at Sasha. She continued walking and was about to go upstairs.
Sasha smiled at Amelia and then said, "Oh, silly me. I told you that I will go to the flower shop to buy some flowers, but I've never actually been there!"
"We can go together sometime if you want. I understand that Mr. Michael must send you flowers before when you were in a relationship. But now the situation is different," Amelia said sarcastically. She had a wicked smile on her face as she said these words on purpose. She wanted to see how she'd react when she heard the name Michael.
The words left Sasha dumbfounded. She stared agape at Amelia as she stood very still. She looked like she had lost her soul.