Chapter 339 The Best of Us (Part One)

Lucian was right; Mark did cry all night for his mother. Seeing how Mark clung to her and did not want to leave her arms, her unpleasant mood immediately dissipated.

"By the way, Lucian, taking care of Mark is much more manageable for me these days. I think I want to continue managing the flower shop." Amelia broached the matter carefully the next morning before Lucian went to work. She was unsure of what Lucian would think of her plan.

Lucian looked extremely handsome in his formal suit, so much so that Amelia felt frumpy in her pajamas. With a smile, Lucian bent over and kissed on her forehead, saying softly as he straightened up, "If you're that bored at home, you can come with me and continue to work as my personal assistant."

"Uh..." Amelia hesitated. She did not want to offend Lucian, but it was difficult to choose between meeting him at work every day or staying to manage the flower shop.

Sensing her hesitation, Lucian surmised that Amelia was not completely sold on working as his personal assistant. "Fine, if the flower shop is what you're interested in, then okay. Don't worry, I don't rely on you to support the family, anyway."

Lucian tapped Amelia's nose teasingly.

"Mr. Lucian, th

rk, you have lots of toys at home. That's all you need, okay?" Sasha interjected, "But I insist. Call it a gift. You wouldn't turn down a gift, would you?" Amelia frowned. It would be impolite for her to turn it down. Following behind Mark and Sasha, Amelia was afraid that he would ask for too many things that caught his fancy.

"You can just call me Sasha. Michael is friend of Lucian's, so you don't have to be so formal with me." Sasha thought that it was too cold for them to address each other so formally, so she made the suggestion for them to become more comfortable.

Seeing the tender smile on Sasha's face, Amelia could not help but marvel at her beauty as a mother.

"I'm so sorry that you have to spend money on Mark..."

"Don't be so polite! You know, Lucian has helped Michael a lot. I don't even know how many toys I have to buy if we're to calculate the actual cost of what Michael owes your husband."

Upon hearing these words, Amelia gave an awkward smile and tried her best to treat the other woman more comfortably.

"There is a coffee shop right across it—that's ours. Go to have a seat for a bit!" Sasha pointed to the cafe at the opposite side of the road and looked at Amelia for consent.