Chapter 433: Marry Miley

Chapter 433: Marry Miley"Why are you always in a hurry to use the door?" Amy asked before he could open the door and he turned around to look at her.         

"Then should I use the window instead?" He asked sarcastically and scowled when Amy giggled.    

If there was one thing he had learned about her this evening, it was the fact that she was easily amused and she laughed a lot.    

"I'm sorry. I really wouldn't have done that if I had known you were the one..."    

"I have strong reasons to doubt that. I'm pretty sure you were transferring your aggression and luckily for you, you got just the right person. I can't imagine how happy you must be," Lucas cut in, and Amy frowned as she looked at him.     

"I'm not usually that aggressive," she explained, but Lucas raised a brow.     

"You sure could have fooled me," Lucas said dryly, and Amy tried not to laugh.     

"I'm serious."    

"It doesn't matter. I was a jerk, you were a hellcat. It's been a rough day. Let's just call it a night," Lucas said, and Amy sighed.     

It truly had been a long day for her, and she was sure he didn't even know the half of it.     

"You should at least let me treat you. You are bleeding," she said, and Lucas raised a hand to the right side of his temple to touch where he was feeling the most pain. He wasn't sure if it was her handbag or heels that had cut him.     

"I am a medical doctor. I'm capable of taking care of myself," he said matter-of-factly.    

"I guess it is true that doctors make the worst patients. You can't always take care of yourself. Even the best doctors get treated by other doctors," she said as rose from the table and approached him.     

"Besides, I might lose my job if Director Perry sees these marks on your face and finds out I was responsible for them," Amy said as she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the couch.    

"Just give me five minutes. I will clean your wound and you can leave," Amy promised as she opened the box and took out the items which she needed to treat his wound.    

Lucas looked in every other direction but hers as he let her treat his wound. He couldn't help wondering what he was doing here right now in her apartment.    

Amy on the other hand tried to be as careful as she could while treating his wound. She tried not to go too closely to him and keep some space between their faces. She had to admit that she didn't think it through before offering to treat his wound.     

Being alone with a man in her apartment this way wasn't ideal. Not that she thought that anything could happen between them, but she should have let him leave and treat his wounds himself. She couldn't even breathe comfortably because she was so close to him and damn Miley for that nonsense she had said about seducing him, because now it was coming back to her.     

"Why do you call her Director Perry? I thought you were close?" Lucas asked when the silence between them suddenly became awkward and uncomfortable.     

Amy said nothing for some time as she contemplated his question, "I feel more comfortable referring to her in that manner. Maybe in the future that might change," Amy said after some time, and Lucas nodded.     

The room became silent once again, and Lucas cleared his throat, "Why did you believe her? Lucy, I mean. Why did you choose to believe that she was innocent?" Lucas asked, and Amy shrugged as she focused her attention on applying Neosporin ointment to his wound.     

"It seemed like everyone else at the office believed that she was guilty without hearing her story. I know how frustrating and depressing that can be so I wanted to give her the benefit of doubt," Amy said as she looked away from his face to pick a bandage.     

"I'm done," she announced once she had covered his wound, and stood up.    

"Thanks. For treating me and for helping my sister too," Lucas said as he also stood up, not seeing any reason to tell her that wasn't the only wound he had sustained.     

Amy gave him a nod, "Once again, I'm very sorry. For reacting that way at the restaurant, and for this. I'm really not that kind of person," Amy apologized and Lucas gave her a nod.     

"I deserved that at the restaurant. So it's alright. I will be on my way now," Lucas said as he headed for the door, and just when his hand touched the knob, it occured to Amy that she had left before they could make their proposition to Lucas.        

"Did Miley tell you why we came to Ludus?" Amy asked quickly, and Lucas turned to her.    

"No."    

"Are you going to meet with her tomorrow?" Amy asked, wondering if Miley had postponed telling him to the next day.     

"No. I have no plans of meeting with her after today," Lucas said, and Amy bit her lower lip as she considered whether or not she should have the conversation with Lucas on behalf of Miley.     

At least that way she would know where they stood and whether or not she should start working on finding Miley someone else.     

"Do you mind sparing me some minutes of your time?" Amy asked as she moved from one foot to the other anxiously.    

Seeing how uncomfortable she suddenly looked, Lucas hesitantly gave her a nod while wondering what was wrong with him.     

"Have your seat while I clear this," Amy said as she covered the first aid box and took it back inside.    

"Do you care for wine or coffee?" She asked as she returned to join him.     

"Neither. Let's just talk," Lucas suggested, and Amy gave him a nod as she sat on the sofa adjacent to him.    

She cleared her throat, not knowing how to start. It was crazy that she was about to ask the same man, who had said their plan was crazy, to marry Miley and be their sperm donor.    

"I know you think we are crazy for wanting to find Miley a husband and..."     

Lucas cut in before she could finish, "I have moved past that. It wasn't in my place to question your decision. I'm sorry for everything I said. I no longer care about the subject. You are both free to do as you see fit," Lucas assured her politely.    

She was probably crazy for thinking about this, but this was one of those things people do for love and friendship, Amy thought as she took a deep breath.     

"Marry Miley. Please."