Chapter 44 He Was Worried About Her

Looking at her angry face, Lucian couldn't help let out a chuckle, his eyes full of tenderness. "Don't
worry, Amelia. I won't force you. I'm just going to have to wait."

He then sat down on the sofa, looking as elegant as ever.

"Since you aren't sleepy yet, I'm going to bed." Amelia was just about to move her things that Lucian
had brought into the room when he stopped her.

"That wasn't a very nice thing to say, was it?" 'Why is she so stubborn?' he thought to himself glumly.
Still, in his most patient voice, he offered, "You sleep on the bed and I'll sleep on the sofa, okay?"

"What?" Amelia widened her eyes in disbelief.

It was already weird enough that they were sleeping in the same room so if he slept on the sofa, it
would just make things weirder than it already was. She'd never agree to that arrangement.

"Don't forget that we're married. If we continue sleeping in separate rooms, sooner or later, Lily's going
to get suspicious. Do you want my mother to come over?" This rendered Amelia speechless.

Was he going to hold that over her head forever?

"Lucian, stop threatening me with these things. I'm not scared!" Amelia spat.

Eyes dimming, Lucian pretended he was angry too. Grabbing the pillow on the bed, he said coldly,
"Okay. I'm more concerned about you moving out of the SJ Garden than having to sleep in separate
rooms."

While his concern for her was genuine, he didn't want to threaten her or force her into any decisions
right now even though he'd already done it before with the photos.



Shocked, Amelia merely watched him as she could tell that he was upset.

She wondered to herself if she'd gone too far this time.

"Lucian, wait!" Amelia hastily stopped him.

With a gloating smile, Lucian merely stopped but he didn't turn around. It seemed as if he had already
expected that Amelia would stop him.

"What is it?" He pulled a long face, sullen but not cold.

"It's cold. Take the quilt with you." Amelia only said this as a way to ease the tension between them.

Lucian was obviously disappointed—he thought Amelia would ask him to stay. The excitement in his
heart quickly died down.

"It's my heart that's cold. No matter how many quilts I take with me, that won't work," Lucian said lightly,
placing a hand over his chest. By this time, Amelia's face was already flushing a deep pink hue.

With that, Lucian left, closing the door behind him.

Amelia was left in a daze. For some reason, she felt empty in her heart.

She leaned against the door and stared blankly into nothing for a while. Then she lay on the bed. Her
heart was beating rapidly as Lucian's words kept replaying in her head.

The next morning, Amelia got up, washed herself, and went downstairs for breakfast.

She didn't really have a good night's sleep that night. She kept on tossing and turning, unable to fall
asleep.



The dark circles under her eyes were obvious. She wasn't really the type to put on make-up so she
looked quite tired.

When she came downstairs, Lucian was already having breakfast at the table. He said plainly, "You
have ten minutes."

In response, Amelia glanced at her phone. There was still an hour left before work and it only took
them about half an hour to go to the office which meant that she still had half an hour left.

Displeased, she rolled her eyes at him when he turned away. Then she grabbed her breakfast on the
table and headed to the door.

Despite being angry, she had to suck it up or else she wouldn't get a ride going to work.

Lucian grinned wickedly as he watched Amelia hurry towards the door.

Seeing him sitting in the car leisurely, Amelia was pissed off. She pouted before she began eating her
breakfast.

However, upon taking the first bite, it seemed as if she suddenly remembered something. She quickly
spat it out and then covered her mouth and nose as she dangled her head over the car window.

Confused and concerned, Lucian asked, "What's going on?"

"Just drive." Amelia wasn't really in the mood to talk to him. She just didn't want to vomit as she was
prone to car sickness. Dangling her head over the car window was her way of preventing this as the
morning breeze always calmed her down.

"You threw me out of the room last night and that embarrassed me. I just thought I'd get back at you
this morning," Lucian said, raising his eyebrows. He'd assumed that Amelia was just mad at him.



'How childish!' Amelia thought to herself as she didn't want to retort anymore.

Still, there was a part of her that thought Lucian was adorable. She preferred Lucian like this rather
than his usual indifferent self.

Amelia had always had issues with car sickness ever since she was a child. Due to her issues with car
sickness, Iris would ride a bicycle every day to accompany her going to school. On the weekends, they
would do the same thing.

As she thought of this, her eyes started welling up, sadness filling her heart.

Amelia had been feeling dizzy for a while. She'd been feeling upset recently and the sharp pain that
shot up in her stomach didn't help.

She'd already gotten used to this feeling. Normally, she'd pinch her palm as a way to deal with the pain
but this time, it didn't seem to be working. Beads of sweat had started forming on her forehead.

Lucian glanced at her when she didn't say anything.

"Amelia, what's happening?" He immediately slammed his foot on the brakes as he could tell that
something was wrong with her. Laying a hand on her forehead, he felt as if his heart would jump out of
his chest when he noticed how much she was sweating. "Just hold on for a while. I'm taking you to the
hospital," he said urgently.

"No! I'll be fine in a while!" Amelia protested.

She just felt dizzy. She just needed to get off the car and she would feel better already.

However, Lucian drove as quickly as he could. Soon, they arrived at the hospital.

Amelia didn't expect any of this to happen. She only ever saw these kinds of things happening on TV.



Lucian had taken her into his arms as he rushed inside the hospital.

Lucian wasn't embarrassed at all. If anything, he'd even attracted the attention of a group of female
nurses as he was so handsome.

Even though everything felt painful, Amelia merely stared up into Lucian's face. She had a good view of
his perfect jaw line.

During the short time they had spent together, Amelia had already experienced Lucian being absolutely
sweet to her and absolutely cold to her. At the thought of this, she felt excited.

"Doctor, please help her!" Lucian cried anxiously, beads of sweat rolling down his face.

Amelia couldn't help but feel moved.

It truly was such an amazing feeling to be taken care of. Since her mother passed away, no one had
ever shown so much concern for her.

"She has acute gastroenteritis. It's probably caused by bad eating habits," the doctor explained after
doing his examination.

After making sure that Amelia had already taken her medicine, he asked coldly, "How long has it
been?"

"Huh?" Amelia responded in confusion. She didn't know what Lucian was talking about.

"I want to know how long you've had stomach inflammation," Lucian added in a cold voice.

She couldn't understand what he was so angry about. She pouted her lips and said indifferently, "It's
been years. My mother was still alive when I got it."



When she mentioned Iris, a sharp pain shot through her heart.

A mother's love for her daughter is incomparable. It's like a treasure and nothing can ever replace it.
After Iris's death, even though she suffered from stomach inflammation, no one really cared about her.
Her way of coping with this was to pinch her palm whenever she experienced it. It always worked as
she would just wait for the pain to go away and she would be fine again.

When Lucian heard this, he felt his heart tremble.

He didn't say anything anymore. Instead, he just focused on driving. The air was thick with silence. He
had pressed his lips together so tightly and he had his usual indifferent expression pasted on his face.

Amelia then realized that they were already late for work. Feeling guilty, she built up the courage to
apologize, "Sorry for making you late for work."

As the CEO of the Zhan Group, Lucian was always punctual. He rarely arrived late and he rarely left
early too.

'He's right. I have such a handsome boss and he sets such a good example for his employees. I should
work hard.'

Without saying anything, Lucian pulled over the car and said, "You don't have to work today. I'll take
you to eat something then I'll drive you home so you can rest."

"No, I'm fine now." Amelia thought Lucian was exaggerating this.

Lucian knitted his eyebrows together, ignoring Amelia. He took her to a famous porridge place in the
city and ordered a bowl of porridge for her.

She was starving. She spat out her breakfast earlier because she didn't want to get car sick.



"Are you sure? We're going home already?" Amelia asked anxiously.

"Just stay at home and wait for me," Lucian said simply as he glanced at Amelia.

With that, Lucian immediately returned to his usual cold self. Amelia wanted to say more but was
intimidated by how solemn he looked.

Even when Lucian was angry and upset, he still looked handsome.

She stared at Lucian obsessively which didn't go unnoticed by Lucian.

Amelia was delighted.

"Mr. Lucian, Mrs. Amelia, why are you back so soon?" Lily asked in surprise as she hurried over to
Amelia to help her.


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