"Since you don't appreciate my kindness, I won't force you." After staring at Amelia for a long time,
Lucian finally conceded. "But Amelia, you're my wife. Why can't I do these kinds of things for you?"
Lucian's eyes had darkened. When he turned to look at Amelia, there was a hint of sadness in it.
Not knowing what to say, Amelia lowered her head, too nervous to answer.
"Frank, put the car in the garage. Just leave it there since Amelia doesn't want it." Lucian directed his
order to Frank, his voice emotionless.
'What? He's just going to leave it at the garage?'
"Can't I return it?" she asked bashfully, frowning.
"Of course not!" Frank answered.
"Why not?" The car was not used or damaged. Why couldn't it be returned?
Lucian wanted to laugh as he watched Amelia but he held back his laughter and sighed instead,
saying, "Well, of course, the owner would take care of the car, right? But if the seller won't think that.
Even if you've just been using it for a day, it's already lost its value. Returning it will just cost us. We'll
just lose even more money."
"Lose more money?" That was what Amelia was worried about.
Since the car couldn't be returned and she wasn't going to drive, Lucian technically wasted his money
on buying the car. It was just going to be put to waste.
"Can we rent the car to a lease company? That way, we can make up for the loss," Amelia proudly
suggested, her bright eyes gleaming.
"No way, Mrs. Amelia!" With a look of bewilderment on his face, Frank said with a frown, "Although this
isn't as expensive as a villa would be, we still can't rent it out to a lease company. They're certainly not
going to take care of this car so it's not practical. The car's just going to lose its value."
Lucian didn't expect Frank to chime in like that. He winked at Frank in approval.
"Well..." Amelia pursed her lips, looking remorseful. It seemed that there was no way out. She turned to
look at Lucian and apologized, "I'm sorry that you wasted your money again."
"Mrs. Amelia, if you didn't want to waste Mr. Lucian's money, why don't you just accept this car? That
way, everyone will be happy," Frank quipped.
Well, he had a point. Lucian's lips pursed at the slightest of movements and he suddenly felt his heart
racing.
She didn't even want to waste money on food what more a car. One could only imagine the remorse
she felt over the money Lucian wasted on buying this car.
"Ouch, that hurts!" She felt as if her head was throbbing with all the thinking she was doing.
Was there really no other way but to accept the car? She didn't want to owe Lucian any more than she
already did.
"Amelia, I'm your husband. This is what I should be doing. If you can't accept that then I won't force but
I have to tell you... This hurts for me." After Lucian finished speaking, he turned around and went back
to the SJ Garden.
'Oh, my God! Is he mad?'
"Hey, Lucian!" She called out to him hurriedly, however he showed no signs of stopping and just
continued walking.
She pouted, frustrated. Her restless heart began to feel sad.
Standing by the side, Frank noticed how upset Amelia looked. He then said, "Mrs. Amelia, I seldom see
Mr. Lucian do something like this and he did this for you. Why can't you see that?"
"I... I know but..." But we're not an actual couple. They were just acting even though their marriage
certificate was real.
At the thought of this, Amelia thought back to Lucian's confession and the passionate kiss they shared
the night before.
"Mrs. Amelia, Mr. Lucian isn't normally like this. He doesn't do these types of things for women. I guess,
he's just upset." After years of working for Lucian, this was the first time that Frank saw Lucian do
something like this for a woman. So the pity in his voice couldn't be helped—he really did feel sorry for
his boss.
Amelia lowered her eyes and thought for a while. Then she raised her head and asked, "What should I
do now?" After all, she didn't want to make Lucian angry.
"It's not going to be easy but you have to accept the car and thank Mr. Lucian. Then everything will be
fine," Frank simply said upon noticing that Amelia finally understood what he meant.
Amelia sighed. She resignedly said, "I guess that's what I have to do."
Noticing her lack of enthusiasm, Frank continued, "Mrs. Amelia, don't look as if you're digging your own
grave. Countless women pine for Mr. Lucian and he only has eyes for you. You should be grateful."
Amelia didn't know what to say to this. While she knew that a lot of women liked Lucian, she knew that
he chose her for a reason and it wasn't out of love.
Anyone merely observing from the outside thought that Amelia, a humble girl, had hit the jackpot by
marrying Lucian, a handsome and wealthy man adored by thousands of women. She must have done
something right in her past life to deserve this. She made sure to keep to herself how embarrassed she
really was of their relationship.
"I'm going in now. Would you like to come with me?" At this moment, Amelia thought of Lucian who had
left without looking back. He must be quite angry with her.
"Mrs. Amelia, go on. I don't need to go with you. Go on!" Frank encouraged with a smile.
"Okay." Although she was still a bit hesitant, she wanted to face Lucian already.
When she returned to the living room, she saw Lily cleaning the house. She looked around and found
that Lucian was not there. So she asked, "Lily, where is he?"
Amelia didn't have to directly mention Lucian's name because Lily already knew who she was referring
to.
"Mr. Lucian's in his study. He asked you to finish your breakfast first." Lily dropped what she was doing
and headed to the kitchen to prepare Amelia's breakfast.
Amelia pursed her lips. 'Is he expecting me to apologize?' she thought inwardly.
"He... Has he eaten yet?" Amelia asked in concern after her breakfast was served on the table.
"Mr. Lucian looked upset when he came in. I was scared so I didn't ask," Lily replied doubtfully.
It seemed that he was really angry this time.
After a few quick bites, Amelia carried the rest of her breakfast upstairs. Standing in front of the study,
she hesitated for a moment before knocking at the door.
"Come in." His tone was cold.
Amelia's heart was racing. She tried to level her nervousness as she focused on the breakfast tray she
was holding.
Lucian was perusing through some documents and he seemed absorbed in it.
For some reason, Lucian's charm lit up the whole room—this was the type of thing that only a
handsome man like him could do.
"Well... Here's your breakfast..." She strode forward nervously and placed the plate on his desk. She
didn't want to disturb him so she spoke in a small voice. The desk, as she noticed, was quite messy
with documents scattered everywhere.
Lucian looked up. He glanced at the food on the desk then he looked at Amelia. He frowned. "Who let
you take breakfast into the study?"
Amelia was frightened by his angry tone. She hurriedly defended herself, "I'm sorry! I heard from Lily
that you hadn't eaten yet so I came here to bring you your breakfast."
She was here with the intention of apologizing but she'd already messed it up.
"Take it out." Lucian's voice was icy cold. It was difficult to tell what he was really feeling but
nonetheless, it made Amelia flustered.
"Okay." She picked up the breakfast obediently and apologized, "Sorry to interrupt your work."
There was a flash of grievance in her eyes and her heart was racing.
In the short while that she came here, she'd already apologized twice. As he watched her leave, he
knew he couldn't bear to see her like that so he said, "Just put it on the table. I'll come down and eat
there."
He said it just in time as Amelia reached the door of the study.
Her mood lightened up as she turned around and nodded, giving him a small smile.
When Lucian saw that she was smiling, a faint smile appeared on his lips. Then he went downstairs.
Lucian ate his breakfast at the table as Amelia sat across from him. It seemed like she wanted to say
something but she held her tongue back and instead decided to wait for him to finish eating. As she
waited, she fidgeted with her hands.
Lucian glanced at her from time to time. When he had finished eating, he wiped his mouth, and asked
in a deep voice, "Do you have something to say?"
She immediately raised her head and nodded. Seemingly embarrassed, she said, "I'm sorry for what I
did just now. I shouldn't have brought your breakfast into your study."
"Get to the point." Lucian then stood up, towering over Amelia. This made her nervous, her chest
tightened, and she had difficulty breathing. His strong aura was really overpowering.
The point was... The point was that she was going to accept the car and thank him.
After hesitating for a while, she realized she just couldn't say it.
Lucian looked grim which thoroughly scared Amelia. Trembling, she tried to say something but nothing
came out of her mouth.
"Amelia, if you don't have anything else to say, I'm going." Lucian picked up his coat and prepared to
leave.
"Yes!" Amelia stopped him in a hurry. She caught up with him and said nervously, "Thank you for the
car. I'll use the car and I won't just let it sit in the garage."
Despite feeling the opposite, she knew this was what she had to do.
She had no choice but to concede.
"That's it?" Lucian narrowed his eyes and gazed at her eyes.
"That's it." She nodded her head and looked nervously at Lucian's handsome face that never failed to
mesmerize her.
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