Lucian lifted the quilt, thinking Amelia had fallen asleep and saw a fluorescent light reflecting from a
screen. He frowned and took her phone away without hesitation. "Gazing at the screen just before you
sleep isn't good for your eyesight."
Amelia stared at her empty hands in a daze and glared at her husband.
"Lucian, how can you be so bossy?" Amelia had been reading the gossip about someone she knew.
She had just calmed her heart when she stumbled upon a rumor about Lucian. Her mind was sold right
there.
"Yes, I indeed am a bully if it means taking care of you." Lucian pulled her closer, putting her head on
his shoulders.
Amelia struggled to move back but gave up. Lucian was way too strong for her.
She turned her head, sneaking a glance at Lucian. Light turned his already attractive face into
something more perfect. Even though he was cold, his face attracted a lot of attention.
A smile formed on her lips, and she snuggled back in his arms, feeling secure.
Amelia sniffed his fresh mint-like fragrance and closed her eyes.
Lucian looked at her sleeping face, smiling gently. Her skin was fair and soft as a newborn child.
Amelia's reddish lips lifted in her sleep as she moved closer to him. Seeing this, Lucian's thin lips could
not help but draw a happy arc.
"Sleep tight, my sweetheart." He pulled her closer. His lips kept on smacking her tender neck. He only
stopped after hearing a soft whimper from Amelia.
Amelia woke up to find her bed empty. She got up and walked over to the bathroom to see Lucian
standing in front of the mirror.
She saw his wide smile before he squeezed the toothpaste for her, embracing her from behind. He
even helped her in picking up her work clothes.
By the time Amelia got ready and came back in the bedroom, Lucian was nowhere to be found. She
stood in front of the mirror, eyeing her face intently. How would she look in the make-up?
She didn't care about what Jessie had said, but it was an assistant's job to look perfect beside the
CEO. Amelia pursed her lips before taking the make-up kit in her hands.
After fifteen minutes, she gazed at her hard work in the mirror, only to be distressed. How could she do
that to herself? Her liner was smeared on the bridge of her nose, and the foundation seemed uneven
on her face.
Her horrified eyes stared at her panda like reflection.
"Am I really a woman?" she whispered to herself, curling her upper lip in disgust.
Lucian entered the room just in time to see Amelia staring at herself in a horrified expression. His lips
lifted to form an affectionate smile.
It took Amelia fifteen minutes more to remove the make-up. She was so engrossed in her work that she
did not notice his existence at all.
She heaved a sigh of relief when the make-up came off her face. At least she wouldn't be looking like a
panda. Just as she turned around and stood up, a yelp came from her mouth. A man was standing
behind her. She took a few steps back, hitting the edge of the dresser. Panicking, she said in a low
voice, "What are you doing here?"
Her heart was beating fast. She hadn't wanted him to see her embarrassing moment. She looked at
him nervously.
"Any guesses?" Lucian wore a smile on his face, and walked up to Amelia, holding her petite face in
both hands. He gently wiped the trace of powder from her eyebrows with his slender fingers. "You don't
need make-up to look beautiful."
His voice was soft as chocolate melting in her mouth. How could he say it out loud just like that?
His words touched her heart.
"Lucian, you're good at coaxing me. Why…" Before she could complete her sentence, he leaned
forward to press his lips against hers. Amelia wanted to ask why he chose her out of all people. Her
eyes doubled in size for a moment, but then she surrendered to him, closing her eyes.
Lucian pecked her soft lips several times before letting her go. Both of them were breathing heavily.
Amelia was flushed. Her soft lips glistened in the light. She couldn't even raise her eyes to see his face.
"We're going to be late for work!" His sudden outburst brought her back to the Earth, making her panic.
"Ah!" She rushed downstairs, following behind him.
In a hurry, she pushed the kiss in the back of her mind.
Lily watched Lucian heading over to the kitchen while Amelia ran toward the front door. "Mrs. Amelia,
are you not going to have breakfast?" A nervous smile plastered on Lily's lips when she watched
Amelia crouching down to change shoes silently.
Lucian came out and frowned after seeing Amelia. "Eat with me."
His voice was smooth, but he stared at her with a stern face.
Amelia stopped what she was doing and looked at her wristwatch. "We only have half an hour." She
raised her head to gaze at Lucian with pouting lips as if she was a puppy.
"Having breakfast with me is also your business." Lucian went back to the kitchen and sat on his seat,
picking up a piece of bread. He smeared it with jam before putting it on a plate.
Amelia watched him in a daze. She knew Lucian had said that to make her feel less guilty. Feeling
warm in her heart, she walked over and sat on the seat opposite to Lucian. Amelia's lips stretched to
form an embarrassing smile. "I'll try to get up early."
Ever since they started sleeping on the same bed, her alarm never worked. She would still manage to
get ready on time. Today, everything changed as she was getting late not because of the alarm, but her
make-up scenario.
She lowered her head in embarrassment. Her action earlier was a big joke on her. She picked up
bread, sneakily gazing at Lucian's cold face.
At the same time, Lucian looked up to see Amelia staring at him in a daze. His face lit up at that.
Although, he wondered why she would watch him without eating her food. Confusion glinted in his
eyes. "Why aren't you eating?"
Her heart jumped up to her throat. Amelia averted her eyes before taking a bite of the bread. She drank
a glass of milk and said in a high-pitched voice, "I'm done!"
Lucian gazed at her affectionately before reaching out to wipe the leftover milk above her upper lip.
His fingers felt like a feather tickling her skin. A shiver shot through her body. Her heart was throbbed,
turning her face scarlet red.
His fingers paused for a moment. "Sit here for a moment, Amelia." Lucian narrowed his eyes at a
particular place on her neck, gesturing to sit on his lap.
"What?" Amelia's eyes went wide at that. Why would Lucian suddenly ask her to sit on his lap? Was he
thinking of something naughty again? She pursed her lips but did as he said.
Lucian was simply staring at her, making her uncomfortable. She said in a low voice, "We're going to
be late." Amelia forced a smile. She glanced at him before lowering her head. She didn't want to say
anything to provoke Lucian.
Lucian didn't say anything. His slender fingers traced her neck, staring at the place with narrow eyes.
The impact sent a shiver down her spine.
Sweat beads had started to form on her forehead, and she shifted on his lap. Still, Lucian continued to
stare at the place without any shame. She saw his expressions changing from narrow to wide eyes in a
second. Even though she wanted to ask him about his behavior, she didn't say anything and lowered
her head.
When he was done, he pulled her out and dragged her to the car. They were silent the whole time they
were on the road. She expected Lucian to bring her to the company. Amelia looked at him in surprise
when the car stopped at a cosmetic shop.
"Weren't we getting late?" Confusion muddled her as she stared at him.
Lucian killed the engine and got out. He said in a calm voice, "This is more important. Come with me."
Amelia sealed her lips, seeing his frowning face and followed him inside. It was better if she stayed
silent after facing such a serious Lucian.
The shop was filled with bright lights, even in the daytime to attract the attention of the customers.
Amelia saw an assistant greeting Lucian with a warm smile. She couldn't understand why Lucian was
acting like this today. Who in the world would take his wife to a cosmetic shop early in the morning?
"Cover the red mark on her neck." Lucian looked at the two employees before him coldly.
Amelia's eyes widened in surprise.
There was a red mark on her neck? She rushed to the mirror and craned her neck to look closely.
There were several red marks on her neck.
"Just how many mosquitoes bit me last night?" Her eyes filled with confusion as she stared at her
reflection. How did mosquitoes enter her room in such a cold climate? Even if the insects flew inside,
just how did they manage to stay away from Lucian's keen gaze? For him, cleanliness was his first
love. He would always make sure to keep the house safe.
She narrowed her eyes at the red marks. It didn't even look like a mosquito bite. One of the red marks
was too big for an insect. If not a mosquito, what else could it be?
Lucian coughed after seeing her confused expression but didn't say anything. Couldn't this stupid
woman figure out the source of these marks?
The employees of the shop did as told. After paying, the couple walked out. Amelia was far behind, and
paused, looking at Lucian in a daze. "Lucian!"
Lucian turned around and raised his eyebrows, gazing down at her. Perhaps her tube light mind finally
matured, and she found out the source of those red marks. Expectations glinted in his eyes as he
stared at her.
She pursed her lips and touched his cheek, tilting his head to the right side. Her soft fingers traced his
neck, but she couldn't find a mosquito mark. She pouted and said, "Why didn't mosquitoes bite you?"
The two of them were standing close in the middle of the street. Many people gave the couple a weird
glance. Some even averted their eyes and said, "Get a room!"
Amelia didn't seem to notice any of that. She tilted his face to the other side and moved closer. Her
warm breath tickled the surface of his neck, making his breathing heavy.
"Because the mosquito slept very well last night." Lucian squinted his eyes at her small figure in his
arms.
"Bullshit!" Amelia let go of his head and stepped back. "We should buy cream on our way back. It's a
waste of money to use the foundation every day."
Lucian looked at this naive woman for a long time as if she outgrew two horns on her head. He
controlled the urge to strangle his wife in the middle of the street. If they were at home, he would've
taught her just how she got those marks.
The woman had such a pure mind. She even thought that it was caused by mosquitoes.
It was already late when they arrived at the Zhan Group. They took a special elevator available for the
CEO. The couple entered the office from the backdoor, and no one even noticed them.
Just as Amelia sat on her seat, she heard a knock on the door.
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