Since She Met Lucian

Chapter 4 A Fake Wife

The bedroom was finally quiet, much to Amelia's relief. Her heart had started beating a mile a minute when she saw the cold look on Lucian's face. Her ivory-colored face flushed like a porcelain doll.

Noticing that she clenched her fists tightly, Lucian figured she might have become way too nervous. So he put on a smile and said, "They've already left."

"Uh..." Amelia answered softly. She opened her eyes wide and asked anxiously, "Where are the photos? Give them to me!"

She reached out her tiny hand toward him, looking petite and small as if she was a doll. She had her eyebrows knitted together, which made her difficult to take seriously as she only looked like an angry child.

"I am very helpful and this is just the start. Plus, if you agree to become my wife, I'll keep these photos and I promise you that no one else is going to see them." Lucian looked at Amelia and flashed her a knowing smile.

"What did you just say?" Amelia collapsed and shouted. "You bastard! Stop trying to fool me just because you're attractive! You brought me back to your home against my will! Your family doesn't know the truth. Who knows what they could be thinking of me? You made me look bad! What did I ever do to you?"

With a straight face, Lucian said slowly, "I saved you last night and you were being ungrateful. Thank God I was smart enough to come up with this. I love these sexy photos of yours."

All of a sudden, Amelia grew quiet. Her smile disappeared and she felt something twinge in her heart.

She thought to herself, 'I must have been a terrible person in my past life. That's the only explanation for all of this bad luck.'

"You're Lucian Zhan, right?" Amelia said, raising her head, tears still streaming down her face. She couldn't believe a handsome man like him could treat her like this. He was practically threatening her. "Well, first, I'd like to thank you for the kindness you showed me last night. As for the photos, well, I don't really care anymore..."

she said, averting his gaze.

As she thought back to Jasper and what he did to her, she felt herself weakening. But she didn't have the strength to even care about it anymore.

Suddenly, Lucian's face darkened. He looked at Amelia in bewilderment and asked, "You broke up with your boyfriend. Right?"

"How do you know?" Amelia raised her head suddenly and looked at him. She was both scared and embarrassed.

"You said it. Look, you just forget everything you said or did when you were intoxicated." Lucian spread out his hands, looking helpless. "I wasn't planning on anything, but you took my hand and you told me it was your birthday. You asked me to keep you company..."

As he finished speaking, he scratched his nose awkwardly. He looked aggrieved.

Amelia's face turned red because it was indeed her birthday yesterday. Suddenly, she found herself believing Lucian.

"I wasn't in the right state of mind! You took photos of me without asking for my permission! That makes us even!" Amelia couldn't believe her luck. She then added, "If you show anyone those photos, then I guess that's just the way it is."

Lucian frowned and asked in confusion, "You'd rather let other people see these photos than pretend to be my wife?"

Amelia shook her head and asked in confusion, "You are handsome and rich. You can just marry a pretty woman who truly loves you. But why would you need a fake wife?" This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

"Because then I can take control of my life," Lucian answered simply.

'Take control of my life.' This thought echoed in Amelia's mind.

Since her mother passed away, her life had been a mess. If she hadn't met Jasper, who knew what her stepmother could have done to her? However, things were different now. She lost Jasper and her heart was empty and broken.

"You just have to pretend in front of my parents. I won't bother you in your daily life and I'll cover all your expenses," Lucian continued when she didn't say anything.

Amelia closed her eyes as if she had suddenly thought of something. If Jasper had replaced her with Yolanda, then she could also do the same thing. Being in a new relationship was definitely the best way to get over an old one.

She raised her head and gazed at his beautiful face. She answered boldly, "All right. Let's do it."

When she spoke, she sounded sure of herself as if there was no room for doubt in her mind.

Lucian seemed to be taken aback briefly, but he quickly smiled in relief.

"I'm sorry for what I did. When our deal's over, please return the photos to me," Amelia added.

"Amelia Amelia..." Lucian said. He paused before continuing, "I'm Lucian Zhan. I'm thirty years old and I'm the CEO of the Zhan Group. I wish our cooperation a pleasant one."

He was the CEO of the Zhan Group! Amelia covered her mouth in shock. The Zhan Group was a household name in this city. They were the richest and most powerful of all. Why would Lucian want to get a fake wife then?

This was a fake marriage after all, so she figured she didn't need to be concerned about that. She waved her hand and said, "My name's Amelia Mo. I turned twenty-five yesterday and I work in an advertising company. I hope we get along."

"Great! That's great! Let me drive you home now." There was a slight smile on Lucian's handsome face.

"Take me home?" Amelia looked at him in disbelief.

"Yes, even though it's just a deal, I still need to fulfill my obligations as your husband." With a serious look on his face, Lucian picked up his expensive-looking coat and put it on. Then he continued in a low voice, "Go wash up. I'll wait for you downstairs."

As Amelia watched him leave, she couldn't help but be entranced.

She shook her head, went to the bathroom, and washed her face quickly. Then she went downstairs.

Even though she had never been here before, she felt like the place was familiar—like she wasn't a stranger here.

"Have some mung bean soup." Lucian's voice came from the dining room. When he spoke, his tone was soft but firm.

She was a little hungry, so without saying anything, she grabbed the bowl and immediately started eating.

"Good, good girl." After dinner, Lucian wiped his hands and smiled. He said, "You can do whatever you want when no one's around but just don't bother me."

"All right. As we both know, this is just a fake marriage between us. So we aren't going to bother each other. We just have to pretend in front of everyone else. But in private, we mind our own business." Amelia gestured with her hand as she spoke. "Please be a gentleman and don't touch me."

Lucian curled his lips and said, "Don't worry. I'm not interested in you. If I was, then I would have taken way more photos last night."

Upon the mention of this, she grew angry. But since they had already made an agreement, she had no choice but to suck it up. She merely glared at Lucian in response.