Chapter 76 In The Throes of Impassioned Fury (2/2)

He was becoming more and more upset with each passing minute. Lucian had already had breakfast himself, but knowing that Amelia hadn't yet, he had especially asked Eric to prepa

lasping the marble table with his hands and trapping her with his body. He had completely blocked her, leaving no chance of escape. A sharp, burning gaze met Amelia's eyes as Lucian forced her chin upward with one hand. ”Now you're calling me cruel all because of that man?” he asked, his voice glacial with coldness.

The man in front of her was no better than a stranger. Amelia's chest beat wildly as she felt the anger from his fingertips.

She struggled as his body barricaded hers, but Lucian's hold only grew tighter.

”Isn't that the truth?” she challenged him.

She seemed calm on the outside, but her entire body was screaming for escape against the callous grasp that held her in place.

Amelia understood perfectly that Lucian's temper had reached dangerous height, but was not going to back down. If she submitted to him this time, then she would really have no respect left.

”Alright, then. Since you seem to have made up your mind, I'll be exactly as you think of me!” The next moments flew by almost like a blur. Lucian released Amelia's face as his hands tore at her clothes. His movement was screaming of fury.

Amelia could only watch for a shocked, uncomprehending minute as the fabric of her clothes was ripped. The next moment, she was desperately pushing Lucian away and shouting at him, ”Lucian, what are you doing? Have you lost your mind!”

She was at odds. This man, looking at her with such fury that she trembled from the force of it, was he truly her husband? She looked at him, hopelessly searching to reconcile the disparate memory of gentle hands that touched her with nothing but warmth, or the eyes that looked towards her direction with tenderness. As he heaved long, enraged breaths, she recoiled in horror. She could see nothing but a monster.

At the sound of the fear in her voice, Lucian broke through the throes of impassioned anger. Amelia was pale and wide-eyed with alarm, her shaking hands clutching at her ripped clothes as she crouched away from him. He felt as if he had been doused in ice. What had he done? Even then, as he was being eaten from the insides with guilt, he was unable to bring himself to apologize. ”Stay away from Jonny!” he snarled.