Chapter 103 For The Babys Sake (2/2)

at Lucian's face again. She missed him so much, and it crippled her with an empty void in her very being. A huge tide of yearning gushed into her heart. Her tears pooled delicately on her glossy eyes. They beaded at the corners of her lashes, threatening to fall off her blushing cheeks.

Lucian was perceptive enough to read Amelia's heartbroken expression. He knew Amelia for a good amount of time. He witnessed Amelia at her happiest and at her weakest. It was then Lucian suddenly felt sorry that she got caught into his mess.

Before Amelia could say anything, Lucian strode toward her and pulled her into his arms. Then he planted a deep kiss on her soft delicate lips.

The kiss made him feel steady and anchored. It felt like home. He truly, agonizingly missed her.

Lucian slammed the door shut and pressed Amelia against it. While kissing her, he tenderly reached out to her slim waist to keep her in place. The entire situation was disconcerting. But if both hearts were beating, reaffirming their quiet longing for each other, then it didn't matter. Nothing else mattered.

Lucian's loving kisses lingered and they swept Amelia off her feet. She draped her arms around Lucian's broad shoulders and moaned deeply into the kiss. Then at last, they broke off, and Amelia gasped for breath. Her lips glistened with a tender blush. Lucian loosened his grip on her and made a quick look at Amelia's enticingly disheveled state. He smirked suspiciously at her.

Before Amelia could lose to her senses, she pushed Lucian away. ”Lucian, we divorced,” she said in a firm tone as she glared daggers at him.

She thought that reminding the man would knock him back to his senses.

But she wasn't aware that those words rattled Lucian's broken heart. Those words re-ignited his urge to have her under his control. Despite everything, he wasn't letting her go. He wasn't taking ”no” for an answer. He wanted Amelia to remember that she only belonged to him. If locking her up would put her in place, then he would do it.

”So what? You are my woman!” he retorted strongly, sounding like a scoundrel.