Chapter 190 The Boys Wound (1/2)

Amelia smiled after she finished.

Lucian relaxed as he saw the soft curve on her lips. ”Put Mark in the crib. Lily has prepared the dinner.”

”Where's Claire?” Amelia asked tentatively.

”She was resting in her room earlier. She's in the dining room downstairs now,” Lucian replied.

Truth be told, Amelia felt no desire to eat, but she was worried that Lily might tell Lucian that Mark was hurt because of her refusal, so she acquiesced quietly and promised to go downstairs later on to have her meal.

”Amelia, you can't be watching our son every minute of the day. If you indulge him this much, he might grow up spoiled. We're just going to be downstairs, and you're already this reluctant to leave him? Honestly, I'm getting a little jealous now,” Lucian teased. He watched Amelia plant a gentle kiss on Mark's forehead. The image warmed him, like temperate sunlight touching his skin, but with it came a slight worry.

When Mark was born, Lucian and Amelia had talked about parenthood. Their son would live in comfort, but he was adamant that Mark would not be raised spoiled.

Amelia shared this sentiment. Mark would certainly come from a privileged background, but she did not want him to be conceited or entitled like the others from the same social status. Above all else, she wanted their son to grow into a responsible and upright man.

”No, my Mark won't.” Amelia bent down and kissed her son tenderly.

Lucian couldn't help but poke fun at her. He moved closer to Amelia and said, ”Is it my turn now, my dear wife?” His eyes gleamed with mischief.

Amelia rolled her eyes at her husband's antics, but gave in. ”You are such a kid,” she said, then stood on tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss on his cheek. It was a simple, nonchalant gesture, but Amelia's cheeks burned as she went back down on her feet.

Perhaps it was because of what had happened that afternoon

continued to speak, it would lead to an even bigger argument.

”Lucian, Mark is just a little boy. I have no idea what your wife is thinking,” Claire threw in, stoking the flames of their anger.

Lucian said nothing and merely held Mark in his arms, throwing a cold look towards Amelia.