Chapter 190 The Boys Wound (2/2)

That one look, wrought with unspoken accusation, spoke more than words ever could. Suddenly, Amelia could no longer control herself and shook with anger. Lucian had no idea of the torment she had gone through. She had been punishing herself ever since the accident, and he only added salt to her wounds.

Claire smiled to herself. Tonight was her victory.

In their room, Amelia wordlessly made the bed.

Lucian had never reproached her, and the image of his furious glare was still fresh in her mind, bringing another wave of sadness over her. When she turned around, she found him staring at her.

She turned her gaze away from him.

She didn't know what that look meant, and she had already had enough of fighting. If he threw harsh words at her again, she might break.

”Amelia, I'm sorry...” Lucian said softly.

I'm sorry? Amelia was taken aback at his words.

He was apologizing, but her heart remained closed from pain. ”You're Mark's father. Of course you would feel angry,” she said in a flat voice.

She understood why Lucian got mad, and even she agreed that he had the right to be, but Amelia was in too much pain to be forgiving.

Walking up behind her, Lucian put his arms around her waist and held her close. ”Tell me whatever you want to say. I'll listen to all of it,” he said softly.

His warm breath brushed her neck and her skin tingled from the sensation. She pushed Lucian away and said, ”I have nothing else to say.”

”You must be thinking that I have changed since Claire moved in,” he said.

”I didn't say anything. You did,” Amelia answered back.