Chapter 5 She can't come into my house.

"It was evening already, and Amy was in the living room, watching TV and munching on an apple, while Lucas was upstairs doing whatever thing that wasn't her business.

She hadn't gone to work, as she was on a month leave, which was given to her to have fun with her newly wedded husband.

Staying a week in his house, Amy had discovered that Lucas hadn't fully regained his memory. His remembrance of the past was just partial, and he couldn't fully remember all.

She didn't want to start relating history so as not to trigger his brain to try to remember something by force. She had let Ava keep on with the flow of her lies, and at the perfect time, just as he was able to partially remember some things, he will fully remember all.

While immersed in the event on the TV, the sudden rush of Lucas out of the elevator startled her, and she jumped out of her seat in fear, running after him, who was already at the door.

"You are here." Amy heard Lucas call out to someone who was standing outside, and after catching her breath and getting a hold of her shaky body, Amy stretched her head to see who Lucas was talking to, and her heart missed a skip when she saw Ava standing at the front of the door with all her life's luggage.

Without thinking or waiting, Amy stepped forward and gave Lucas a hard push before slamming the door on Ava, who was about to step into her house.

"She can't come into this house. I don't want her here." Amy said stubbornly, standing, her weight resting on one leg, her arms crossed across her breast, and resting her back against the wall to stop Lucas from going out and Ava from coming.

"What do you mean? Why can't she come into my own house?" Lucas asked, wearing a lost expression.

"Not just your house now. We are married couples; it's now our house. Besides, you didn't tell me that anyone would be coming?" She argued, her gaze never leaving his hardened eyes.

Lucas shook his head, his patience wearing out. He was trying very hard to talk gently with her, but she was being difficult.

"I didn't tell you? Were you deaf when I said it in the hospital that she will be leaving with us?" He growled.

"No, I wasn't. I heard that, but you weren't speaking to me. You were telling Ava, and for a moment, I thought she was going to be your wife; that's why I laughed out." Amy explained, and she stopped talking when she noticed Lucas walking toward her.

With a finger pointed to her face, almost entering her eyes, he warned, "Don't you dare give her your evil name. Her name is Amy, not Ava." He barked.

Seeing the dangerous look on his face, a feeling of fear flashed across her face, but she quickly masked it with one of amusement, and just like she had always done, she burst out laughing.

Lucas had been deeply deceived. She thought, shaking her head in pity for him. However, she didn't argue. He was outrightly fighting for her even though he wasn't aware of it.

Marching away from her, he made his way to the door with the mindset of bringing in Ava, who had been locked outside the penthouse house by Amy.

"One more step from you and I'll go online and announce to the world how a newly wedded married man wants to invite a mistress into his house. You know it will destroy your good name, right?" Amy threatened while walking to the sofa to get her phone.

Her gaze was mean, and her voice was hard, meaning that she wasn't speaking empty threats and she was truly going to do it.

Seeing Lucas halt in his steps and his body stiffening, Amy let out a small smile. He was afraid of getting his reputation soiled. He wasn't going to dare her.

He turned around to face her, his teeth on his lip, biting it down as he tried to calm his rage.

"It's late already, and she can't sleep outside. Can't you let her stay for the night?" He tried his best to speak calmly.

"No. Call a ride to take her back to wherever she's coming from. Taxi drivers still work by this time, don't they?" She asked mockingly.

Lucas wasn't a man who spent time arguing. He knew that he wasn't going to win that night, and he called Ava and pleaded with her to give him some days. He was about to order his driver to take her back to their parents' house, but Amy stopped him.

I said a taxi driver, not any of the workers. It's late, and he has to drive me out tomorrow. We wouldn't want to stress him over an unimportant thing, would we?" She questioned softly, making puppy eyes to the annoyance of Lucas.

With an exasperated sigh, Lucas gave in to her command and ordered a taxi driver who didn't waste time to come, and within some minutes, Ava was on her way back to her parents' house.

"There's no need for a visitor. We are married couples; let's enjoy ourselves together, alright?" Amy said to Lucas, who was at the barstand gulping down glasses of strong wine to quench his rage.

Thirty minutes after Ava had gone, Lucas's phone buzzed sharply on the bar stand. He snatched it up, only for his face to twist in shock at the words on the other end.

"What! Amy was involved in an accident? How? Where's the location-send it to me right now!"

His voice thundered with authority as he grabbed his coat and dashed toward the door. But just as his hand touched the knob, he froze.

Amy was already standing there, her expression unreadable, her eyes cold.

"It's late already," she said in a flat, measured tone, slipping the keys into her pocket. "I wouldn't want my man wandering into danger... not tonight."