Surviving the Apocalypse: All I Want Is to Find a Husband
Chapter 45: Lucian’s True Feelings

Chapter 45: Lucian’s True Feelings

Naomi didn’t understand what was going on between Medeia and Lucian, but their chemistry was a little off that day.

Medeia was trying her best to avoid him, while Lucian seemed to want to say something to her.

"What happened between you two?" Naomi whispered to her as Medeia filled the well.

"Nothing."

"I don’t believe you." Naomi lowered her voice so no one but Medeia could hear. "Were you two sleeping together or what?"

Medeia jumped and shouted, "What?! No!"

Her voice made Harry and Lucian turn their heads toward her. Lucian asked, "Are you okay?"

Medeia just gave him a thumbs up in response, then lowered her head. "Well, basically, yes, but it’s not like that."

Naomi narrowed her eyes, feeling increasingly suspicious of her. "Then explain it."

Medeia clicked her tongue. She wasn’t obligated to explain her situation to a human, but why did she feel the need to spill her guts?

She asked Naomi to come closer and then gave her a brief explanation of what had happened last night.

Naomi gasped. "You what?!"

Medeia shut her mouth. "Sshh ...quiet. Do you think I made a mistake?"

After she calmed down, Naomi spoke, "I’m not the one who can answer that. You need to talk to him."

No way!

Medeia would rather jump off a cliff than have to ask Lucian that.

"Sometimes what you think is bad isn’t necessarily bad for someone else." Naomi patted her shoulder. "Now get up and talk to him."

"Hey, where are you going?" asked Medeia as Naomi walked away.

"I’m going to rot some plants so I can’t protect you from your teenage crush anymore." Naomi walked backward, giggling at her.

"I said I’m not a teenager!"

But she still hadn’t had the courage to face her crush like an adult.

In the end, Medeia still avoided Lucian, even during the preparation meeting.

Fortunately, she didn’t have to talk much because Lucian had taken over the role of leader.

Lucian stood in front of the villagers. He spread out the maps and stuck them on the wall for everyone to see. "We will divide the journey into four batches."

"The first group will consist of the people who can handle the vehicles. They will drive more vehicles and return to the village."

The second batch will carry the elderly and children, accompanied by caretakers to take care of them.

The third batch would be people who have the ability to build or fix things, so they could start making temporary shelters. They would come with the farmers and the crops.

Finally, the last group would carry the remaining villagers and the last of the supplies, making sure that no one or anything important was left behind.

"The hunters will be separate into four batches and will be responsible for protecting their group." Lucian looked at Harry. "I will let Harry choose the group for you."

Harry nodded. "Not a problem."

"I can’t believe we’re really leaving," one of the elders muttered. "I’ve lived in this land since I was a child, even before the Apocalypse began."

Medeia couldn’t help but say, "Sometimes the changes are painful, but they are necessary." Her eyes filled with sadness as she continued, "Leaving is hard, but staying will only make you suffer more in the end."

At least they had a chance to leave the place in peace, while Medeia had to die to leave hell.

Lucian’s emerald eyes caught the subtle tremble in her voice. The way her gaze lingered on the floor made her look like she was in so much pain, but no one could see that.

"That’s all." He couldn’t keep his focus as Medeia seemed to get more upset. He said to the villagers, "The first batch leaves tomorrow morning, so you better start packing now. If you have anything else to discuss, just tell Chief Eldric or Harry."

"I ... have something more important to do."

Without waiting for anyone to respond, Lucian stepped away. He walked over to Medeia and gently tugged at her hand. "Medeia, are you all right?"

Medeia jumped when she heard his soft voice. Since when did Lucian stand in front of her?

She turned left and right. "Is the meeting over?"

"Not yet, but we can leave early." Lucian grabbed her hand before she could run. "We need to talk."

What talk?

Medeia was drenched in cold sweat. She was afraid Lucian was going to tell her to fuck off because he didn’t like what she did last night.

She lied, "I have something else to do."

Medeia walk out of the factory. She tried to avoid Lucian, but he followed her around.

Before she could go any further, Lucian grabbed her hand. "You’re just trying to avoid me."

Medeia replied without turning around. "I’m not."

"Medeia." Lucian’s hand slipped from her wrist to her palm, making sure Medeia didn’t feel any pain from his grip. "You’ve been avoiding me since this morning. If this is about last night, we should talk about it now."

Medeia’s face turned pale. "I-I..."

Other people might have thought that Medeia was overreacting. It was just a hug, nothing more, so why should she be so scared?

She didn’t even tremble with fear when she faced monsters or evil people.

But this kind of thing had scared her to death.

It was because she was afraid that Lucian would hate her.

If she wanted Lucian to love her, she had to be perfect, right?

Doing something without his knowledge would be considered a form of disobedience, right?

In the novels Medeia had read, the male lead usually loved the female lead because she was adorable, kind, and pure.

Medeia, on the other hand, didn’t think she had any of those qualities. Her personality sucked, her mind was impure, and she wasn’t lovable at all.

The system was right. How could a man as gentle and kind as Lucian love her?

"If you think I’m going to be mad at you for hugging me last night, you’re wrong." Lucian looked into Medeia’s blue eyes and said, "I like it when you hug me. Actually, if you don’t mind, I want to hug you more."