A Matter of Wife and Love by Mila

Chapter 41

She kept tugging at Amelie’s sleeve as she led the latter to the phone screen, pointing at the screen with her tiny finger. “I only know the words ‘think’ and ‘can’. What does it mean? Is this person saying that they want to learn from Grandpa?”

Amelie’s gaze landed on the direct message on the screen. Indeed, the sender was inquiring about learning Steven’s ancient skills via text message. Even though it was just an inquiry, at least they had good intentions.

Amelie hastily talked more with them, then agreed on a time and place to meet-up.

The person could only come the day after tomorrow.

When Steven heard from Amelie that someone was willing to learn more about his craft, he was elated as well. He took the effort to polish his tools until they shone, then even lubricated everything.

Not only that, even the racks in front were rearranged. From his behavior, Amelie could see his passion for passing on this craft. She swore to herself that she would definitely do everything she could to convince the person to stay as a disciple.

The next day, Steven took Amelie and Bria on a tour around the area.

Bria was curious about everything in this town, especially when they arrived at the clear creek at the edge of the town. No child would be able to resist the temptation of a running river. With a splash, the girl immediately leaped in, playing with the clear river water to her heart’s content.

She would splash water around, then run around in the water, then plop her face under the water and hold her breath. Her clothes were completely drenched, but she didn’t seem to mind it one bit.

Bria rarely had the chance to play in the water, and this was natural mountain water, so it was cooler than usual water.

Bria isn’t the strongest child. I wonder if it’s alright to let her go on. Fearing that Bria might catch a cold, Amelie could only ask Steven to look after Bria as she walked home to grab a change of clothes for Bria.

She had just arrived at the entrance when she saw a slender figure at the door.

The man wore a perfectly-tailored white suit. His figure wasn’t perfect, but it was still quite a sight to behold. His hair was tied into a bun, and his medium-length forelocks split to the sides, somehow resembling a lumberjack.

As if sensing the movements behind him, the man turned around. When their eyes met, there was a shock on both their faces.

“Amelie… Dillon?” The person shouted out first.

Amelie also exclaimed, “Mr. Walsh?”

The man standing in front of her was none other than one of Leo’s friends, Toby Walsh.

It was definitely unexpected for her to meet him there. This is just a

eyebrows, his gaze falling on the bunch of keys in

Amelie didn’t know the reason

certain intention, his eyes suddenly clearing up as if

here, it wouldn’t be evidence enough to

did he

thoughts as he explained, “Your voice is the exact same

gave a

friend, he wasn’t full of enmity toward her like Ashton was. She always had a decent impression of

I am Foxy herself.” She had never concealed it on purpose before, as she admitted to

as expected.” Toby smiled with

had already felt that Foxy

lost a precious piece

want to mention Leo too much. “What brings you here, Mr.

phone. “I’m the person who

was you?” Amelie was surprised once again. “Didn’t you

I probably wouldn’t learn the secret that you’re Foxy herself, he jokingly

she stayed silent, for she

much of their real lives; it would be too risky

of learning my father’s shoe-making craft? Is that right, Mr. Walsh?” She didn’t quite believe it was his

even if he once had familiar guesses,

if you didn’t marry Leo, you could definitely live a decent life. Why did you

slightly. Actually, she knew that even Toby thought that she got together with Leo just for

Her tone was

away while giving birth to her. Like

her feelings to her father, so she secretly went to the hospital in town because that

her belt, she didn’t even know where her mother’s grave was, so she would go

she was a sinner and

suddenly heard a boy

helplessness, fury, and even self-abandonment were apparent in

met a madman. As she was about to escape, she realized it was a boy about her age. The boy was lean and pale, but it didn’t

was roaring in despair,