A Matter of Wife and Love by Mila

After the stream, Amelie’s forehead was drenched in sweat.

She took off her fox mask, wiped her sweat, then pushed Bria out of the streaming room.

“Mommy, are you asking Mr. Gareth to pretend to be Daddy?” Bria couldn’t help but ask.

There was a troubled look in her large eyes.

She liked Blake, but she liked Leo as well.

She found it extremely difficult to choose between them.

Amelie caressed her small cheek. “Bria, you haven’t recovered yet, so you can’t join the event. I’ll be in the audience with you, and we can cheer the other children on.”

Bria pursed her small lips, but she didn’t say anything in the end.

When Amelie opened the door the next day, she was surprised to see a large and slender figure standing at the entrance.

The man stood there silently, his stern aura causing the entire corridor to feel suppressive.

“Mr. Alston?”

Amelie was stunned when she saw the man in front of her.

After making it so clear before, she thought that he wouldn’t visit again.

“I’m here to see Bria.” Leo’s expression was cold.

He had always been a serious man, but now, he had grown even colder, and there was a distant look in his eyes.

When Amelie heard that, she stepped aside and allowed him passage.

Leo walked into the house.

After taking a few steps, he paused and turned around slightly. A seemingly nonchalant look colored his eyes as he said, “So you’re asking Blake to attend the event at Bria’s school, eh?”

Amelie was stunned. She didn’t think that he would know about this.

She had only mentioned this while streaming.

Had Leo been watching her streams?

Even though Leo already knew that she was Foxy, she didn’t think that he would watch her streams.

Noticing her silence, Leo allowed his expression to turn even fiercer. “Bria is my daughter; she doesn’t need anyone to replace her father! She doesn’t need outsiders to join her events!”

For a moment, the entire house fell into silence.

Leo paused for a moment, then asked, “What time?”

held. Even though Bria couldn’t participate and would only spectate at most, she still told

there on

Amelie was speechless.

so Amelie hadn’t had

an urgent matter to attend to and was back in Quinn Town.

breakfast was ready, she walked over to wheel Bria out of the

lying in Leo’s

little fingers were flipping through a

read the

used had softened now, and he didn’t seem as serious as he usually was; tenderness had

enjoy the feeling of being embraced by him. As she listened, she

noticed Amelie’s presence and called out

only then that Amelie removed Bria

Bria onto the tiny wheelchair and began pushing

turned around and looked at

was a hint of envy in his

was seeing things, but still, she asked politely, “Mr. Alston, would you like

Leo stood

little. He didn’t like her

was at

decline, and she

take back her

a bowl of chicken soup

soup, an ambiguous look in

was his favorite dish. Her expression

anything as he picked

quiet when he ate, and he

him for a while, a dreamy feeling

she could still sit at the same table and have breakfast with him after their divorce, nor had she expected that he would be willing to eat

in a lot of effort to study his preferences. She memorized his likes and dislikes and made every meal strictly according

cooking, refusing to try even a bite

cooked all the dishes, he would ask Miss Potts to make another

history, when she recalled it now, she still felt her chest

a long breath

even now, and he was forcing himself to

accepted this outcome a long time ago. Refusing to dwell on the past which would only sadden her, she stopped thinking about it and lowered her head to

atmosphere at the dining

Bria was focused on eating, she kept stealing glances at Amelie with her large eyes, then at Leo. She was secretly

dumplings. Mommy made them herself. Mommy also baked these buns.”

face, and it was paired with

best, so

love with her mother’s

his hand still holding the spoon as he looked at

harshly, trying to