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?”

when the event would be held. Even though Bria couldn’t participate

on time,”

Amelie was speechless.

early, so Amelie hadn’t had time to make

had an urgent matter to attend to and was back in Quinn

over to wheel Bria out of

the room, she saw Bria lying in Leo’s arms, staying quiet like

little fingers were flipping through

her, he read the book out

and he didn’t seem as serious as he usually was; tenderness had washed

feeling of being embraced by him. As she listened, she narrowed her eyes

Bria finally noticed Amelie’s presence

that Amelie removed Bria from Leo’s embrace. “It’s

onto the tiny

around and looked

hint of envy in his

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

Leo stood up as

He didn’t like her

Amelie was at

and she

what was said had been said, so she couldn’t take back her words. It was fortunate

room, then poured a bowl of chicken soup for Bria and

the chicken soup, an ambiguous look in

his favorite dish. Her expression stiffened as she hastily explained,

say anything as he picked up a spoon and

was especially quiet when he ate, and he carried himself

him for a while, a

she could still sit at the same table and have breakfast with him after their divorce, nor had she expected that

she put in a lot of effort to study his preferences. She memorized

avoided her cooking, refusing to try even a bite

cooked all the dishes, he would ask Miss

when she recalled it now, she still felt her

a long breath

and he was forcing

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

the dining

with her large eyes, then at Leo. She

have some dumplings. Mommy made them herself. Mommy also baked these buns.” Bria suddenly reached out and

a proud look on her face,

the best, so she sincerely wanted her father to try

course, she also wished that Leo would fall in love with her mother’s cooking, hence deciding never to

still holding the

whispered harshly, trying