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 and would

on

Amelie was speechless.

had visited quite early, so Amelie hadn’t had time

was back in Quinn Town. Hence, Amelie had taken on the task

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

she saw Bria lying

fingers were flipping through a

the book out loud

now, and he didn’t seem as serious

being embraced by him. As

Bria finally noticed Amelie’s

then that Amelie removed Bria from

Bria onto the tiny wheelchair and began pushing her

and

a hint of envy

still, she asked politely, “Mr. Alston, would you like to join

Leo stood up as

He didn’t like

the other hand, Amelie was at a loss

and she didn’t mean

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

Bria out of the room, then poured a bowl of chicken

soup, an ambiguous

dish. Her expression stiffened as she hastily explained, “Bria likes it as

as he picked

especially quiet when he ate, and he carried himself

while, a dreamy feeling

have breakfast with him after their divorce, nor had she expected that he would be willing to eat

lot of effort to study his preferences. She memorized his likes and dislikes and made every

always avoided her cooking, refusing to try even a bite of

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

though it was history, when she recalled it now, she still

a long breath

he was forcing himself

this outcome a long time ago. Refusing to dwell on the past which would

the dining table

on eating, she kept stealing glances at Amelie with her

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

on her face, and it was paired with an earnest

that her mother’s cooking was the best, so

Leo would fall in love with her mother’s cooking, hence deciding never to leave

a moment, his hand still holding the

whispered harshly, trying to remind