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?”

Bria couldn’t participate and would only spectate at most, she

on time,” he said

Amelie was speechless.

early, so Amelie hadn’t had time to make breakfast

back in Quinn Town. Hence, Amelie had

walked over to

Bria lying in

little fingers were flipping

her, he read the book out loud

softened now, and he didn’t seem as serious as he usually

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

they finished the book, Bria finally noticed Amelie’s presence and called

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

she placed Bria onto the tiny wheelchair and began pushing her

turned around and

a hint of

seeing things, but still, she asked politely, “Mr.

stood up as

He didn’t like her calling

other hand, Amelie was at a loss for

would decline, and she didn’t mean to invite him along

what was said had been said, so she couldn’t take back

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

chicken soup,

that this was his favorite dish. Her expression

say anything as he picked up a spoon

quiet when he ate, and

for a while, a dreamy

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

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

he always avoided her cooking, refusing to

she had cooked all the dishes, he would ask Miss

she recalled it now, she still felt her

a long

probably hated it even now, and he was forcing himself to eat just to accompany

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

dining

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

baked these buns.” Bria suddenly reached out and passed a dumpling and a bun to

on her face, and it

mother’s cooking was the best, so she

with her mother’s cooking, hence deciding never to leave her mother

hand still holding the spoon as

harshly, trying to remind