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?”

though Bria couldn’t

be there on time,”

Amelie was speechless.

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

attend to and was back in

over to wheel

saw Bria lying in

were

her, he read the

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

of being embraced by him.

book, Bria finally noticed Amelie’s

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

Bria onto the tiny

around and looked

of envy in his

things, but still, she asked

Leo stood up

didn’t like her calling him

Amelie was at

decline, and she didn’t mean to invite

said, so she couldn’t take back her words. It was fortunate that

the room, then poured a bowl

down at the chicken soup, an ambiguous

dish. Her expression stiffened as she

anything as he picked up a spoon

quiet when he

him for a while, a dreamy

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

She memorized his likes and

always avoided her cooking, refusing

the dishes, he would ask Miss Potts to make another

when she recalled it now,

a

even now, and he was forcing himself to

long time ago. Refusing to dwell on the past which would only sadden her, she stopped thinking about it and

at the dining

glances at Amelie with her large eyes,

buns.” Bria suddenly

a proud look on her face, and it was paired with an

best,

would fall in love with her mother’s cooking, hence deciding

still holding the spoon as he looked

harshly, trying