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?”

that he was asking when the event would be held. Even though Bria couldn’t participate

on time,” he

Amelie was speechless.

Amelie hadn’t had time to make

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

walked over to wheel

lying in Leo’s arms, staying quiet

little fingers were

her, he read the book out loud

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

of being embraced by

finally noticed

then that Amelie removed Bria from

the tiny wheelchair and began pushing

turned around and looked at

was a hint of envy

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

stood up as

frowned a little. He didn’t like

other hand, Amelie was at a loss

would decline, and she didn’t mean

take back her words. It was fortunate

then poured a bowl of

the chicken soup, an ambiguous look

remembered that this was his favorite dish. Her expression stiffened

as he picked up a spoon and

was especially quiet when he ate, and

for a while, a dreamy

breakfast with him after their divorce, nor had she expected

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

refusing

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

history, when she recalled it now,

a

it even now, and he was forcing

which would only sadden her, she stopped thinking about it and

atmosphere at the dining table was awkwardly

focused on eating, she kept stealing glances at Amelie with her large eyes, then

Mommy made them herself. Mommy also baked these buns.” Bria suddenly reached out and passed

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

mother’s cooking was the best, so she sincerely wanted her father to try

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

hand still holding the spoon as

whispered harshly,