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?”

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

there on time,” he said

Amelie was speechless.

quite early, so Amelie hadn’t had time

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

was ready, she walked over to wheel Bria out

she saw Bria lying in Leo’s

little fingers were flipping through a

her, he read the book out loud

tense voice he always used had softened now, and he didn’t seem

by him. As she

book, Bria finally noticed Amelie’s presence and called out

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

placed Bria onto the tiny wheelchair and

Leo turned around and looked

hint of envy in his

she was seeing things, but still, she asked politely,

Leo stood up as

frowned a little. He didn’t like her calling

was at a loss

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

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 Leo

the chicken soup, an ambiguous

this was his favorite dish. Her expression stiffened

as he picked

especially quiet when he ate, and he

while, a dreamy

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

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

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

would ask Miss Potts to make another dish for

history, when she recalled it now,

drew a long

hated it even now, and he was forcing himself

accepted this outcome a long time ago. Refusing to dwell on the past which would only sadden her, she

atmosphere at the dining table was awkwardly

stealing glances at Amelie with her large eyes, then

herself. Mommy also baked these buns.” Bria suddenly reached out and passed a dumpling

her face, and it was paired with an earnest

the best, so she

wished that Leo would fall in love with her mother’s

hand still holding the

harshly, trying to