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?”

Even though Bria couldn’t participate and would only spectate at most, she still told him

on time,” he

Amelie was speechless.

so Amelie hadn’t had time

matter to attend to and was back in Quinn Town. Hence, Amelie had taken

ready, she walked over to wheel Bria

she entered the room, she saw Bria lying

fingers were flipping

Leo held her, he read the book out loud in his deep

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

being embraced by him. As she listened, she narrowed her

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

only then that Amelie removed Bria from Leo’s embrace.

Bria onto the tiny wheelchair and began

around and looked at the

of envy in

seeing things, but still, she asked

stood

a little. He didn’t like her calling him

other hand, Amelie was

thought that he would decline, and she didn’t mean to invite him

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

room, then poured a bowl of chicken soup

at the chicken soup, an ambiguous look in his

suddenly remembered that this was his favorite dish. Her expression stiffened as she hastily explained,

anything as he picked up a spoon and began

especially quiet when he ate, and he carried

him for a while, a dreamy feeling fleeting across

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

effort to study his preferences. She memorized his likes and dislikes and

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

cooked all the dishes, he would ask Miss Potts to make another dish

when she recalled it now, she still felt her chest

drew a

he was

the past which would only sadden her, she stopped thinking about it and lowered her head to

dining table

glances at Amelie with her large eyes, then at Leo. She was

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

a proud look on her face, and

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

fall in love with her mother’s

for a moment, his hand still holding the spoon as he looked

harshly, trying