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 and would only spectate at

be there on

Amelie was speechless.

quite early, so Amelie hadn’t had time

to attend to and was back in Quinn Town. Hence, Amelie had taken on the task of making

was ready, she walked over to wheel

the room, she saw Bria lying in Leo’s arms, staying quiet like

were

held her, he read the book out loud

used had softened now, and he didn’t seem as serious as he usually was;

by him. As she listened, she

Bria finally noticed Amelie’s

was only then that Amelie removed Bria from Leo’s

onto the tiny wheelchair and began pushing

turned around and looked

a hint of

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

Leo stood

didn’t like

other hand, Amelie was

decline, and she

been said, so she couldn’t take

poured a bowl of chicken soup for Bria and

down at the chicken soup,

dish. Her expression stiffened as she hastily

say anything as he picked up a spoon and

especially quiet when he ate,

a dreamy feeling fleeting across her

and have breakfast with him after their divorce, nor had she

She memorized his

avoided her cooking, refusing to try even a bite of

he would ask Miss Potts to make another dish

it was history, when she recalled it now, she

drew a

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

accepted this outcome a long time ago. Refusing to dwell on the past which

dining

eating, she kept stealing glances at Amelie with her large eyes, then at Leo. She

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

a proud look on her face, and it was paired

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

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

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

harshly,