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?”

he was asking when the event would be held. Even though Bria couldn’t participate and would only spectate at most, she still told

on time,”

Amelie was speechless.

quite early, so Amelie hadn’t

back in Quinn Town. Hence, Amelie had taken on the task

she walked over

Bria lying in

fingers were flipping

read the book out

softened now, and he didn’t seem as serious as

enjoy the feeling of being embraced by him. As she listened, she narrowed her

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

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

onto the tiny wheelchair and began

Leo turned around and

of envy in his

seeing things, but still, she asked politely, “Mr. Alston,

stood

frowned a little. He didn’t like her calling him ‘Mr.

the other hand, Amelie was at a loss for

decline, and she didn’t mean to invite

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

room, then poured a bowl of chicken soup for Bria

soup, an ambiguous look in

remembered that this was his favorite dish. Her expression stiffened

didn’t say anything as he picked up

especially quiet when he ate, and he carried himself

watched him for a while, a dreamy

never thought that she could still sit at the same table and have breakfast with him after their divorce, nor had she expected that

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

avoided her cooking, refusing

all the dishes, he would ask Miss

she recalled it now,

a long

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

accepted this outcome a long time ago. Refusing to dwell on the past which would only sadden her, she stopped thinking about it and lowered her head

dining

kept stealing glances at Amelie with her large eyes, then at

herself. Mommy also baked these buns.” Bria suddenly

a proud look on her face, and

that her mother’s cooking was the best, so

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

holding the spoon as he

whispered harshly, trying to remind