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?”

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

on

Amelie was speechless.

Amelie hadn’t had time to make

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

over to wheel

room, she saw Bria lying in Leo’s arms,

little fingers were

read the book

now, and he didn’t seem as serious as

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

book, Bria finally noticed Amelie’s presence and called

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

placed Bria onto the tiny wheelchair

around and looked at the

hint of

but still, she asked politely,

stood up as

didn’t like her calling him

other hand, Amelie was at a loss

she didn’t mean to invite him

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

wheeled Bria out of the room, then poured a bowl of chicken soup for

soup, an ambiguous look

that this was his favorite dish. Her expression stiffened as she hastily explained, “Bria likes it

didn’t say anything as he picked

was especially quiet when he ate, and he carried himself

a while, a dreamy

still sit at the same table and have breakfast with him after their divorce, nor had she expected

preferences. She memorized his likes and dislikes and made every meal strictly according to

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

dishes, he would ask Miss Potts to make another dish for

she recalled it now, she

a long breath

he was forcing himself to

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

the dining table was awkwardly

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

buns.” Bria suddenly reached out and passed a

on her face,

that her mother’s cooking was the best, so she sincerely wanted her

love with her mother’s cooking,

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

harshly, trying to remind