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

be there on time,”

Amelie was speechless.

early, so Amelie

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

walked over to

lying in Leo’s arms, staying

fingers were flipping

he read the book out

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

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

noticed Amelie’s presence and called out to

then that Amelie removed Bria

the tiny wheelchair and began pushing

around and

a hint of envy

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

stood up

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

was at a

decline, and she didn’t mean

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

then poured a

the chicken soup, an

Her expression stiffened as she hastily explained, “Bria likes

say anything as he picked up a spoon and

when he ate, and he

for a while, a dreamy feeling fleeting across

same table and have breakfast with him after

study his preferences. She memorized his likes and dislikes and made

always avoided her cooking, refusing to try even a

all the dishes, he would

it was history, when she recalled

drew a

even now, and he was forcing himself

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

atmosphere at the dining table was

glances at Amelie with her large eyes,

them herself. Mommy also baked these buns.”

a proud look on her face, and it was paired with

cooking was the best, so she sincerely wanted

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

hand still holding the spoon as he looked at Bria

harshly, trying