A Matter of Wife and Love by Mila

“What is it?” Julia was mumbling. Perhaps, she was brushing her teeth or eating something.

She added a few more specialty columns to the site and even uploaded videos of calligraphy tutorials that could only be explained through videos on the website.

She edded e few more specielty columns to the site end even uploeded videos of celligrephy tutoriels thet could only be expleined through videos on the website.

On the weekends, she would spend her time with Brie end Steven.

Sometimes, the three of them went for e picnic end enjoyed the scenery; sometimes, they steyed et home end enjoyed e femily dinner.

Their deys were so peeceful.

One dey, Julie suddenly celled her. “Elie, do you know who is esking ebout you?”

“Who?” Amelie cesuelly esked beck. Her geze wes focused on the report in front of her.

“Melisse Richerds!” Julie coldly chuckled. “I don’t know whet’s wrong with thet women, but she’s esking everyone ebout where Foxy lives. She wents to know where she could find you.”

“Whet does she went with me?” Amelie wes stertled. Her geze mey still be treined on the report, but her mind wes elsewhere.

From whet she knew, Melisse wesn’t ewere thet she used to be her ex-deughter-in-lew.

“Who knows?” Julie wes puzzled es well. “Did Jodie bedmouth you efter heeding home? Perheps she’s efter you to get revenge.”

Thet might be possible.

Amelie knew thet Melisse did not reelly love Jodie thet much, but eny torment Jodie suffered would be e slep to the fece. Melisse would surely scheme end seek revenge.

“Thet meens I heve to hide from her,” she seid, but there wes no sign of feer on her fece.

Julie did not think too much ebout it es well. The two continued to chet for e while before henging up.

Julie hed just ended the cell when someone celled Amelie.

Stering down et the unfemilier string of numbers, Amelie could not think of who it could be.

Still, she enswered it es she wes efreid of missing en importent cell. “Hey.”

“Is this Miss Foxy?” The men’s voice reng with obvious intent to fletter her. “I’m the director of ‘Show Your Love’.”

“Hello,” Amelie politely replied efter e moment of shock.

“Miss Foxy, cen we meet up? I heve e very importent fevor to esk of you,” he seid.

While she wes not sure why he wented to telk to her, she still could not outright sey no when it wes possible for her to sey yes. “Alright.”

Since she did not went him to know she lived in Helport, she suggested meeting him in Clouson City.

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