My Sugar and Your Spice (Amelia and Leo)

Chapter 42

Me? Something in return? Amelie was startled. “You want me to help you convince Owen Steward, the big shot of Skaynia, to collaborate with you?”

Toby had actually asked her for help on this before, but he just didn’t know that Amelie was Foxy before this.

He pondered for a moment, and just when Amelie was going to say something, he spoke ahead of her. “You know what? Never mind. Forget it” He didn’t know exactly why, but he was suddenly afraid that her impression of him would turn bad.

Just as she wanted to talk more about it, Steven and Bria came back.

“This is… Steven asked when he saw Toby. He didn’t know much about the relationships among the Alstons, so of course, he didn’t know Toby.

“This is Mr. Walsh. He came to learn about shoemaking,” Amelie answered quickly.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Dillon. I’m Toby Walsh.” Toby introduced himself after walking in front of Steven.

He looks neat and has a great smile, but it’s quite obvious that he’s not a handyman. “Nice to meet you too.” Steven studied him a little and didn’t say much, merely reaching out his hand to shake hands with him.

On the other hand, Bria recognized Toby, but she didn’t have much interaction with him. So when she saw him and recalled that he was her father’s good friend, she hid behind Steven timidly with her big and innocent eyes showing obvious dislike.

She didn’t like Leo and knew that his friends always bullied her mother, so her impression of Toby wasn’t good. However, Steven just thought that she wasn’t used to meeting strangers and didn’t mull over it.

“Dad, I thought you all would stay by the stream a little longer.”

Hearing that, Steven looked at Bria in his arms, who was soaking wet. “The wind outside is very strong. I’m worried that Bria will catch a cold.” As he stroked Bria’s wet head, he didn’t mind whether her wet clothes

would make his shirt wet at all.

Meanwhile, Bria huddled in his arms like a little kitten with her hands around his neck, enjoying the attention he was giving her.

into the house and even brought out a watermelon that he had harvested himself. After cutting it

and didn’t know where to start since those from rich families always had their watermelons cut into small

them.

was done changing with Amelie, came out and seemingly saw that he was in an awkward situation. She rolled her eyes

the handheld fan at the side of the door and wave it in the air. This was what she observed when Steven ate watermelon. She found

With her little mouth biting on the watermelon non-stop, she was soon stained with the juice from the fruit. At the same time, she was shaking her head from side to side,

that, he was slightly startled, as he could clearly feel that

Lefore

curl herself up, hold on to Amelie’s legs, and follow wherever Amelie went. Her eyes would be dull, without any stream of brightness, and she would be so timid that

anyone.

sparkling eyes now. She could even do things quickly and responsively and

little legs curled at the doorway, she looked smart and adorable, no matter how Toby looked at her

eyes were like a crescent, and she was smiling with her lips pressing together. Although she was

her slim waist and long legs. With her long hair casually tied and showing her clean forehead, she looked so youthful, as though she was a high school student.

up to meet anyone’s eyes and always lowered herself in front of the

help but curl his lips. They say marriage is the tomb of

The process of making shoes traditionally was quite complicated,

Bria and Amelie were looking at the two of them from a safe

how to make shoes from grandpa?”

knew Toby’s actual purpose. It was just an excuse for him to

sky turned dark, Steven stopped the lesson because he wanted

fact, Amelie wanted to do the cooking, but Steven was too stubborn. He didn’t want his daughter to get tired from cooking. Resigned, she

you so much. You really have a good father.” Toby walked over to her with both his hands in his pockets and stood

her once again. Her expression was relaxed, and it was nothing like those anxious expressions those gold diggers had our there.

father was just a shoemaker, she still treated him politely without