My Sugar and Your Spice (Amelia and Leo)

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?”

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

on

Amelie was speechless.

early, so Amelie

urgent matter to attend to and was back in Quinn

ready, she walked over to wheel

Bria lying in Leo’s arms,

were flipping

the book out loud in his

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

the feeling of being embraced by him. As she

noticed Amelie’s presence

then that Amelie removed Bria from Leo’s

Bria onto the tiny wheelchair and began pushing

and looked at the

was a hint of envy in his

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

Leo stood up as

frowned a little. He didn’t

Amelie was at

thought that he would decline, and she didn’t mean to invite

so she couldn’t take back

a bowl

looked down at the chicken soup, an ambiguous look in his

that this was his favorite dish. Her expression

picked up a spoon

especially quiet when he ate, and he carried himself

a

sit at the same table and have breakfast with him after their divorce,

of effort to study his preferences. She memorized his likes

refusing to

had cooked all the dishes, he would ask Miss Potts to make another

recalled it now,

a long breath

it even now, and he was

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 lowered

at the dining table

at Amelie with her large eyes, then at Leo. She was secretly

buns.” Bria suddenly reached out and passed

on her face, and it

thought that her mother’s cooking was the best, so she sincerely wanted her father to try

fall in love with her mother’s cooking,

hand still holding the spoon as

whispered harshly, trying