When I Was a Wallflower (Leo and Amelie)

Chapter 41

She kept tugging at Amelie’s sleeve as she led the latter to the phone screen, pointing at the screen with her tiny finger. “I only know the words ‘think’ and ‘can’. What does it mean? Is this person saying that they want to learn from Grandpa?”

Amelie’s gaze landed on the direct message on the screen. Indeed, the sender was inquiring about learning Steven’s ancient skills via text message. Even though it was just an inquiry, at least they had good intentions.

Amelie hastily talked more with them, then agreed on a time and place to meet-up.

The person could only come the day after tomorrow.

When Steven heard from Amelie that someone was willing to learn more about his craft, he was elated as well. He took the effort to polish his tools until they shone, then even lubricated everything.

Not only that, even the racks in front were rearranged. From his behavior, Amelie could see his passion for passing on this craft. She swore to herself that she would definitely do everything she could to convince the person to stay as a disciple.

The next day, Steven took Amelie and Bria on a tour around the area.

Bria was curious about everything in this town, especially when they arrived at the clear creek at the edge of the town. No child would be able to resist the temptation of a running river. With a splash, the girl immediately leaped in, playing with the clear river water to her heart’s content.

She would splash water around, then run around in the water, then plop her face under the water and hold her breath. Her clothes were completely drenched, but she didn’t seem to mind it one bit.

Bria rarely had the chance to play in the water, and this was natural mountain water, so it was cooler than usual water.

Bria isn’t the strongest child. I wonder if it’s alright to let her go on. Fearing that Bria might catch a cold, Amelie could only ask Steven to look after Bria as she walked home to grab a change of clothes for Bria.

She had just arrived at the entrance when she saw a slender figure at the door.

The man wore a perfectly-tailored white suit. His figure wasn’t perfect, but it was still quite a sight to behold. His hair was tied into a bun, and his medium-length forelocks split to the sides, somehow resembling a lumberjack.

As if sensing the movements behind him, the man turned around. When their eyes met, there was a shock on both their faces.

“Amelie… Dillon?” The person shouted out first.

Amelie also exclaimed, “Mr. Walsh?”

The man standing in front of her was none other than one of Leo’s friends, Toby Walsh.

her to meet him there. This is just a small town, and the Walsh Family’s business couldn’t possibly have expanded this

on the bunch of keys in her hand. “You

pointed at the door in front of him, but Amelie didn’t know

his eyes suddenly clearing up as if he had

she lived here, it wouldn’t be evidence enough to prove that she was

he come

thoughts as he explained, “Your voice is the

a soft ‘oh’.

though Toby was Leo’s friend, he wasn’t full of enmity toward her like Ashton

am Foxy herself.” She had never concealed it on purpose before, as she admitted to it right away.

smiled with an

felt that Foxy looked

so, Leo just lost a precious

much. “What brings you here, Mr. Walsh?” she asked, intending to avoid

“I’m the person who sent you a

was surprised once again. “Didn’t you say that you’ll

the secret that you’re Foxy herself,

her head, pushing her hair behind her ear as she stayed silent, for she truly had no plans of appearing as

real lives; it would

of learning my father’s shoe-making craft? Is that right, Mr. Walsh?” She didn’t quite believe

even if he once had

didn’t marry Leo, you could definitely live a decent life. Why did you

that even Toby thought that she got together with Leo just for the money

tone was

mother had passed away while giving birth to her. Like

home and cry out her feelings to her father, so she secretly went to the hospital in town because that was where her late mother

her belt, she didn’t even know where her mother’s grave was, so she would go to the hospital every

sullenly sobbing as she sat in the hospital gardens, feeling like she was a sinner and had

heard a boy roaring.

helplessness, fury, and even self-abandonment were apparent in his

madman. As she was about to escape, she realized it was a boy about her age. The boy was lean and