When I Was a Wallflower (Leo and Amelie)

Chapter 38

Amelie hastily picked her up and looked toward the woman.

Meanwhile, the woman was looking at them as well. “Who are you? Why are you here?”

Her expression softened a little.

She roughly pushed her messy hair over her head, revealing her entire face.

“Mrs. Gordon?” Amelie recognized the woman as she called out.

When Abby Gordon heard the beautiful girl calling her that, she couldn’t help but examine the latter.

“It’s me, Amy,” Amelie introduced herself.

It was only then that Abby recognized her. With a stomp of her foot, she clapped both her hands on her thighs ‘Amy! It’s been years since I last saw you. You’ve grown even prettier now. I almost couldn’t recognize you, and I thought you were a celebrity from somewhere.”

Amelie smiled shyly.

Abby continued, “Sorry for just now. I thought my stupid son came back, so that’s why I threw the washbasin. You weren’t hurt, were you?”

“No.” Amelie wasn’t concerned about that. She looked up and gazed at the yard behind Abby. “Where’s my dad? Is he no longer living here? Or-”

A sudden extreme fear invaded her heart, and even her voice trembled.

“Your dad is fine.” Noticing Amelie’s pale face, Abby guessed that Amelie was overthinking things, so she hastily said, “He complained about how this house was too big for one person, so he moved into the smaller house at the end of the street. Our family is huge, so I discussed it with him, and he agreed to rent the place

to us.”

Abby grinned, a guilty look flashing across her face.

Even though they called it renting, she never paid him a single cent all this while.

Steven never urged her, so she pretended it never happened.

On the other hand, Amelie wasn’t in the mood to think about these things as she said, “Can you take me to my

dad?”

“Of course.” Abby thought that since she was living in their house, she should at least help them with this little request

As she strode with her thick legs, Abby took Amelie to the end of the street.

Soon, they found a small shop facing the street.

It was rundown and shabby, and it didn’t even have a sign.

“Your dad is in there” Abby pointed at the shop as she spoke.

Amelie looked at the shop

It wasn’t just worn-out, it was pitifully tiny.

A few items were piled outside the shop, and most of them were the toys she used to play with during her

childhood

little bicycle, a skateboard, and

so much history, Amelie couldn’t stop her tears as they streamed right down her

face.

about to holler for Steven to come out when Amelie stopped her. “I’ll go in on my own.”

she took step after careful step

past the darkened old alley and

the shopfront, and it was filled with shoe patterns.

were various and

she couldn’t help but pause in her tracks and reached out to

she could only proceed further to

the back of the house.

he sat at an antique shoe machine. His back was

movements were slow, whereas his hair was a mixture of gray and

at him,

recognize at a glance that this man in front of her was none other than her father, Steven Dillon.

doubted herself a

her memories, her father’s hair wasn’t this white. When she got married, his hair was still dark

much either. He was a bonafide middle-aged man with broad shoulders and a

stature

weren’t this slow either….

the sorrow in her heart, she called in

working man paused

he slowly turned around.

he revealed his wizened and wrinkled

gentle from all the years

reading glasses covered his face, adding to him a hint of

his glasses as

me Amelie took a few steps toward Steven, sobbing. In her raging emotions,

as tears fell from her eyes.

went to her and took her hands. “It’s really you, Amy-you’re

happily this

wiping away the tears on her face. “Child, why have you gotten

thin?”

which was a stark contrast to her appearance now. Now, her chin was extremely sharp, and her body was terrifyingly

into the Alston Family. Instead, he worried greatly for her health, and

and she wanted more than anything to give herself a heavy slap

you’re back.” Steven was obviously happy about her

he led Amelie outside. “I’ll whip something up for you. What

Amelie to bits, and he would always pamper her ever since

it were the middle of the night, or if he had to go through a lot of trouble, he would still do everything he could to provide her with all the

back, but she chose to

father’s grace and love for her with

regret rolled down Amelie’s cheeks once

the back, comforting her like he used

later, the two finally

room, they caught

child…” Steven gazed at the adorable little girl in between the shoe racks, his eyes lighting up