When I Was a Wallflower (Leo and Amelie)

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.

come in, Mr. Walsh.” Steven invited Toby politely into the house and even brought out a watermelon that he had harvested himself. After cutting it

know where to start since those from rich families always had their watermelons cut into small chunks and used a small fork to eat.

them.

he was in an awkward situation. She rolled her eyes at him on purpose before taking a slice herself and sitting at the

the side of the door and wave it in the air.

was soon stained with the juice from the fruit. At

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

Lefore

legs, and follow wherever Amelie went. Her eyes would be dull, without any stream of brightness, and

anyone.

eyes now. She could even do things quickly and responsively and had her own

the doorway, she looked smart and adorable, no matter how Toby looked at her When compared to the old

sitting on the chair. Her actions were so much more elegant than Bria’s. Her eyes were like a crescent, and she was smiling with her lips pressing together. Although

white t-shirt on top with light-colored shorts at the bottom, displaying her slim waist and long

stingy woman at the Alston Residence, who never looked up to meet anyone’s eyes and always lowered herself in front of the Alstons as if she was a living zombie, had

in a person? Toby couldn’t help but curl his lips. They say marriage is the tomb of

his way of making shoes traditionally in detail. The process of making shoes traditionally

were looking at the two of them from a safe

really going to learn how to make shoes from

that, Amelie didn’t answer her, as she knew Toby’s actual purpose. It was just an excuse for him to learn to make

the lesson because

stubborn. He didn’t want his daughter to get tired from cooking. Resigned, she could only

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

he looked at her once again. Her expression was relaxed, and it was nothing like those anxious expressions those gold diggers had

father was just a shoemaker, she still treated