When I Was a Wallflower (Leo and Amelie)

Chapter 339 If He Could Turn Back Time

"Don't you still have a competition? Why did you come all the way to pick me up?"

Amelie and Blake walked side by side.

Since he had a competition in town, she wouldn't miss it.

An innocent smile spread across his bashful face. "We're close friends. Can't I come to pick you up?"

His eyes blinked under his bangs, which accentuated his prince-like demeanor.

Amelie was happy to hear him call her a close friend. "Fine, then. Make sure to put in all your effort for the competition so that you don't disappoint your best friend."

"Of course," Blake hummed. Pulling her hand, he asked, "So, Amelie, will you be my partner today?"

She was taking a sip of water her assistant passed to her, but hearing Blake's request, she almost spat the water out.

"Are you in your right mind, Blakey? Why are you asking me to be your partner out of the blue? Don't you want to win first place?"

He smiled bashfully. "Well, it's a performance competition today, so the results don't really matter. Besides, audiences prefer to watch something fresh, so I thought of performing pair skating. You practiced with me many times before; you're a quick learner, and I'd like to think we both have good chemistry. There will be no major issues."

"He's right, Amelie," her assistant chimed in. "Pair skating was an idea given by the organizer. Even though Blakey is an expert in figure skating, he has never performed with anyone else but you. Figure skating requires chemistry. You're the only one who can help him out at such short notice."

Amelie no longer objected to the idea after listening to her assistant's explanation, yet she was still hesitant. "But I'm not as good as you—"

"It's alright. We can practice. I'll be in charge of taking over the difficult moves. All you need to do is follow my rhythm."

She was speechless. Was she being forced to do something out of her ability now?

"Come on. The practice rink is over there." Blake pointed at the ice rink opposite them. "We have 30 minutes before the competition starts, and I'm the last to perform, so we have another hour and a half to practice. We can make it."

"Are you sure?" Amelie was extremely doubtful, but she still went after him.

Jodie watched the scene as she stood behind them. Smoke seemed to emit from her head like a train as her anger piled.

"Damn you, Amelie Dillon!"

How many more men is she going to pester?! She is married yet still flirting with other men. Does Starlight Media just let her be?

Worst of all, she had to get entangled with the men around Jodie!

If it wasn't considered a crime, Jodie desperately wanted to peel Amelie's skin off! After huffing in anger for some time, she stomped toward the practice rink.

Amelie and Blake had already changed into their outfits for practice.

For the first time, he wore a black costume with gold threads on his collar and tassels hanging from his cuffs.

The outfit made him look even more elegant and extravagant.

If not for the woman beside him, Jodie would have screamed out loud like an infatuated fangirl.

Amelie wore a similar outfit as him but in red.

The contrast in their outfit colors produced a strong sensory impact.

In addition to their outstanding appearances, their perfect figures made them look as dazzling as stars in the sky.

In his skates, Blake made an elegant gesture of invitation to Amelie.

She had tied her long, silky hair into a bun, revealing her smooth forehead. With light makeup on, she looked youthful and energetic.

She didn't look like a woman who had given birth, and she even seemed to look younger than Blake. Coupled with her slim figure, she appeared petite standing beside him, who equally had a slender figure.

Jodie's eyes burned furiously. If she had known, she would have learned figure skating long ago; if she had mastered figure skating, Amelie wouldn't have stood a chance to steal her place!

Carrying the anger in her heart, Jodie took a few steps forward.

Blake and Amelie did not seem to notice Jodie's presence as he only had eyes for Amelie.

Amelie, on the other hand, was covering her chest nervously. "I don't think this is a good idea. I'm going to seriously affect your performance."

She was just an amateur figure skater; thus, she was worried that she might be photographed by reporters if she performed together with a professional like Blake.

Nonetheless, Blake did not show his impatience due to her repeated rejection. Instead, he offered her a bright smile that was as warm as the spring breeze, as soft as cotton. He enveloped her in his warmth, but of course, Jodie was the only one who could feel his intentions.

As expected, she fumed in anger. She could no longer hold back as she stormed toward them, wanting to pull Amelie away from Blake.

"What else can stop you in this world, Foxy?" Blake's voice suddenly sounded.

That made Jodie halt in her steps abruptly, her gaze filled with doubt and shock as she stared at the two. Her ears also perked up to listen to more of their conversation.

Blake added, "I can tell how relaxed you are in your live broadcasts! No matter what the fans ask to see, you show them. Your talent surpasses some who even trained ten years to achieve their skills!"

Is Amelie Foxy? Amelie… She's… Jodie ruffled her hair in frustration. All she heard were noises clashing in her mind.

Never did she expect Amelie to be related to Foxy.

How could that be?

How could they be the same person?!

Thud! Jodie was so shocked that she hit something and produced a noise.

Blake and Amelie were slightly startled as they looked in her direction.

Covering her face, Jodie scrambled away as fast as she could, so the two only managed to see her back.

Staff members would often come in and out of the practice rink, so the two didn't think too much of it.

Eventually, Amelie made up her mind. "Alright, then. I'll risk my reputation to help you. Don't blame me if I can't perform on par as you or if you get scolded because I affected your performance."

"I won't." Blake looked at Amelie with a tender and affectionate gaze. He was desperate to have her name written beside him on paper.

Even if it meant getting scolded, he felt it was an honor.

"I'm going to compete abroad soon with really strong competitors. I'm not confident in beating them, but being able to perform with you for once will boost my confidence," he uttered with a warm and light tone, just like the spring breeze.