When I Was a Wallflower (Leo and Amelie)

Chapter 342 Do Not Anger Me Using Other Men

Leo Alston!

At that moment, he was mercilessly biting and sucking at Amelie's lips like a ferocious beast. Her lips were in agony from his kiss.

When she looked at him, his eyes were half-closed. He was so close that his long lashes nearly brushed against her skin.

Rage burned in his eyes, and his jaws were tense. He held her so tightly that she could barely move an inch.

In her mind, Leo had always been a cold, aloof, and strict man. Moreover, strong emotions were not easily acted upon. This side of him was a stranger to Amelie.

The kiss continued for so long that she was running out of air. Her legs went weak as her body slid down to the floor despite her demands not to do so. When she was about to suffocate, he let go of her. Then, his arms were steadily wrapped around her waist.

"Have you gone mad?" As she did not even have the strength to stand up, her only option was to glare and breathlessly shout at him.

Suddenly, Leo pressed Amelie closer with a strong palm on her head and neck. "You are not allowed to be so intimate with those men!"

As soon as he thought of Blake hugging her and all the body contact that would have happened, his entire being would radiate with pain as if he had been scalded by boiling water.

Meanwhile, Leo's other arm curled even tighter around her waist as if he was trying to squeeze out any of Blake's scent from her.

His hot breath brushed against her earlobe as his lips were so close that he was almost kissing her ear. When she felt his heat, she thought she might be gobbled up and drowned in his breath. "Let go of me for now. I can't breathe."

After Leo heard that, he finally let go of Amelie.

At that moment, the elevator stopped. She bolted far away from him and turned to stare at him warily with her back against the wall. Then, she watched as he walked out of the elevator.

A stray strand of hair was hanging in front of one of his eyes, covering half of it, and his clothes were wrinkled, suggesting he had come in a hurry.

"Stop!" Amelie commanded.

Surprisingly, Leo obeyed and stood there.

The way he looked at her seemed much gentler than before. Still, it was the type of gentleness associated with a cocoon that trapped its prey with layers and layers of silk.

She was still panting hard, and his scent lingered in her mouth. Although she was no longer in his arms, he still surrounded her. It was such an unfamiliar and discomforting experience.

Suddenly, Amelie's heart trembled uncontrollably. It took her a while to calm down enough to speak again. "Speak if you have something to say."

"I got jealous because you were with Blake," Leo declared truthfully.

There was a dark yet bright light shining in his black eyes. It made him look so pitiful, like a child who had been wronged. He had always thought he would be okay with anything she did, even if it was done in revenge against him, as long as she did not leave his sight. However, when he saw the video of her skating with Blake, he realized he was not that great of a man.

She silently stared at him, feeling quite speechless upon hearing that.

With the state of their relationship, he had no right to make any demands on her.

However, when Amelie recalled what Leo did to Toby, she had no choice but to explain, "Blake and I merely think of each other as siblings. You're overthinking things."

"I won't allow it even if that's the case!" Then, he strode over and tugged at the straps of her bag.

Worried that Leo was about to do something again, she quickly let go of her bag. Still, she kept a close eye on every twitch and shift in his body, but all she saw was his fingers darting into her bag to pull a tiny knife from within it.

Seeing that, Amelie was rendered speechless.

That knife was something she brought around as a precaution against dangerous men. It was a small, discrete item. How did he know about it?

Then, he flicked the knife open and pressed the handle into her hand. "If you hate me, you can attack me yourself. Do not anger me using other men." He then pulled her hand over to point the knife at his chest.

While it did not have a long blade, it would still pierce his heart.

On the other hand, Leo looked so calm, as if being stabbed in the heart was trivial.

For a moment, Amelie felt the urge to sink the knife in and end his life. That would stop him from picking fights with her whenever he was bored.

Ultimately, she threw the knife back into her bag and spat out through gritted teeth, "Enough. I don't want to be a murderer yet."

"We've come to an agreement then," he stated swiftly.

That was quite a shameless response from him.

"I'm sorry, but that's something you decided. It has nothing to do with me." Amelie was in no mood to be fooled. "I have the right to date anyone I want. If you are really going to attack Blake, I do not mind being responsible for him for the rest of my life."

After Leo heard that, he silently stared at her, speechless. He would much rather she had stabbed him than listen to her say those words.

He was a man, and he knew what other men were like. How Blake looked at her was definitely not how a brother would look at his sister. Blake was ambitious!

Despite how much time had passed since that moment, Leo still felt the urge to scoop out Blake's eyes and feed them to the dogs. However, he would have fallen for his trap if he had been foolish enough to strike at Blake now.

Now that she had stated her piece, she could not continue talking to him. So, she turned around with a hand held over her mouth and headed for the door.

Bam! She slammed the door shut right in his face.

He was rendered speechless by that act.

…

It was the start of autumn. The leaves of the ginkgo trees were turning yellow. They formed a sea of shimmering gold.

A little girl sat at the small, sturdy table underneath the trees, dressed in a red dress and a pair of black Mary Janes, who was cheerfully swinging her legs to and fro. She held a strawberry ice cream cone in a chubby little hand. A happy smile was spread across her face as her tongue darted out to lick the creamy pink dessert.