When I Was a Wallflower (Leo and Amelie)

Chapter 361

Chapter 361 I Have a Six-Pack

Then, she saw a waiter passing by the stage.

He appeared young, his fair skin making him appear clean and fresh. He had a slim body as well, which was exactly the type of young hunk that was popular at the time.

Julia couldn't take her gaze away from him. "Look at his sweet face, slim waist, and long legs! How I wish I could touch him."

Amelie was completely stumped for words when she heard that.

"It's a shame I don't have a future with this young hunk," Julia lamented. "I'm about to become a married woman, and then an old woman. My, my…"

Julia's crazy words didn't bother Amelie, who turned her head back after staring at the waiter briefly.

When she turned around, she saw a tall man standing by the door.

Amelie had no idea how Samuel knew they were here, but she was certain he was staring at Julia right now.

Julia was seated with her back to the door. As a result, she was unaware that Samuel was present and continued to be awestruck by the waiter's good looks.

"Do you think I should go and feel him up a little?" she asked, grabbing Amelie's arm.

Amelie was rendered speechless once more. Previously, she only thought Julia had nothing better to do, hence the joking words. However, even Amelie was worried for her right now.

Amelie was well aware of Samuel's personality.

To outsiders, Samuel was a generous, classy, and mature man. However, to Julia, he wasn't a gracious man at all.

She had sought her doom by praising another man in front of him.

Amelie couldn't help but kick her, reminding her that she needed to keep her mouth shut right now.

However, Julia did not sense the impending danger at all. Instead, she became more animated in her discussion about the waiter, saying, "Look at his face! His skin is flawless, and it must be a pleasure to touch! If he has a six-pack, then coming here today is completely worth it!"

Samuel had already entered the room as she spoke. The moment Julia finished speaking, Samuel wrapped his arm around her waist, drew her into his embrace, and asked, "Whom do you want to touch?"


Julia was at a complete loss for words. She glared at Amelie from within Samuel's arms, and it seemed as though she was asking the woman why she hadn't warned her.

Amelie could tell what she meant as she shrugged her shoulders, her gaze seemed to say, "I already gave you a hint earlier!"

Julia was left completely tongue-tied.

Samuel, with his arms wrapped around Julia, looked out the window and saw the waiter as well. He then narrowed his eyes and said, "Don't worry, his figure isn't as good as mine. When we get home, you can feel my abs."

He then attempted to pull her out of her seat.

She refused to move, but he quickly carried her away after raising his chin at Amelie.

Amelie couldn't help but laugh when she saw Julia obediently in Samuel's arms, looking at her pitifully.

It was true that one thing curtailed another.

Julia was a person of wild character. However, whenever she was with Samuel, she could only be obedient to him.

Julia was the one who dragged Amelie to the bar at the outset. Hence, after Julia left, she felt uninterested in staying there.

She then drank two glasses of wine before paying the bill and leaving. As she passed through the dark hallway, a dark figure carrying a tray happened to walk toward her.

They were both walking quickly. As a result, when they noticed each other, it was too late for them to retreat.

Amelie's body was almost stuck to the wall. When she realized she had nowhere else to go, she quickly grabbed the arm of the person in front of her and pushed him out a little in the blink of an eye.

However, a figure suddenly dashed from the side, colliding with the person holding the tray.

Amelie immediately heard the tray fall to the ground, followed by the sound of glasses shattering.

Cold sweat broke out on Amelie's forehead. The next instant, someone turned on the lights, and the entire place instantly brightened.

The waiter, whom Julia had thirsted over earlier on, appeared in Amelie's sight. He didn't have the chance to clean up the broken glass pieces yet because he was too busy apologizing to the person who had crashed into him earlier. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Obviously, the wine in the glass had splashed all over the person. The person flicked his shirt in frustration. His rage was already showing even without him raising his head.

"I'm sorry. It's my fault. I was the one who pushed him." Amelie shouldered the responsibility, for she knew the waiter wasn't having a good time either.

"Are you blind?" the person yelled, raising his hand as if about to grab Amelie's collar. His hand stopped mid-air before coming to a halt. "Well, well. Isn't this my old friend?"

Hearing that, Amelie looked at him, and she saw Ashton's arrogant face.

He pursed his lips and stared at her mockingly. "What shameful deeds have you committed in the last few years for you to hide, Miss Dillon? Why haven't I seen you all this while?"

Amelie, on the other hand, felt her spine tingle when she saw Ashton.

He had never been satisfied with her in the past. Now, after offending him, he would not let her go easily.

She was right. The next second, Ashton raised a corner of his wine-soaked clothes and said, "Look. You've ruined my clothes, as well as my good mood. How do you plan on compensating me?"

"What do you want?"

After being frustrated over what to do for a few moments, Amelie quickly composed herself and threw the question back to him.

Ashton sneered mockingly and responded, "I don't want to make things difficult for you as well. Finish two glasses of wine as your penance, and I'll let you off."

Then, he walked into a private room, swaying his body.

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