A Matter of Wife and Love
Chapter 202

After the stream, Amelie's forehead was drenched in sweat.

She took off her fox mask, wiped her sweat, then pushed Bria out of the streaming room.

"Mommy, are you asking Mr. Gareth to pretend to be Daddy?" Bria couldn't help but ask.

There was a troubled look in her large eyes.

She liked Blake, but she liked Leo as well.

She found it extremely difficult to choose between them.

Amelie caressed her small cheek. "Bria, you haven't recovered yet, so you can't join the event. I'll be in the audience with you, and we can cheer the other children on."

Bria pursed her small lips, but she didn't say anything in the end.

When Amelie opened the door the next day, she was surprised to see a large and slender figure standing at the entrance.

The man stood there silently, his stern aura causing the entire corridor to feel suppressive.

"Mr. Alston?"

Amelie was stunned when she saw the man in front of her.

After making it so clear before, she thought that he wouldn't visit again.

"I'm here to see Bria." Leo's expression was cold.

He had always been a serious man, but now, he had grown even colder, and there was a distant look in his eyes.

When Amelie heard that, she stepped aside and allowed him passage.

Leo walked into the house.

After taking a few steps, he paused and turned around slightly. A seemingly nonchalant look colored his eyes as he said, "So you're asking Blake to attend the event at Bria's school, eh?"

Amelie was stunned. She didn't think that he would know about this.

She had only mentioned this while streaming.

Had Leo been watching her streams?

Even though Leo already knew that she was Foxy, she didn't think that he would watch her streams.

Noticing her silence, Leo allowed his expression to turn even fiercer. "Bria is my daughter; she doesn't need anyone to replace her father! She doesn't need outsiders to join her events!" For a moment, the entire house fell into silence.

Leo paused for a moment, then asked, "What time?"

Amelie realized that he was asking when the event would be held. Even though Bria couldn't participate and would only spectate at most, she still told him the answer.

"I'll be there on time," he said calmly.

Amelie was speechless.

Leo had visited quite early, so Amelie hadn't had time to make breakfast yet.

Steven had an urgent matter to attend to and was back in Quinn Town. Hence, Amelie had taken on the task of making breakfast.

When breakfast was ready, she walked over to wheel Bria out of the room.

When she entered the room, she saw Bria lying in Leo's arms, staying quiet like a doll.

Her little fingers were flipping through a book.

As Leo held her, he read the book out loud in his deep voice.

The tense voice he always used had softened now, and he didn't seem as serious as he usually was; tenderness had washed over him. Meanwhile, Bria seemed to enjoy the feeling of being embraced by him. As she listened, she narrowed her eyes comfortably while smiling. When they finished the book, Bria finally noticed Amelie's presence and called out to her.

It was only then that Amelie removed Bria from Leo's embrace. "It's time for breakfast."

With that, she placed Bria onto the tiny wheelchair and began pushing her outward.

Meanwhile, Leo turned around and looked at the two.

There was a hint of envy in his eyes.

Amelie thought she was seeing things, but still, she asked politely, "Mr. Alston, would you like to join us?"

"Sure." Leo stood up as well.

He frowned a little. He didn't like her calling him 'Mr. Alston'.

On the other hand, Amelie was at a loss for words.

She thought that he would decline, and she didn't mean to invite him along at all.

Sadly, what was said had been said, so she couldn't take back her words. It was fortunate that she made extra breakfast.

Amelie wheeled Bria out of the room, then poured a bowl of chicken soup for Bria and Leo respectively.

Leo looked down at the chicken soup, an ambiguous look in his gaze.

Amelie suddenly remembered that this was his favorite dish. Her expression stiffened as she hastily explained, "Bria likes it as well, so-"

Leo didn't say anything as he picked up a spoon and began eating.

He was especially quiet when he ate, and he carried himself elegantly.

Amelie watched him for a while, a dreamy feeling fleeting across her mind.

She never thought that she could still sit at the same table and have breakfast with him after their divorce, nor had she expected that he would be willing to eat her cooking. Back then, she put in a lot of effort to study his preferences. She memorized his likes and dislikes and made every meal strictly according to his tastes.

However, he always avoided her cooking, refusing to try even a bite of it.

If she had cooked all the dishes, he would ask Miss Potts to make another dish for him. Even though it was history, when she recalled it now, she still felt her chest tightening. Amelie drew a long breath discreetly.

He probably hated it even now, and he was forcing himself to eat just to accompany Bria.

Amelie had accepted this outcome a long time ago. Refusing to dwell on the past which would only sadden her, she stopped thinking about it and lowered her head to eat. The atmosphere at the dining table was awkwardly quiet.

Even though Bria was focused on eating, she kept stealing glances at Amelie with her large eyes, then at Leo. She was secretly observing the adults' reactions. "Daddy, have some dumplings. Mommy made them herself. Mommy also baked these buns." Bria suddenly reached out and passed a dumpling and a bun to Leo. There was a proud look on her face, and it was paired with an earnest wish.

She thought that her mother's cooking was the best, so she sincerely wanted her father to try them.

Of course, she also wished that Leo would fall in love with her mother's cooking, hence deciding never to leave her mother again.

Leo froze for a moment, his hand still holding the spoon as he looked at Bria silently.

"Bria!" Amelie whispered harshly, trying to remind Bria.

Leo was already forcing himself to eat Amelie's chicken soup, so Bria shouldn't get more of her cooking to tarnish his stomach.

She reached out and was about to retrieve the dumpling and bun from Bria's hand when another large hand interjected and snatched them away.

Amelie looked at Leo in shock.

After grabbing the food, Leo lowered his head and took a bite of the dumpling.

Amelie was speechless.

"You don't have to force yourself if you don't like it." Unable to suppress it any longer, she spoke up.

Leo didn't seem to hear her.

Amelie couldn't do anything but extend a hand toward him.

He didn't return the food. Instead, he ate them all, taking bite after bite.

Amelie fell silent.

Never mind, then.

She couldn't be bothered anymore.

After breakfast, Amelie went into the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Leo stood quietly in the living room, watching the woman bustling about in the kitchen through the glass door that separated the two living spaces.

His lips were tightly pursed.

In the past, he never ate the food she made because he hated her.

Today was the first time he tried her cooking-it was delicious.

When he ate the food she made, he felt warm and fuzzy inside, and it was especially comforting.

It was the same as when he ate the food Big Eyes made.

However, he knew that Big Eyes' cooking skills were a far cry from Amelie's.

Even though Amelie wasn't a top chef, her skills were extremely mature.

Big Eyes, however, knew nothing about cooking. Everything she made was a mess, and he felt more like a test subject than anything when he ate her food.

Leo was deep in thought when someone tugged on the corner of his shirt.

He lowered his head to see Bria holding a picture. "Dad, I drew Grandpa's house. Is it good?"

Leo reached out and took the picture.

Even though the child's drawing was innocent and crude, he looked at it earnestly and said, "It's very pretty."

"Of course!" A grin appeared on Bria's proud little face. "Grandpa lives in Quinn Town, and it's the most beautiful place in the world!"

"Quinn Town?" When those words popped up in Leo's mind, his nerves were suddenly wrecked as his expression shifted accordingly.