A Matter of Wife and Love
Chapter 262

Amelie was rendered speechless. What is going on? I try to save Jodie but end up being accused of attempting to murder her instead.

"You must be mistaken, Miss Alston. Miss Foxy wanted to save you. The moment she bumped into us, she immediately asked me to help you," Fabian politely said, even though he was thoroughly shocked by Jodie's attitude.

However, Jodie scoffed and said, "She's only acting! I came here with her. If I drown, people will suspect her. That's why she pretended to look for help." She then pointed at the rope on the ground. "You see, Leo? My neck was still tied up with that. She knocked me out and tried to hang me. She's evil!"

Then, as if to prove she was telling the truth, she tilted her head to reveal the bruise marks on her neck. Her skin was very fair, and Amelie had struck her with all her strength to knock her out. Hence, her entire neck was covered in a bruise that was very shocking to look at.

"You now see Foxy's true face, Blakey?" Jodie even turned to look at Blake. "She's an evil woman!"

The way she was acting made Amelie burst out, chuckling. At first, I thought she must have misunderstood me, but now I realize it was deliberate. She plans to defame me in the hopes of turning Blake against

me.

"If that's what you think, I have nothing to say." Amelie could not even be bothered to explain what had happened. Then, she coldly shot Jodie a look before swiftly walking away. Moreover, she would never debate with a moron unless she was a moron herself.

When Jodie saw her walk away, she assumed Amelie was scared off by the accusations. "See," she proudly shouted. "Look at her. She's feeling guilty!"

"Why don't you explain? You're clearly not that kind of person," Fabian asked on the way back, confused.

She smiled and asked, "Do you think you can wake someone pretending to be asleep? Rather than doing something useless, why not look for the key?"

He chuckled and commented, "No wonder you can be an influencer with 100 million fans." I respect her for her lack of doubt and ability to stay focused on the task, unfazed by distractions.

"You're too kind." Amelie did not think highly of her, and Elyse was responsible for a large portion of her fan base.

"Oh, that's right. There seems to be hostility between you and Miss Clayton, Miss Foxy." Fabian could not resist gossiping.

At first, he believed, along with the others, that Foxy had feelings for Elyse.

What happened since then made it clear that Foxy was only here to cause trouble for Elyse.

However, Amelie merely smirked and did not reply to him.

Realizing he was intruding on her privacy, Fabian uneasily said, "I'm sorry."

As the two walked, she asked him where he and Fiona had been. Naturally, he told her everything he knew. She soon realized that the pair had never walked near the ravine, nor did they ever walk to the bottom of the cliff. If they did not go there, then who did?

Once Fabian and Fiona walked away, Amelie returned to the spot before the ravine.

The footprint on the ground was clearly left behind by a hiking boot. Nevertheless, the members of their group arrived wearing their regular footwear because they had no idea where they were going. So, there was only one possibility that someone had arrived with that type of shoe.

With that thought, Amelie's eyes brightened.

Then, Amelie waited a few more minutes to make sure Fabian and Fiona were out of earshot, then she made her way back down the cliff and into the pond. She examined the surrounding area and determined no additional footprints, indicating that the shoes' owner had stopped walking there. Hence, the key could be hidden near the pond.

At that thought, she removed her shoes and lifted every stone she saw near the water. She then noticed someone walking lightly behind her. Startled, Amelie turned around to replace a handsome face framed by a fringe looking back at her. "Blakey?" she gasped. "You're still here." "You haven't left, so why would I?" Blake replied with a smile.

Unbeknownst to her, he no longer had a blank poker face when talking. His eyes were now filled with a doting adoration for her.

"You guessed the key might be here too?" She did not analyze his answer and merely thought he had arrived at the same conclusion she did.

In response, Blake's face stiffened.

On the other hand, he didn't care about the key because Amelie was the only thing on his mind.

Not saying a word, he made his way over and kneeled in front of her, utterly oblivious to the stream of water. The next thing she knew, he had wrapped a slender hand around her fair ankle. "No matter how urgent the key is, you can't ignore your leg."

Amelie looked down at her leg to realize there were gashes on her leg. While the wounds were not deep, there were so many of them that it looked horrifying. Since she was in such a rush when she saw Jodie fall off the cliff, that's probably when she hurt herself. Even though her leg was injured, she was still preoccupied with replaceing the key. However, she did not expect Blake to spot such a hidden injury. What an attentive guy he is!

When he grabbed her ankle, she staggered to the boulder behind her to sit down. Then, he placed her foot on his knee when a bunch of herbs suddenly appeared in his other hand. She did not know what kind of herb they were. Later, she observed as he meticulously scraped away the herbs' thin outer membrane before applying them to her wounds as if they were bandages.

While doing so, he gently blew on the herbs. "My grandmother would always use this herb to treat my wounds when I was hurt. I can personally attest to the fact that they work," he explained gently and warmly Blake rarely talked about his personal life, so all Amelie knew about him was that he was an orphan. Nonetheless, she did not know that he used to live with his grandmother.

His eyes were so soft and peaceful when he mentioned his grandmother. There was a faint smile on his lips.

Evidently, those days were highly memorable to him.

On the other hand, she grew up with her father. Thus, it was inevitable that his words reminded her of her days with her father. She could not help but lose herself in her memories. Suddenly, Amelie heard a cold voice clearing their throat.

Snapping out of her thoughts, she turned at the same time Blake did to replace Leo walking over to them with a stern look.

The water was still dripping from his dark hair and his clothes. There was a murderous gaze on his stern face. Is it because he believes Jodie's statement? Is he here to question me without first changing? With that thought, she kept her eyes trained on him.

Leo was looking at them as well. However, his gaze was focused on the barefoot being held by Blake instead of her face.

She sensed his gaze slowly sharpening like an invisible blade; it was nowhere to be seen but extremely dangerous. Then, she uneasily pulled her foot out of Blake's grip before standing up.

"If you are here about what happened to your sister, I can only say that I am not an idiot who thinks nothing of 100 million fans." I have nothing further to say. Amelie had expressed her thoughts, and it was not up to her whether or not Leo believed her.

When she said that, he swiftly walked over to her.

Suddenly, her pupils shrank. What is he going to do? Is he going to hit me?

Before she could give another moment's thought to the situation, he was already standing before her.