A Matter of Wife and Love by Mila

Amelie was stunned yet again as emotions flowed from within her gaze. Turning around, she coughed lightly.

“Blakey, it doesn’t matter if I go back or not. What matters is that I hope this segment can inspire you. You’re not

young anymore. It’s time to go out and find your significant other. An ideal man like you should be able to find a

pure person like you and close to your age fairly quickly.”

She had stated everything as clearly as she could.

That disappointed Blake greatly, making him feel like he had his soul sucked out.

Taking a step toward him, she placed her hands on his shoulders. “I’m an only child, so I view you as my little

brother. Blakey, you’re an irreplaceable existence to me. You’re family for life, just like my father and Bria. We’ll

always be family.”

He silently looked up at her. At that moment, her serious expression, pursed lips, and straight gaze told him that she

was being sincere. Although he wanted to be with her, she treated him as her brother… Makes sense. She’s an

exceptional woman. Even if I pour my heart and soul, I think I’ll only amount to being a figure-skating champion.

Countless disappointments and pensiveness welled up within Blake, yet he could only keep them in, for he did not

want to lose her even if it meant that he would stay by her side as her ‘brother’.

“Alright.” He nodded. “I understand, Amelie.”

This time, he felt pain when calling her name, but he did it with a smile, which had a sense of sadness from

Amelie’s point of view. This boy…

“If so, then how about we ‘siblings’ go back to the shoot? This is my first time joining a variety show, so I don’t know

much about anything. If you don’t go with me, I’ll get nervous,” he stated sincerely with a pitiful look, making it

unable to refuse him.

On top of that, Amelie was worried that something might happen to him during the shoot. Since he still had a few

upcoming competitions to take part in, nothing was allowed to go wrong. It’ll be better for me to take care of him if

I tag along.

With that thought in mind, she nodded. “Sure.”

They went through the ceremony with Blake receiving his award before celebrating over a meal. Then, night fell,

and his manager came to pick them up. Finally, the two bid their farewells.

While walking to her car, Amelie was sorting through the pictures on her phone when she found that they were all

images of him during competitions.

After Bria knew that she would be seeing Blake compete, she strongly requested for her mother to take pictures.

Understanding that her daughter was a die-hard fan, Amelie captured more than a hundred photos. Blake sure is

handsome. Any picture I select of him is as captivating as the last one.

After deleting some of the pictures, she saved the rest, planning to let Bria see them when she returned home. Yet,

just as she put her phone into her bag, she could feel it vibrating from inside.

Due to the number of affairs lately, she had been inundated with work, meaning that even though this was after

hours, she did not dare to miss any calls. Hence, she answered the phone.

“Hello, this is Serenity Bar. Your friend is drunk. Could you come and pick them up?” the caller asked.

“My friend?” Amelie was stunned.

She had two phone numbers; looking at the caller, she found that the person called her ‘Foxy’ number. Not a lot of

people knew about this number, excluding the staff from ‘Show Your Love’, so the only person who knew was Julia.

Could she be drunk?

Every time Julia got drunk, it was because of Samuel, so she would not call him to pick her up. Fearing that

something might happen, Amelie did not ask much as she told the person to look after her friend for a bit. Then,

she hung up and ran to her car.

Throwing the phone into her bag, she quickly started her ignition and drove at breakneck speed to the bar. Serenity

Bar, just like its name, was located a distance away. She kept driving until the name of the bar popped up in a

secluded area.

Although the place was especially remote, it looked fairly swanky as she got out and walked into the bar. There

were merely a few people in it with some employees in black uniforms and a janitor, who was wearing a black cap.

After Amelie asked one of the staff, she was brought to a private room.

“The customer is inside.” The waiter who led her was quite young.

Nodding, Amelie opened the door and found no signs of Julia but a man, who had his face covered, showing only his

dark hair. The dim lights reflected a platinum accessory on his arm. With his sleeves half rolled up, she noticed the

watch on his wrist. Where have I seen that watch…

The next moment, the man’s hand slid down from his face, revealing his sharp features. Even when he was drunk,

he still looked as stern as ever.

It’s… Leo?! So, the person that got drunk wasn’t Julia?

“Wait!” Amelie called out to the female waiter. “Pardon, but are there any women who got drunk here?”

The waiter shot a weird gaze at her. “The only person who got drunk tonight was this mister.”

It isn’t Julia! Amelie swept her hair back, speechless. I think the waiter must have misunderstood everything. After

all, shouldn’t Elyse be the person Leo wants to call?

“I’m sorry, but I don’t know him that well.” Not wanting anything to do with Leo, she attempted to leave.

However, the waiter panicked and stopped her upon seeing that. “But he insisted that I call this number.”

Amelie glanced at Leo, who was in a drunken stupor. I think he drank too much and just gave out a random

number.

“Our bar is different from others. We close at 11.00PM, and it’s already 10.40PM. If you don’t carry him away, then

nobody will be taking care of him tonight.” The waiter kept looking at her watch. “I have something urgent, so I

can’t stay behind and take care of him.”

After stating that, the waiter ran out in a hurry, looking as if she feared Amelie might continue pestering her.

The speechless Amelie swept back her hair again as defeat took over her face. She’s still Bria’s father, so I can’t

just leave him be.

After some thought, she fished out her phone and dialed Elyse’s number.

“What?” Elyse answered stiffly as if she was reluctant to pick up the call.

“It’s Amelie,” she stated who she was. “Leo’s drunk. I’m at—”

Before she could say the name of the bar, her phone was suddenly swept away. Perplexed, she was suddenly

embraced by someone from behind.

“No phone calls!” The man’s erratic breath came from beside her ear.

A strong smell of alcohol immediately attacked her nose, followed by a sound against the floor.

Thud!

It turned out that Leo threw her phone onto the carpet, which greatly stunned Amelie.

“Why did you give me up to another woman?”

She did not even have the chance to speak when he uttered that. Once again, he wrapped her into his arms.

What does he mean by giving him up to another woman? Isn’t Elyse the one he likes?

Not having the leisure to talk, Amelie kept attempting to pry his arms apart. Yet, he was behaving like a stubborn

child and held on tightly while his lips lightly pressed against her ears as if they were looking for something.

That persisted with his alcoholic scent enveloping her nose, making Amelie feel strange. As someone who had

never been so close to any man before, she felt utterly uncomfortable, yet she could not overcome his strength.

Despite struggling for a while, her effort was futile. Instead, she got herself all sweaty after the attempt.

It was then he suddenly fell backward, causing her to plop onto the couch along with him. Stunned by the impact,

she felt her brain going blank, but it was also that moment when he turned around and pinned her down…