My Sugar and Your Spice (Amelia and Leo)

Chapter 378 Blackmailed Into Becoming ATMs

Amelie stared at Leo's back in confusion.

She then saw him stop by the sink and fervently pump some soap into his hands.

Soon, his hands were covered in bubbles.

He began to scrub hard.

He scrubbed and washed, then washed and scrubbed.

She could not resist walking over to stand behind him.

She clearly remembered the hand he was washing to be the hand she held just now.

"Do you think I'm dirty?" she immediately asked when the thought popped into her head.

"It has nothing to do with you."

He did not look up as he coldly uttered those words.

His response rendered her speechless.

He spent a few more minutes washing his hands before forcing himself to go back to the dining table.

Their appetites were clearly affected by the incident as they barely took a few bites before declaring

they were done with dinner.

He silently sat there for a few minutes before getting to his feet. "Rest early."

He then strode out of the room.

She watched him walk away with narrowed eyes.

Something about him felt off.

Still, she could not say exactly what was off.

After dinner, she spent a few minutes chatting with Bria and Steven over a video call.

It was midnight by the time they were done.

Too lazy to call for a staff member to clear the table, she scraped the food into the trash bin.

Then, she brought the bag out to the big bin outside.

She was turning back to her room when she spotted Eugene standing near a lamp talking on the

phone.

The dim light of the corridor was so dark that she would not have recognized him if she was not paying

attention.

He had evidently not seen her though as he softly said into the phone, "I don't know what's going on

with Mr. Alston, but he suddenly took an hour-long shower. Did he ever do this at home?"

"Yes, but not often." Melissa was not as worried as Eugene as she held her red nails up to the light with

an admiring look in her eyes.

"Perhaps, he touched something dirty. He's quite the clean freak."

She then placed her hand down and indicated for the servant to continue with the nail polish.

In her eyes, worrying about her nails was much more beneficial than worrying about Leo's boring

shower problem.

As Eugene heard her nonchalant tone, he internally sighed.

Leo might appear to be a cold man, but he at least cared about his mother.

He was on this business trip for her.

As for Melissa? Her son seemed to only exist so that she could grow her reputation.

Even as Leo's assistant, he could tell something had happened, yet Melissa did not know, nor did she

care to know.

Unable to resist feeling bad for Leo, he reminded her, "Mrs. Alston, please show some care for Mr.

Alston if you have the time."

However, all he heard was Melissa barking at a maid. "Make it perfect or I will be laughed at tomorrow

by that group of housewives!"

Ah…

He sighed once more and silently hung up.

When he looked up, he just so happened to meet Amelie's eyes.

When Amelie heard Leo had been showering non-stop after heading over, she could not help but recall

how he washed his hands previously.

She had been so lost in her thoughts that she forgot to be subtle. That was how she locked eyes with

Eugene.

It would seem too awkward for her to avoid him now, so she walked over to him.

"Miss Dillon." Surprise flashed in his eyes. "You're here."

Leo had only told Eugene he had given his room away to someone else. Eugene was astonished;

since when had Leo been so generous?

His dazed eyes could not resist glancing at Amelie's room when he spotted her.

She did not tell him much. "I'm here for some work-related business."

She was not that close to him, so there was soon nothing for them to talk about. He had planned on

walking away, but she did not leave. Instead, she hesitantly asked, "Does Mr. Alston often take hour-

long showers?"

He shook his head. "No. The last time he sent you off at the airport, he spent a while washing his

hands. Then, there's today…"

"Sent me off?" She was confused.

He smiled. "It was very hazy then. Mr. Alston worried about you and followed you all the way to the

airport. When he saw you sleeping in the airport, he even asked an employee for a blanket to keep you

warm."

His true goal of telling her all that was to let her know just how much Leo loved her. He wanted them to

get back together.

She frowned harder upon hearing that.

She thought the blanket was from Toby, yet it was actually from Leo.

That meant he was washing his hands because he touched her.

Did he hate her that much?

When Eugene did not hear a response from her, he assumed she was touched by Leo's gesture and

could not resist telling her more. "Mr. Alston might look like he doesn't care about Bria, but he has

always loved her. He would buy a present for her every birthday and holiday, but he never gave her any

of them."

He looked expectantly at her.

It was only then that she snapped out of her thoughts and distractedly hummed in response.

She had never once stopped Leo from visiting Bria.

He decided to cut them off on his own.

…

The agency Samuel contacted worked fast. They were calling her the next day at ten in the morning.

"Miss Dillon, we have looked into your target and found that they're not entrepreneurs or businessmen.

They're merely thugs. All these years, they would lure investors in with negotiation meetings to get

evidence of their dirty sides to blackmail their victims into becoming their ATMs."

"Thanks."

Amelie gasped when she heard what the detective agency found. She was so thankful she did not

immediately meet up with them.

Now that she did not need to meet them, she quickly packed up and signed out of the hotel before

walking over to the cab zone. She planned on heading to the airport.

At the cab zone outside the hotel.

Just as a cab pulled out, another cab suddenly cut in and pulled to a stop before the car that had been

in the line.

The cab driver waiting in line instantly blared his horns in dissatisfaction.

The newcomer did not move though. It was clear he would not leave unless he had a customer.

When Amelie walked out of the hotel, the driver of that cab jumped out and said to her in Perouvian,

"Hello."

He then grabbed her bag and put it in the trunk.

While the cab that had been waiting was furious, he did not want to cause a fuss and reduce business.

Hence, he had no choice but to swallow his anger.

She knew nothing about the cab's rude behavior, and she did not think much about it since she was in

a rush. Hence, she swiftly got into the cab.

As the door slammed shut, she saw a man slowly crawl up from under the seat to sit next to her.

"You're so rude, Miss Dillon. You didn't even tell me you were coming. I was going to treat you to a

meal." The man's face was covered in stubble as his lips spread in a menacing grin.

She recognized his voice; it was the so-called project manager who called her.

Sirens instantly rang in her mind.

She reached out to push the door open.

Clack! The door was immediately locked.

The next thing she knew, the cab had sped out of the area and onto a busy road.