When I Was a Wallflower (Leo and Amelie)

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.