When I Was a Wallflower (Leo and Amelie)

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Chapter 287 You Do Not Deserve Them

"What's the deal with Giada and the snake, anyway?" Fiona rubbed the salve over her feet as she

whispered to Amelie. She didn't think Amelie left the snake in the tent.

"Not sure," Amelie answered nonchalantly before she looked at Giada and Ellen.

Ellen was still shivering like a scared kitten, her eyes filled with tears. If anyone tried to scare her a

little, she would cry. However, Giada was now being friendly to her.

"That Ellen girl seems wrong in the head," Fiona muttered. Everyone can see that at this point. "We're

in a show. No matter the grudge, nobody would show it during the shoot. Only cuckoos do that."

Amelie froze for a moment. She had the same guess a while ago and now, Fiona was voicing it. Amelie

looked at her.

Fiona came over and held her hand. "I'm just saying that Mr. Alston treats you differently than he does

most people."

"Thank you." Amelie didn't share Fiona's thoughts, but she still appreciated the reminder.

"Let's go. We have some tea leaves to fry." Fiona held Amelie's hand and led her into the teamaking

room.

The staff had already set up a big pan. To make sure the teamaking was fully traditional, the teamaker

was using open fire. They heated their quality charcoal until they were red before tossing it into the

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stove. "We only hand-picked quality charcoal to ensure they won't create smoke or any odor. That'd

affect the tea leaves' texture."

This activity was new for the contestants, and they listened intently. Once the teamaker was done with

the explanation, everyone was given a pair of gloves. Amelie and Fiona then retrieved their tea leaves.

After the dehydration earlier, the leaves were feeling soft and they were radiating the refreshing aroma

of tea.

"They'll smell better if you dehydrate them more." The teamaker poured the leaves into the pan and

taught the ladies how to fry them.

Amelie started going through the process. The high heat from the pan was starting to make her sweat

but fortunately, her mask was preventing anyone from noticing that.

Leo didn't take part in the teamaking. He stood in the distance, his eyes on Amelie. She was less than

half the size of the pan and her oversized gloves looked overwhelming compared to her slender arms.

Even though she was wearing a mask, he could still see her beautiful eyelashes fluttering like butterfly

wings. Her attention was on her leaves, her lips pursed. Even though he couldn't see her face, he could

imagine it looking red and sweaty.

Unlike the other celebrities, Amelie wouldn't turn to the camera every so often. She was focused on

teamaking as if she was here solely for that. But thanks to her focused effort, she stood out among the

crowd.

The more Leo looked at her, the more he couldn't move his gaze away, but then a sweet voice said,

"Leo."

Ellen was holding a hatchling in her hand, carefully walking over to him. She presented the hatchling to

him like it was a treasure. "It's so cute. They just hatched and they were chirping at me." The hatchling

was all red and barely had any feathers. Eyes closed, it lay in Ellen's hand, chirping.

Noticing this scene, the cameraman quickly turned the camera to them, hoping to catch a sweet scene.

Alas, Leo ignored Ellen.

Ellen knew that she wouldn't get any response and the delight on her face was crushed. She started

blinking and a few moments later, she was tearing up. I thought I would get a nice scene. What's this

about? They started off okay, didn't they? They even hugged each other, so what's with Mr. Alston

ignoring her now? The cameraman had a lot of questions, but he dared not voice them out, so he

turned his camera away.

Ellen burst into tears and pulled her hand back like a sad little child. "How can you do this to me? I've

given so much to you!" Then, she touched her left eye.

Leo finally looked away from Amelie. When he noticed Ellen touching her left eye, even a cool and

collected man like him had to smirk sardonically.

With her head hanging low, Ellen missed that sardonic smirk. She was still grumbling, "Elyse stole my

credit and you gave everything to her. Now that you know the truth, you should marry me."

Finally, Leo said, "Credit? What credit?"

Ellen quickly tugged on her shirt. "Isn't it obvious enough? I was the one who stayed by your side when

you were blind, and I donated my cornea to you. I gave my own eye up for you, Leo."

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She didn't even feel nervous. Her mind was not right, and she thought she was the one who did all that

for him, though it was only her delusion. "I wrote down everything I did for you in this journal." She

whipped her book out of the bag.

But Leo didn't take it. A hint of disgust welled in his eyes and he looked away. "No matter how much

you have done for me, all I can give you is money. You do not deserve my love. " And you didn't

actually do anything for me. Leo didn't know why she would write that diary, but he couldn't be bothered

to ask.

Ellen cried even harder, but she didn't even wipe her tears away. At this point, anyone would start to

come to her aid, but not Leo. He wouldn't give a moment to anyone he didn't care about. She could

drop dead right now, and he wouldn't bat an eyelid.

Since her crying didn't work, he looked at him, trying to make him notice her. It was then she realized

he was looking elsewhere. She looked in the direction he was staring, and the thing she saw was

Amelie frying her tea leaves. Leo was staring right at the woman. Even though Ellen's mind was not in

the right place, she could still feel Leo's possessiveness toward Amelie. Stricken by grief, she buried

her face in her hands and quickly ran away.

After a lot of effort, Amelie and Fiona finally finished frying their leaves. The teamaker tucked the

leaves away in a container and told them they could make some tea in a moment.

Even though they were drenched in sweat, the ladies felt accomplished. They emerged from the room

together to wash their hands and prepare for the tea brewing. Right after Amelie started washing her

hands, Fiona screamed. Instinctively, Amelie turned around and she saw Fiona covering her mouth and

backing off, looking as if she had just seen something out of a horror movie.

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