When I Was a Wallflower (Leo and Amelie)

When Toby heard that, he raised his brows. “What is it?”

“While I’m trying to convince Owen, I can follow you to other places to discuss business, but Leo can’t

tag along. Also, I hope you won’t let him know I’m Foxy.”

Surprised, he blinked quickly. “Why? He treated you quite badly in those days. Don’t you want to take

this opportunity to leave an egg on his face?”

However, there was not much of an expression on her face.

Toby wore a mischievous smile. “If Leo cared a little about you, he would know that you’re Foxy four

years ago, and this project could have been started at that time. If you tell him now that you’re Foxy, the

egg on his face is definitely a rotten one.”

“Are you really Leo’s friend? You’re actually asking me to embarrass him?” Amelie commented half-

jokingly.

When he looked at her smiling face, it made him recall the two times he saved her when she looked like

a mess, and it wrenched his heart.

Yet, she didn’t know what was on his mind. As she lowered her head a little, she put a strand of her hair

behind her ear. “The best thing to do after a divorce is not see each other for the rest of our lives.

Embarrassing him doesn’t really matter.”

From the way she talked about this so openly, it was obvious that she had already let this go.

At this moment, Toby suddenly fluttered. “Since you’ve already let it go, isn’t it time to start the next

relationship? What kind of man are you looking for?”

When he asked the question, he stood straighter than he usually did to make himself look more

charming.

However, Amelie didn’t look at him and just shook her head. “I just want to have a peaceful life now.”

What she meant was that she already had no expectations for relationships.

Leo made her lose herself and even hurt her family, so she didn’t want this tragedy to happen again. She

also didn’t have the energy to start a new relationship.

When Toby heard that, the anticipation in his eyes dissipated along with her words, and he froze there for

a moment. He felt as though something inside him had been taken away, leaving a big empty space in

him.

“Too bad,” he mumbled under his breath.

Amelie didn’t know what he meant, but she just waved her hands at him to say goodbye. “Have a safe

trip then.”

As Amelie walked home from the hotel and was about a turn away from home, she suddenly heard a

vulgar curse. “Such a rude br*t! How can you lay your hands on people?!”

After that followed a clear voice of a girl, seemingly rebuking the comment, and that voice sounded like

Bria’s.

Hearing that, Amelie walked faster and just happened to see that a woman was pushing a little girl in

front of her. The little girl backed a few steps from the push, and that little girl was Bria.

The woman who pushed her had messy hair and was wearing a floral-printed shirt and pants with her

shirttail rolled up, making her look extremely cheap.

With her raucous voice, she bellowed, “My grandson is not someone you can lay your hands on! We

spent 200 thousand to save him when he was born. Can your family compensate us if you hurt him?”

She emphasized the word ‘200 thousand’ as though that was a huge amount of money.

At this moment, Amelie couldn’t help but go nearer. “What’s going on?” She strode to Bria’s back and

held her shoulders. Only then did she see the woman’s face.

Behind her messy hair was an unrefined face. Isn’t she Mrs. Gordon? When Amelie recognized the

woman, she was shocked.

She just came to our house last night to give us the fruit that only VIPs’ can eat, but now she’s already

treating Bria so rudely

When Abby saw Amelie, her politeness was nowhere to be seen. She scoffed, “Good that you’re here.

Your daughter laid her hands on my grandson. What are you going to do about this?”

Amelie looked at the big, chubby boy in Abby’s arms. His arm was as thick as Bria’s thigh. Yet, at that

time, he was wiping off his tears and looked extremely sulky.

On the other hand, Bria was furious. She was glaring at them with her big eyes, obstinately thinking she

had, done the right thing.

“Glare again, and I’ll scoop your eyes out!” Abby went near Bria and wanted to poke Bria’s eyes in front

of Amelie

Amelie blocked her swiftly and pulled Bria back a step. Then, she asked, “Did you hit him, Bria?”

“He called me an illegitimate child!” Bria shouted furiously.

“Kids with no father are all illegitimate!” the boy in tears refuted rudely.

When Amelie heard that, she was startled and turned to look at Abby.

Seeing that, Abby parted her mouth awkwardly. “Your child said that you’re divorced. I didn’t say that.”

When Amelie brought Bria back alone, Abby started to grow curious.

These days, she would hang around Bria to probe her about it. Since children wouldn’t have complicated

thoughts, Bria told her honestly when she was annoyed by her questions.

“Your child even said that you didn’t take anything with you. So, you’re divorced without any money?” she

asked enigmatically.

At this moment, Amelie finally understood that the change in Abby’s attitude was because Abby found

out that she was divorced without anything. She’s really hilarious.

“Even if I’m divorced, my child still has a father. Your kid said that Bria is an illegitimate child. Shouldn’t

he be apologizing for it first?”

“What? My grandson was beaten by your child, but you still want him to apologize? What kind of fallacy

is this?” Abby was acting so tough that she nearly poked Amelie’s face as she talked.

At that moment, Amelie held Abby’s finger and twisted it, hurting Abby so much that she started

screaming in pain Only then did she release her hold.

Then, Abby sat on the ground. “Crap. She’s attacking me!” Abby shouted and started to roll on the

ground, like a child throwing a tantrum.

Meanwhile, Amelie looked at her with a poker face as disgust could be seen from the corner of her

mouth. She’s staying in my house for free, but she wants to pick on me?

After Abby whined on the ground for some time, she started to call her son. “Tom, you need to rush back

home! Your precious son was beaten, and I was beaten too! Quickly come and save us! Otherwise, we’ll

be beaten to death” She dragged her words and cried as though she had really been bullied.

Before long, a man holding a carrying pole rushed over from afar, and that man was Tom Wilson himself.

He ran toward them angrily, and when he saw Abby, who was on the ground, he shouted furiously, “Who

hit

my mom? Step forward!”