A Matter of Wife and Love

Chapter 362 Why Do You Have to Be Sympathetic Toward Your Ex-wife?

When she finished speaking, Amelie saw Leo open his eyes. He froze as their gazes met. Even though they were divorced and didn’t interfere in each other’s lives, she couldn’t help but recall what had happened during the day and felt discomfited. However, she still greeted him politely.

“It has been a while, Mr. Alston.”

He did not answer but reached out his hand to stop the woman from feeding him. His eyes lingered on Amelie as he bit his lips, his inner thoughts indiscernible.

“Mr. Alston, is she your ex-wife?” The woman beside him spoke in a delicate voice after she noticed him looking at Amelie while glancing several times at her involuntarily.

“Mr. Alston may have played around a little during these two years, but he truly fancies the serious type,” Ashton went on, his eyes looking at Amelie meaningfully in a clear attempt to anger the minor celebrity. “You should learn that well and be more dignified. Don’t take off your clothes in front of him too quickly, or people will get weary of you far too soon.”

He was clearly trying to elicit hatred toward Amelie, and Amelie knew that. She pretended not to understand him, ignoring the hateful look the woman beside Leo sent her as she marched toward the table and poured herself a glass of alcohol. She gave Ashton a toast, saying, “I didn’t offend you on purpose, Mr. Lowe. It’s my fault, and I apologize for that.”

She downed it when she finished speaking and poured another. Just as she was about to drink it, someone stopped her halfway.

“You two were married before. Why aren’t you sympathetic toward her? Here, I’ll give her a chance by allowing you to drink on her behalf.” Ashton pressed down on her hand as he spoke to Leo, seemingly oblivious that the atmosphere would worsen.

“Didn’t Mr. Lowe say that she’s your ex-wife? Why do you have to be sympathetic toward her?” Leo hadn’t even responded, yet the minor celebrity beside him was not having it. She pursed her lips as if protesting the unfairness of it. Anyone could see that she didn’t want any contact between Leo and Amelie.

Everyone else in the room either knew Amelie or didn’t, but they wouldn’t miss such a good show when it was happening right there. They melted into the background and watched with total concentration, not wanting to interrupt.

finished speaking. He continued to bite his lips in silence, but his gaze had left Amelie, which made her braver. She eyed Amelie scornfully. “I

Amelie hadn’t let go of Leo and wanted to reconcile with

felt amused by that. If she wanted to get back with Leo, she wouldn’t have waited until now. Not wanting to waste any time, she pushed Ashton’s hand away and downed the

before her cool gaze landed on Ashton’s face. “Goodbye, Mr.

left the suite. Leo looked at the glass she had left behind with dark and unreadable

it has a high alcohol concentration.” Ashton’s intriguing voice

celebrity simmer with anger, yet she didn’t dare express it. She looked at Leo anxiously, her fingers tangled

from it. He did not say anything throughout it all, seemingly as though

observed his attitude and quickly served up

…

hadn’t left the suite for long when she felt her head becoming heavy. She began to stumble; her world was blurry, and her surroundings were swaying around as if she had a plastic

her chin to hold her head up as she let the wind

tapped

get dizzy if you get drunk and stand in the cold wind. Let me help you to someplace where you

see a blurry face swaying in front of her. She could make out the uniform of the other

waiter who nearly collided with

mechanically and allowed him to help her

I want a smoothie,” Amelie called out when she shot up from the bed, her eyes

again. “I’ll wake Bria

her slippers but couldn’t find them, which made her open her eyes slowly. It wasn’t the warm interiors of her home