A Matter of Wife and Love

Chapter 380 We Should Indulge Ourselves
The guy-in-charge noticed that someone was coming to their aid, so he casually spat
out his cigarette with a “pfft” and jogged over to join the fray.
But right before he could get there, he was cut off by another person, and the two of
them started duking it out. Amelie could see that it was Eugene who came to help
them; he was Leo’s assistant, so…
Amelie didn’t have time to overthink things; she quickly leaped into action and ran
over to help Leo. It was two against two, and with help now, Amelie felt that things
were much easier.
Those dudes were no match for Leo’s skills, and Amelie was a great backup.
After a few minutes of intense fighting, they heard two thuds as both men hit the
ground hard. Leo was brutal; his every punch hit the men right where it hurt most.
One of the men was rolling around clutching his chest in agony while the other was
straight-up knocked out cold.
Amelie glanced at the writhing man on the ground before turning to Leo. He wasn’t his
usual stoic self anymore; his handsome face was twisted in a rare, murderous rage.
She didn’t know whose blood was on his cheek, but it only added to his cold, fierce
demeanor, making him look like a resurrected god of war! After knowing him for so
many years, Amelie was surprised to discover that Leo was such a skilled fighter.
no.vel.e.book It was also the first time she had ever seen him act so cold and ruthless,
and it made her heart skip a beat.
Suddenly, she heard a muffled noise. She turned her head only to find that Eugene
was getting his butt kicked and was now knocked down by the opponent.
Amelie rushed over to help, but somebody grabbed her wrist and said, “Stay back. I
got this!”
Before she could even react, the person let go.
At the next moment, Leo had already started fighting with the man.
Three-on-one was a tough fight, and it was hard to break past.
Besides, Amelie wasn’t as good of a fighter as Leo and Eugene, so jumping into the
fray might give the opponents an opening, which was not worth the risk.
So, she stood back and called Samuel for some advice.
Samuel was very worried when he found out that Amelie was in trouble abroad, but all
he could do was remind her, “Don’t call the cops. The legal system there isn’t as solid
as it is back in Corynthea, and you might end up in deep trouble.”
Amelie didn’t really want to call the police in the first place because she was worried
about the laws being different in other countries. So, after Samuel’s warning, she
dropped the idea altogether. By the time she got off the phone, Leo and Eugene had

already taken out the leader.
And in the distance, the sound of police sirens could be heard…
Amelie rushed over to Leo and relayed Samuel’s message.
“Let’s get out of here, now!”
Leo understood the gravity of the situation and pulled her toward the car.
Eugene quickly opened the door for them. His clothes were torn apart and his sleeves
were covered in dirt and blood. Besides that, his messy hair also made him look
rather disheveled.
Amelie didn’t say much and simply waited for Leo to join her in the car. Suddenly, a
force pushed her forward into the car from behind.
As she settled into her seat, she glanced over at Leo, who had lowered his head.
Meanwhile, Eugene had already taken the driver’s seat, and the car sped off quickly.
Near the bustling entrance of the supermarket, a vehicle was parked in the open-air
parking lot, camouflaged among the other cars. Its windows were tightly shut and
covered with brown tint film, making it impossible for anyone to see what was
happening inside.
No one paid any attention to the car. However, unlike other cars, there were people
inside this one.
A rough, gravelly voice spoke up from the backseat, asking, “What do you intend to
do? You went through so much trouble and even injured four of our men.”
The speaker, who had a dark complexion, turned to the person sitting next to him.
The man next to him with a fair complexion was none other than Chandler.
He lounged in the plush leather seat, his features accentuated by the black leather.He
appeared sinister and his face was cold and pale.
Unlike his previous subservient demeanor while in the Alston Residence, he now sat
with his left leg crossed over his right while emitting a leisurely light from his eyes.
His fingers absently flicked at the cuffs of his shirt as his lips curved into a sly smile.
“I’ve achieved the outcome I desired,” he stated calmly.
“What have you achieved?” The dark-skinned man repeated, still trying to
comprehend.
“Someone rescued the woman,” he reminded Chandler.
He had inquired if they needed to send more men, but Chandler declined. He knew
Chandler would never engage in meaningless combat, so he had to have a more
significant objective in mind.
“I’m finding it increasingly difficult to understand you,” no.vel.e.book the dark-skinned
man admitted, feeling bewildered.
Chandler smiled nonchalantly and lifted his chin to face the dark-skinned man.
“You just described what I had hoped for,” he replied.
Suddenly, the dark-skinned man saw the light.
“You wanted the woman to be saved?” he exclaimed, realizing Chandler’s cunning
strategy.
“You’re half-right”
Chandler said, sitting up and effortlessly deciphering the dark-skinned man’s thoughts.
However, he refused to elaborate further.
Instead, he extended his hand and meticulously straightened the man’s shirt collar,
smoothing out the creases on the floral- patterned fabric.
“Nightwing, we’ve made enough money to last a lifetime. We’re financially free now,
so we should indulge ourselves, don’t you think?”Once the car had driven away, Leo’s
deep voice rang out, asking, “Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere? Do you need to
go to the hospital?”
Amelie heard him and was momentarily taken aback as she turned her head to face
him.
Having seen him wash his hands after touching her before, she had assumed that he
loathed her. But now, Leo appeared genuinely concerned; his usual seriousness was
replaced by a look of worry.
“I’m okay” she eventually replied.
“Alright,” Leo responded.
Seemingly realizing that he had lost his composure, he coughed lightly and moved
away from her, putting some distance between them.
Amelie could tell that he was avoiding her, so she didn’t press the issue.
Instead, she considerately leaned toward the opposite side, widening the gap
between them.
As the car sped down the road, Amelie couldn’t help but notice the bloodstain on
Eugene’s sleeve.
“Mr.Cornelius, are you hurt?” she asked with concern, pointing at the red stain.