My Sugar And Your Spice

My Sugar And Your Spice Chapter 38

Chapter 38

Amelie hastily picked her up and looked toward the woman.

Meanwhile, the woman was looking at them as well. “Who are you? Why are you here?”

Her expression softened a little.

She roughly pushed her messy hair over her head, revealing her entire face.

“Mrs. Gordon?” Amelie recognized the woman as she called out.

When Abby Gordon heard the beautiful girl calling her that, she couldn’t help but examine the latter.

“It’s me, Amy,” Amelie introduced herself.

It was only then that Abby recognized her. With a stomp of her foot, she clapped both her hands on her thighs ‘Amy! It’s been years since I last saw you. You’ve grown even prettier now. I almost couldn’t recognize you, and I thought you were a celebrity from somewhere.”

Amelie smiled shyly.

Abby continued, “Sorry for just now. I thought my stupid son came back, so that’s why I threw the washbasin. You weren’t hurt, were you?”

“No.” Amelie wasn’t concerned about that. She looked up and gazed at the yard behind Abby. “Where’s my dad? Is he no longer living here? Or-”

A sudden extreme fear invaded her heart, and even her voice trembled.

“Your dad is fine.” Noticing Amelie’s pale face, Abby guessed that Amelie was overthinking things, so she hastily said, “He complained about how this house was too big for one person, so he moved into the smaller house at the end of the street. Our family is huge, so I discussed it with him, and he agreed to rent the place

to us.”

Abby grinned, a guilty look flashing across her face.

Even though they called it renting, she never paid him a single cent all this while.

Steven never urged her, so she pretended it never happened.

On the other hand, Amelie wasn’t in the mood to think about these things as she said, “Can you take me to my

dad?”

“Of course.” Abby thought that since she was living in their house, she should at least help them with this little request

As she strode with her thick legs, Abby took Amelie to the end of the street.

Soon, they found a small shop facing the street.

It was rundown and shabby, and it didn’t even have a sign.

“Your dad is in there” Abby pointed at the shop as she spoke.

Amelie looked at the shop

It wasn’t just worn-out, it was pitifully tiny.

A few items were piled outside the shop, and most of them were the toys she used to play with during her

childhood

bicycle, a skateboard, and skating

much history, Amelie couldn’t stop

face.

Steven to come out when Amelie stopped her. “I’ll go

hand, she took step

darkened old alley

interior wasn’t much more spacious than the shopfront, and it was filled

patterns were

she couldn’t help but pause

she could only proceed further

at the back

his back to her as he sat at an antique shoe machine.

whereas his hair

at

this man in front of her was none other than her

doubted herself

she got married, his hair was still dark

a bonafide middle-aged

stature

movements weren’t

in her heart, she called in a low

man paused

he slowly turned

he did that, he revealed his

features were calm and gentle from all the years

face, adding to him a hint of a

glasses as he

In her raging emotions,

simply stood there as tears fell

took her hands.

singing so happily

examined Amelie from head to toe, wiping away the

thin?”

fat on her face, which was a stark contrast to

for ignoring him after she married into the Alston Family. Instead, he worried greatly for her health, and this only made Amelie even more

felt like she had been too cruel, and she wanted more

I’m so glad you’re back.” Steven was obviously

as he led Amelie outside. “I’ll whip something up for you. What would you

he would always

a lot of trouble, he would still do everything he could to provide her with all the food she

her to the moon and back, but

love for her with her whole heart,

down Amelie’s cheeks

back, comforting her

while later, the two

room, they caught sight

little girl in between the shoe racks, his eyes

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