My Sugar And Your Spice

Leo Alston!

At that moment, he was mercilessly biting and sucking at Amelie's lips like a ferocious beast. Her lips were in agony from his kiss.

When she looked at him, his eyes were half-closed. He was so close that his long lashes nearly brushed against her skin.

Rage burned in his eyes, and his jaws were tense. He held her so tightly that she could barely move an inch.

In her mind, Leo had always been a cold, aloof, and strict man. Moreover, strong emotions were not easily acted upon. This side of him was a stranger to Amelie.

The kiss continued for so long that she was running out of air. Her legs went weak as her body slid down to the floor despite her demands not to do so. When she was about to suffocate, he let go of her. Then, his arms were steadily wrapped around her waist.

"Have you gone mad?" As she did not even have the strength to stand up, her only option was to glare and breathlessly shout at him.

Suddenly, Leo pressed Amelie closer with a strong palm on her head and neck. "You are not allowed to be so intimate with those men!"

As soon as he thought of Blake hugging her and all the body contact that would have happened, his entire being would radiate with pain as if he had been scalded by boiling water.

Meanwhile, Leo's other arm curled even tighter around her waist as if he was trying to squeeze out any of Blake's scent from her.

His hot breath brushed against her earlobe as his lips were so close that he was almost kissing her ear. When she felt his heat, she thought she might be gobbled up and drowned in his breath. "Let go of me for now. I can't breathe."

After Leo heard that, he finally let go of Amelie.

At that moment, the elevator stopped. She bolted far away from him and turned to stare at him warily with her back against the wall. Then, she watched as he walked out of the elevator.

A stray strand of hair was hanging in front of one of his eyes, covering half of it, and his clothes were wrinkled, suggesting he had come in a hurry.

"Stop!" Amelie commanded.

Surprisingly, Leo obeyed and stood there.

at her seemed much gentler than before. Still, it was the type of gentleness associated with

his scent lingered in her mouth. Although she was no longer in his arms, he still surrounded her. It was such an unfamiliar and discomforting

while to calm down

jealous because you were with

child who had been wronged. He had always thought he would be okay with anything she did, even if it was done in revenge against him, as long as she did not leave his sight. However, when he saw the video of her skating with Blake, he realized

quite speechless upon hearing

no right to make any

explain, "Blake and I merely think of each

it even if that's the case!" Then, he strode over and tugged at the

she quickly let go of her bag. Still, she kept a close eye on every twitch and shift in his body, but all she saw was his fingers darting into her bag to pull a tiny knife from within

Amelie was

men. It was a

open and pressed the handle into her hand. "If you hate me, you can attack me yourself. Do not anger me using other men." He then pulled her

blade, it would still pierce

looked so calm, as if

urge to sink the knife in and end his life. That would stop him from

she threw the knife back into her bag and spat out through

come to an agreement then," he stated

a shameless response from him.

"I have the right to date anyone I want. If you are really going to attack Blake, I do

that, he silently stared at her, speechless. He would much rather she had stabbed him than listen

man, and he knew what other men were like. How Blake looked at her was definitely not how a brother would

eyes and feed them to the dogs. However, he would have fallen for his trap if he had been foolish enough

him. So, she turned around with a hand held over her mouth and headed for the door.

the door shut right in his

speechless by that act.

…

autumn. The leaves of the ginkgo trees were turning yellow. They formed a sea of shimmering gold.

Janes, who was cheerfully swinging her legs to and fro. She held a strawberry ice cream cone in a chubby little hand. A happy smile was spread across her

tummy and sighed satisfactorily before sticking out an ice-cream-stained hand. Soon, her hand was being held by a pair of slender yet broad hands that thoroughly cleaned the stains off