My Sugar And Your Spice

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.

The minor celebrity had braced herself to express her opinion, but she couldn't avoid studying Leo's reaction when she had 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 hope Mr. Lowe isn't purposefully helping someone with their little antics."

with Leo, she wouldn't have waited until now. Not wanting to waste any time, she pushed Ashton's hand away and downed the second glass of

she waved the glass at everyone before her cool gaze landed on

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

no ordinary wine. It may taste good, but it has a high alcohol concentration." Ashton's intriguing voice sounded. "Leo, I heard that she has a low alcohol tolerance. She will definitely get

dare express it. She looked at Leo anxiously, her fingers

it. He did not say anything throughout it all, seemingly as though it had nothing to do with him; he didn't care about Amelie's condition at

his attitude and quickly served up another dish. "Have another

…

suite for long when she felt her head becoming heavy. She began to stumble; her world was blurry, and her surroundings

She used her chin to hold her head up

on her shoulder from behind.

and stand in the cold wind. Let me help you to someplace where you can rest."

blurry face swaying in front of her. She could make out the

with you just now. I'm

dizzy that her head was about to fall off, she nodded mechanically and allowed him to help her into a room. She didn't hear anything else he said and closed her eyes after collapsing on

I want a smoothie," Amelie called out when she shot up from the bed, her eyes still closed.

"I'll wake Bria up."

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

had returned to attend Julia's

were still numb and her throat still burned with the taste of alcohol.

and she had foggily sensed someone wiping her face and hands while feeding her something. Had it