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."

until now. Not wanting to waste any time, she pushed

done, she waved the glass at everyone before her cool gaze landed

left the suite. Leo looked at the glass she

It may taste good, but it has a high alcohol concentration." Ashton's intriguing voice sounded. "Leo, I

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

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 all.

attitude and quickly served up

…

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 bag over her head. Her movements became slower as

her way to somewhere with a window. She used her chin to hold her head up as she let the

time, someone tapped on her

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

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

with you

to help her into a room. She didn't hear anything else he said and closed her eyes after collapsing on the bed.

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

she spoke again. "I'll

them, which made her open her

consciousness slowly returned, and she abruptly recalled that she had returned to attend Julia's wedding. She had offended Ashton last night and drank two glasses of

didn't feel pain from a hangover, her nerves were still numb and her throat still burned with

foggily sensed someone wiping her face and hands while feeding her something. Had it been that waiter?