When I Was A Wallflower

Chapter 342 Do Not Anger Me Using Other Men

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.

type of gentleness associated with a cocoon that trapped its prey with layers and layers

no longer in his arms, he still surrounded her. It was such an

heart trembled uncontrollably. It took her a while to calm down enough to speak again. "Speak if you have something to say."

you were with Blake," Leo declared

bright light shining in his black eyes. It made him look so pitiful, like a 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

quite speechless upon hearing that.

their relationship, he had no right to

she had no choice but to explain, "Blake and I merely think

it even if that's the case!" Then, he strode over and tugged at the straps of her bag.

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

Amelie was rendered

she brought around as a precaution against dangerous men. It was a

hand. "If you hate me, you can attack me yourself. Do not anger me using other men." He then pulled

long blade, it would still pierce his

other hand, Leo looked so calm, as if being stabbed in the heart was

end his life. That

threw the knife back into her bag and spat out through gritted teeth, "Enough. I don't want

come to an agreement then," he stated

a shameless response from him.

has nothing to do with me." Amelie was in no mood to be fooled. "I have the right to date anyone I want. If you are really going to

silently stared at her, speechless. He would much rather she had stabbed him

were like. How Blake looked at her was definitely not how a brother would

feed them to the dogs. However, he would have fallen for

that she had stated her piece, she could not continue talking to him. So, she turned around with a hand held over her mouth and headed for

door shut right in his face.

rendered speechless by

…

The leaves of the ginkgo trees

sat at the small, sturdy table underneath the trees, dressed in a red dress and a pair of black Mary Janes, who was cheerfully swinging her legs to and fro. She held a strawberry ice cream cone in a chubby little hand. A