When I Was A Wallflower

Chapter 361 I Have a Six-Pack

Then, she saw a waiter passing by the stage.

He appeared young, his fair skin making him appear clean and fresh. He had a slim body as well, which was exactly the type of young hunk that was popular at the time.

Julia couldn't take her gaze away from him. "Look at his sweet face, slim waist, and long legs! How I wish I could touch him."

Amelie was completely stumped for words when she heard that.

"It's a shame I don't have a future with this young hunk," Julia lamented. "I'm about to become a married woman, and then an old woman. My, my…"

Julia's crazy words didn't bother Amelie, who turned her head back after staring at the waiter briefly.

When she turned around, she saw a tall man standing by the door.

Amelie had no idea how Samuel knew they were here, but she was certain he was staring at Julia right now.

Julia was seated with her back to the door. As a result, she was unaware that Samuel was present and continued to be awestruck by the waiter's good looks.

"Do you think I should go and feel him up a little?" she asked, grabbing Amelie's arm.

Amelie was rendered speechless once more. Previously, she only thought Julia had nothing better to do, hence the joking words. However, even Amelie was worried for her right now.

Amelie was well aware of Samuel's personality.

To outsiders, Samuel was a generous, classy, and mature man. However, to Julia, he wasn't a gracious man at all.

She had sought her doom by praising another man in front of him.

Amelie couldn't help but kick her, reminding her that she needed to keep her mouth shut right now.

However, Julia did not sense the impending danger at all. Instead, she became more animated in her discussion about the waiter, saying, "Look at his face! His skin is flawless, and it must be a pleasure to touch! If he has a six-pack, then coming here today is completely worth it!"

Samuel had already entered the room as she spoke. The moment Julia finished speaking, Samuel wrapped his arm around her waist, drew her into his embrace, and asked, "Whom do you want to touch?"

loss for words. She glared at Amelie from within Samuel's arms, and it seemed as though she was asking the woman why

she shrugged her shoulders, her gaze seemed to say, "I already

was left

as well. He then narrowed his eyes and said, "Don't worry, his figure isn't as good as mine. When we get home, you can feel

pull her out of

to move, but he quickly carried her away after

help but laugh when she saw Julia obediently

clean and fresh. He had a slim body as well, which was

that one

was a person of wild character. However, whenever she

was the one who dragged Amelie to the bar at the outset. Hence, after Julia left, she felt uninterested in staying

wine before paying the bill and leaving. As she passed through the dark hallway,

both walking quickly. As a result, when they noticed each other, it was too late for them

had nowhere else to go, she quickly grabbed the arm of the person in front of her and pushed him out a little in

figure suddenly dashed from the side, colliding with the

heard the tray fall to the ground, followed by the sound of glasses

forehead. The next instant, someone turned on the lights, and the entire place

didn't have the chance to clean up the broken glass pieces yet because

over the person. The person flicked his shirt in frustration. His rage was already showing even without him

I was the one who pushed him." Amelie shouldered the responsibility, for she knew the waiter wasn't having a good

Amelie's collar. His hand stopped mid-air before coming to a halt.

looked at him, and she saw Ashton's

in the last few years for you to hide, Miss Dillon? Why haven't

on the other hand, felt her spine tingle when she saw

Now, after offending him, he would not

said, "Look. You've ruined

"What do you want?"

being frustrated over what to do for a few moments, Amelie quickly composed herself and threw the question

and responded, "I don't want to make things difficult for you as well. Finish two glasses

he walked into a private room, swaying

to exude an evil aura. She was well aware that Ashton was a calculative