When I Was A Wallflower

However, Leo still felt that he was utterly disgusting and continued to scrub his body endlessly.

In recent years, he had gotten a weird condition. Whenever he thought about Amelie, he felt like he had done something sacrilegious.

This feeling was even stronger, especially after seeing her. He felt filthier than if he had just crawled through a mud puddle, but Amelie was uncorrupted like an angel.

He needed to clean himself thoroughly so that he could be cleaner.

Only when he had scrubbed every inch of his body did he walk out of the bathroom in pajamas, his hair still wet.

"Leo," Chandler greeted him brightly. "You took a long time in the shower. Mrs. Alston thought something happened to you."

Leo was still wet from the shower and merely glanced coldly at him with his lips in a tight line.

Chandler was clearly used to his cold attitude and didn't take it to heart as he continued lightly, "You didn't eat today at the children's party. I asked the kitchen to make something for you. So, let's head down."

Then, he turned around to leave. "I'll get it served. Don't forget to come down."

"My mom doesn't know what happened to me. But you don't?" Just when Chandler reached the door, Leo's icy voice sounded across the hall.

He paused in his tracks, and his facial expression froze momentarily.

However, when he turned around, it was filled with innocence. "What are you talking about, Leo? I don't understand."

Leo didn't reply and brushed past him as he went downstairs.

…

Finally, the vog had dissipated. Amelie couldn't wait any longer and bought the tickets as soon as it was available.

Toby knew that she wanted to return and came to send her off.

"That country is so far away, and you don't have family there. Do you really not plan on coming back?" He couldn't help but ask as they walked toward the airport lounge.

Amelie, with her huge luggage bag in tow, just smiled lightly. "That's actually a good thing. We can have some peace and quiet without all the trivial matters messing things up."

and don't need someone

smiled in return.

a moment as

be able to be with her, he still regarded her as his muse. Even so, he dared not tell her about his feelings, fearing

first met, he did have some thoughts about her. Nevertheless, after he spent time with her these few days, he dropped those thoughts since he was smart enough to deduce what her actual thoughts were.

was also genuinely fortunate that he could do

to her. "This is for Master.

very well reject his request since this was for Steven

time before the plane departed, so they sat

Chandler came running from afar with a wheeze.

tightly. "Leo bought this for you. I think he was too shy to give it to

the box that someone had wrapped nicely. She couldn't see what was inside.

some food." Chandler saw her hesitation and rushed

miss their father. Bria would be disappointed if you

"It's okay. There's no need for

Leo are divorced, you can still be friends, right? Besides, the child

still didn't speak and only looked at the

"It's okay if you don't want this. I won't force the matter, but Leo really

around and walked away, leaving Amelie there

them. "Did Leo actually send him to deliver things to you?"

she heard that. Some things were better left unsaid. Frankly, if it were indeed from Leo, he would have come

were all these years but had never disturbed them. Why would

clothing. You should look out for him." Toby cautioned slightly.

things didn't need

give Toby a

was just that she couldn't figure out why Chandler was trying so hard to get her and Leo back together. What would he gain from this?

…

second day Amelie returned home,

passed and he was now 26, he didn't look old at all. On the contrary, he still looked like

eyes when he gazed at Amelie

inwardly while he handed over the local specialty product to her.

his eyes despite him never exposing his feelings for Amelie to the light. She even roasted Blake behind his back to Amelie, "I bet Blakey really wants

Amelie to the light. She even roasted Blake behind his back to

to stop