A Matter of Wife and Love novel Chapter 284

Amelie looked up and was greeted by Giada, who was sporting a tight outfit. She was standing in a position that could show off her allure as much as possible, her gaze on Amelie. “You like Mr. Alston, don’t you?” she whispered. And her gaze stayed on Amelie. Gaze as piercing as a sword.

“No,” said Amelie coolly.

Giada tilted her head. “I see.” And then she left, swaying her hips.

Amelie had seen enough people to know that Giada liked Leo. The way she looked at him and the way she acted around him was enough proof. Another moth to the fire, huh? And she turned back as well.

Fiona helped her with the dishes. While the cameraman was elsewhere, she whispered, “You should stay away from Giada. And tell Blake to do that too.”

Amelie was surprised that Fiona would make that remark as the latter barely ever talked behind any actor’s back. Amelie only nodded in response.

Fiona liked that about Amelie. She knows everything, yet she knows what not to speak.

When they were done with the dishes, the gentlemen were already grilling the fish. They lathered the fish oil on the fish and turned them around on the grill.

Blake was there as well. He did not reek of the grease of an unkempt man. Even a crude job like fish grilling looked like art when he was doing it. The slivers of smoke that wafted into the air swirled around him, covering him in a veil of mystery, not unlike the protectors of the elf king behind a shield.

“Man, Blake’s the goal of every guy out there.” The cameraman snapped photos of Blake.

Not every man could have the air of grace and innocence Blake had. Even though he would choke on the smoke from time to time, Blake would keep up his smile, and everyone admired him for that.

Through her mask, Amelie looked at Blake, and a smile curled her lips. He’s a big boy now. No longer the dejected kid he once was. Now he’s happy and joyful. Wonder who’s going to be lucky enough to date him?

And then she was presented with a fish. “Here, done,” someone said. Amelie looked before her and realized that it was Blake. He was holding a piece of fish filet in his gloved hand. The skin of the fish was golden and crisp, but the flesh was white with fresh smoke billowing from it.

He cut a slice of the fish and fed Amelie with it.

Since Amelie had no gloves on, she gulped the fish right off his hand. “This is good.” She closed her eyes and sighed in enjoyment. Her face was gleaming, and she looked like a fairy dancing through the lush, verdant woods around her.

“Really?” Blake smiled like a child who just got complimented by his mother. His eyes were gleaming, but he was only gazing at Amelie.

Whoa. This is just as beautiful as the scene in the water. The cameraman quickly set the camera rolling.

“Don’t they look loving?” Noticing this, Ellen said, sitting on the boulder.

Leo was bandaging her wound, and he raised his head just in time to see that scene, and he balled his fist.

Leo said nothing, staring at her.

Amelie felt perspiration forming on her head, and she waved her hand. “Hi, Mr. Alston.” And she put on a nervous smile.

Leo could see her clearly thanks to the light, and he noticed her grin. His face fell, and then he left without saying a word.

Huh? Amelie stared at him. I have a feeling he was angry at me. Because I saw them making out? That’s a bit of an overreacting, isn’t it? To not make things even more awkward, since Giada was following Leo closely, Amelie went away in a hurry so she wouldn’t see Giada.

Her head was hung low, and she didn’t realize that Leo had slowed down. He was clearing out the obstacles for her, and when they came back to the tents, he went around the tent she was in. Giada saw that, however, and she bit her lip, her eyes fixed on the two of them, and her gaze dripping with venom.

Amelie came back only to see Blake standing outside her tent. He was looking at her with worry in his eyes. “Can’t sleep?”

“Blake?” Amelie looked at him, surprised. “You can’t sleep either?”

“Yeah,” he lied. He came because he knew she couldn’t sleep well in new places. He knew she might get up at night, and he wanted to accompany her. Back when Amelie got up, he had already emerged from his tent, but in case she felt uneasy around him, he only watched over her from a distance.

“Get some sleep. We have work tomorrow.” Amelie smacked his sleeve and yawned. I just saw some nightmare fuel. Better stay in the tent now.

“Sure.” Blake returned to his tent, but just before he entered it, he stopped and looked at Leo, who was in the other tent. And he frowned.