A Matter of Wife and Love novel Chapter 38

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Chapter 38

Amelie hastily picked her up and looked toward the woman.

Meanwhile, the woman was looking at them as well. “Who are you? Why are you here?”

Her expression softened a little.

She roughly pushed her messy hair over her head, revealing her entire face.

“Mrs. Gordon?” Amelie recognized the woman as she called out.

When Abby Gordon heard the beautiful girl calling her that, she couldn’t help but examine the latter.

“It’s me, Amy,” Amelie introduced herself.

It was only then that Abby recognized her. With a stomp of her foot, she clapped both her hands on her thighs ‘Amy! It’s been years since I last saw you. You’ve grown even prettier now. I almost couldn’t recognize you, and I thought you were a celebrity from somewhere.”

Amelie smiled shyly.

Abby continued, “Sorry for just now. I thought my stupid son came back, so that’s why I threw the washbasin. You weren’t hurt, were you?”

“No.” Amelie wasn’t concerned about that. She looked up and gazed at the yard behind Abby. “Where’s my dad? Is he no longer living here? Or-”

A sudden extreme fear invaded her heart, and even her voice trembled.

“Your dad is fine.” Noticing Amelie’s pale face, Abby guessed that Amelie was overthinking things, so she hastily said, “He complained about how this house was too big for one person, so he moved into the smaller house at the end of the street. Our family is huge, so I discussed it with him, and he agreed to rent the place

to us.”

Abby grinned, a guilty look flashing across her face.

Even though they called it renting, she never paid him a single cent all this while.

Steven never urged her, so she pretended it never happened.

On the other hand, Amelie wasn’t in the mood to think about these things as she said, “Can you take me to my

dad?”

“Of course.” Abby thought that since she was living in their house, she should at least help them with this little request

As she strode with her thick legs, Abby took Amelie to the end of the street.

Soon, they found a small shop facing the street.

It was rundown and shabby, and it didn’t even have a sign.

“Your dad is in there” Abby pointed at the shop as she spoke.

Amelie looked at the shop

It wasn’t just worn-out, it was pitifully tiny.

A few items were piled outside the shop, and most of them were the toys she used to play with during her

childhood

There was a little bicycle, a skateboard, and skating shoes….

Looking at the items bearing so much history, Amelie couldn’t stop her tears as they streamed right down her

face.

Abby was about to holler for Steven to come out when Amelie stopped her. “I’ll go in on my own.”

Taking Bria’s hand, she took step after careful step inside.

She made it past the darkened old alley and finally reached the interior.

The interior wasn’t much more spacious than the shopfront, and it was filled with shoe patterns.

The shoe patterns were various and exquisite.

When Bria saw the colorful shoes in their novel styles, she couldn’t help but pause in her tracks and reached out to touch them.

Amelie didn’t see her father anywhere, so she could only proceed further to look for him.

A small yard lay at the back of the house.

In the yard, someone had his back to her as he sat at an antique shoe machine. His back was bent over as his limbs moved to operate the machine.

His movements were slow, whereas his hair was a mixture of gray and white.

Amelie stared at him, perfectly still.

She could recognize at a glance that this man in front of her was none other than her father, Steven Dillon.

However, she doubted herself a little.

In her memories, her father’s hair wasn’t this white. When she got married, his hair was still dark with an occasional silver strand here and there.

His back wasn’t bent so much either. He was a bonafide middle-aged man with broad shoulders and a proud

stature

His movements weren’t this slow either….

“Dad… Unable to contain the sorrow in her heart, she called in a low voice.

The working man paused visibly.

Then, he slowly turned around.

As he did that, he revealed his wizened and wrinkled face.

His features were calm and gentle from all the years spent on intricate work.

Amelie knew then that he was recalling those days he spent raising her all on his own.

According to her father, her mother had passed away not long after giving birth to her.

There was never a mother’s existence in Amelie’s memories, but she wasn’t poorly dressed like other kids who lived with their fathers.

instead, ever since she was young, her father had dressed her up in neat and pretty clothes.

“You’re very handsome too, Grandpa.” Having spent a lot of time with Jamie, Bria learned to sweet talk as if her words were coated with honey.

Hearing his granddaughter praising him like that, Steven was so joyful that he kept smiling.

His old face instantly seemed to turn years younger.

In the afternoon, Steven went to the market and bought some groceries, then proceeded to cook up several delectable delicacies.

Enticed by the food, Bria ate so much that her stomach bulged out.

She licked her lips in satisfaction. “Grandpa, your cooking is so good. It’s as delicious as Mommy’s cooking.”

Bria was absolutely sincere about it, but Steven suddenly froze and looked at Amelie.

Amelie felt a guilty panic spreading across her heart as she lowered her head.

At home, Steven pampered her.

Amelie never had to do housework on her own, and she didn’t know how to cook ramen even when she turned 20.

After getting married into the Alston Family, she learned how to cook and even shared Miss Potts’ burdens as she cleaned up around the house.

“Dad, I’m all grown up now. I have to know how to do these things, she comforted Steven in a low voice.

Steven nodded. “Yes,”

Even though he responded like that, his eyes were obviously moistened.

Steven had turned his face away, but Amelie still noticed it. Her heart instantly ached like a needle had been driven through it!

Amelie offered to wash the dishes, and Bria also pulled up a small stool to help her.

When they were living with the Alstons, Bria helped her just like this.

However, the atmosphere back then was suppressive because they could be reprimanded at any moment. The two didn’t even dare make a sound.

Now, free of their worries, they chatted and laughed as much as they liked.

After the dishes were done, Amelie came out but couldn’t find Steven anywhere.

She told Bria to stay at home, then ran out to look for Steven.

She couldn’t find him even after a round of searching, but she did run into Abby, who was panting as she walked out of the alley toward Amelie.

As soon as Abby saw her, she grabbed Amelie’s arm. “Quick, Amy! Follow your dad. He doesn’t look too good, and I fear something might happen to him!”