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.
The way he looked at her seemed much gentler than before. Still, it was the type of gentleness associated with a cocoon that
trapped its prey with layers and layers of silk.
She was still panting hard, and his scent lingered in her mouth. Although she was no longer in his arms, he still surrounded her.
It was such an unfamiliar and discomforting experience.
Suddenly, Amelie's heart trembled uncontrollably. It took her a while to calm down enough to speak again. "Speak if you have
something to say."
"I got jealous because you were with Blake," Leo declared truthfully.
There was a dark yet 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 she did not leave
his sight. However, when he saw the video of her skating with Blake, he realized he was not that great of a man.
She silently stared at him, feeling quite speechless upon hearing that.
With the state of their relationship, he had no right to make any demands on her.
However, when Amelie recalled what Leo did to Toby, she had no choice but to explain, "Blake and I merely think of each other
as siblings. You're overthinking things."
"I won't allow it even if that's the case!" Then, he strode over and tugged at the straps of her bag.
Worried that Leo was about to do something again, she quickly let go of her 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 tiny knife from within it.
Seeing that, Amelie was rendered speechless.
That knife was something she brought around as a precaution against dangerous men. It was a small, discrete item. How did he
know about it?

Then, he flicked the knife open and pressed the handle into her hand. "If you hate me, you can attack me yourself. Do not anger
me using other men." He then pulled her hand over to point the knife at his chest.
While it did not have a long blade, it would still pierce his heart.
On the other hand, Leo looked so calm, as if being stabbed in the heart was trivial.
For a moment, Amelie felt the urge to sink the knife in and end his life. That would stop him from picking fights with her whenever
he was bored.
Ultimately, she threw the knife back into her bag and spat out through gritted teeth, "Enough. I don't want to be a murderer yet."
"We've come to an agreement then," he stated swiftly.
That was quite a shameless response from him.
"I'm sorry, but that's something you decided. It 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 attack Blake, I do not mind being responsible for him for the rest of my life."
After Leo heard that, he silently stared at her, speechless. He would much rather she had stabbed him than listen to her say
those words.
He was a man, and he knew what other men were like. How Blake looked at her was definitely not how a brother would look at
his sister. Blake was ambitious!
Despite how much time had passed since that moment, Leo still felt the urge to scoop out Blake's eyes and feed them to the
dogs. However, he would have fallen for his trap if he had been foolish enough to strike at Blake now.
Now 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 the door.
Bam! She slammed the door shut right in his face.
He was rendered speechless by that act.
...
It was the start of autumn. The leaves of the ginkgo trees were turning yellow. They formed a sea of shimmering gold.

A little girl 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 happy smile was spread
across her face as her tongue darted out to lick the creamy pink dessert.
Then, she wolfed down the ice cream in minutes since she was a swift eater. Later, she rubbed her bulging tummy and sighed
satisfactorily before sticking out an ice-cream-stained hand. Soon, her hand was being held by a pair of slender yet broad hands
that thoroughly cleaned the stains off with a wet tissue.
"What happened? Have you hit a wall with Mama?" Bria asked when the wet tissue moved to wipe her lips.
Ever since Leo bought her the ice cream cone and led her over to the bench, he had only sat there with a blank, wooden look in
his eyes. His brows were locked in a frown as he remained silent the entire time.
His daughter was perceptive, and she immediately knew something was off.
While he was surprised to find out she knew the phrase "hit a wall," he responded, "How did you know? Did your mommy say
something?"
"Tch!" Scorn was painted all over her face as she held her chin up high. "Mr. Sam read to me The Adventures of Sherlock
Holmes. Sherlock could tell what was happening before anyone said anything, and I've learned a few tricks from him."
By Mr. Sam, she meant Samuel Gage.
Bria then leaned in close to Leo and blinked up at him. "If Mama's not ignoring you, you would not be here alone to buy me ice
cream. You would be with her!"
Hearing that, he stared down at her in shock.
Was it a good thing or a bad thing that his daughter was way too bright? His ears turned red in embarrassment at having his
secrets exposed. Still, he did not deny her guess.
Then, Bria patted Leo on the shoulder in a mature fashion. Her eyes gleamed with pity as she said, "Well, Mama can't be blamed
for that. You were so mean to her before!"
She might be a child, but she remembered much of her life. Furthermore, she would never hold back because someone bought
her some ice cream. What should be said would be said.

Being lectured by his daughter made him feel like he had failed as a father.
"I'm sorry."
Always apologize for one's mistakes; that was a rule he never broke, even if it were to a kid.
Seeing him apologize made her sympathize with him once more.
Even though Bria's father had done many wrong things in the past, her teachers had always told her that anyone could be a
good child as long as they apologized for their mistakes and learned from them.
Since Leo now wanted to turn over a new leaf, she had to help him.
At that thought, Bria sighed. "Fine. I'll help you think of a way."