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?"
Julia was at a complete loss for words. She glared at Amelie from within Samuel's arms, and it seemed as though she was
asking the woman why she hadn't warned her.
Amelie could tell what she meant as she shrugged her shoulders, her gaze seemed to say, "I already gave you a hint earlier!"
Julia was left completely tongue-tied.
Samuel, with his arms wrapped around Julia, looked out the window and saw the waiter 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 my abs."
He then attempted to pull her out of her seat.
She refused to move, but he quickly carried her away after raising his chin at Amelie.
Amelie couldn't help but laugh when she saw Julia obediently in Samuel's arms, looking at her pitifully.
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.
It was true that one thing curtailed another.
Julia was a person of wild character. However, whenever she was with Samuel, she could only be obedient to him.
Julia was the one who dragged Amelie to the bar at the outset. Hence, after Julia left, she felt uninterested in staying there.
She then drank two glasses of wine before paying the bill and leaving. As she passed through the dark hallway, a dark figure
carrying a tray happened to walk toward her.
They were both walking quickly. As a result, when they noticed each other, it was too late for them to retreat.
Amelie's body was almost stuck to the wall. When she realized she had nowhere else to go, she quickly grabbed the arm of the
person in front of her and pushed him out a little in the blink of an eye.

However, a figure suddenly dashed from the side, colliding with the person holding the tray.
Amelie immediately heard the tray fall to the ground, followed by the sound of glasses shattering.
Cold sweat broke out on Amelie's forehead. The next instant, someone turned on the lights, and the entire place instantly
brightened.
The waiter, whom Julia had thirsted over earlier on, appeared in Amelie's sight. He didn't have the chance to clean up the broken
glass pieces yet because he was too busy apologizing to the person who had crashed into him earlier. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
Obviously, the wine in the glass had splashed all over the person. The person flicked his shirt in frustration. His rage was already
showing even without him raising his head.
"I'm sorry. It's my fault. I was the one who pushed him." Amelie shouldered the responsibility, for she knew the waiter wasn't
having a good time either.
"Are you blind?" the person yelled, raising his hand as if about to grab Amelie's collar. His hand stopped mid-air before coming to
a halt. "Well, well. Isn't this my old friend?"
Hearing that, Amelie looked at him, and she saw Ashton's arrogant face.
He pursed his lips and stared at her mockingly. "What shameful deeds have you committed in the last few years for you to hide,
Miss Dillon? Why haven't I seen you all this while?"
Amelie, on the other hand, felt her spine tingle when she saw Ashton.
He had never been satisfied with her in the past. Now, after offending him, he would not let her go easily.
She was right. The next second, Ashton raised a corner of his wine-soaked clothes and said, "Look. You've ruined my clothes, as
well as my good mood. How do you plan on compensating me?"
"What do you want?"
After being frustrated over what to do for a few moments, Amelie quickly composed herself and threw the question back to him.
Ashton sneered mockingly and responded, "I don't want to make things difficult for you as well. Finish two glasses of wine as
your penance, and I'll let you off."

Then, he walked into a private room, swaying his body.
Amelie, on the other hand, remained motionless as she looked at Ashton's figure from behind, which seemed to exude an evil
aura. She was well aware that Ashton was a calculative and merciless man. Hence, he wouldn't let her go just because she
drank two glasses of wine after offending him.
Despite this, she still followed him into the private room.
Just as she reached the door, she heard several women's coquettish voices calling out 'dear' repeatedly.
The voices were extremely flirtatious, and Amelie felt uncomfortable hearing that. Then, she raised her head and noticed a few
men and women in the room.
The men were all sitting around casually, while the women were all dressed skimpily.
Their shorts didn't even cover much of their thighs.
Just by looking at them, Amelie could tell what kind of people they were.
In an inconspicuous corner, there sat the most eye-catching figure. The man had a cold temperament as he sat in the corner with
his gaze cold and his face solemn. That did not, however, diminish the attractiveness of his fair skin and good-looking facial
features.
Since he was sitting off to the side, the attention of the entire room seemed to be drawn to him as well.
Leo! Amelie secretly exclaimed in surprise.
Leo was still dressed in the black shirt she had seen earlier that day. His cuffs were unbuttoned, exposing his muscular arms. A
few buttons on his collared shirt were also undone. His fair collarbone could vaguely be seen, captivating enough to entice
anyone.
Unsurprisingly, there was also a woman beside him.
The woman had an extremely sweet smile on her face as she said softly, "I'll feed you, Mr. Alston. Eat this."
She was prettier than all the other women in the room. Her clothes weren't too revealing, and she exuded a more refined air.

Seeing her, Amelie narrowed her eyes, trying to recall who the woman was. Finally, she remembered the woman as a less well-
known celebrity who had previously appeared in Julia's live stream.
Julia had previously advertised for a successor, and this celebrity had sent Julia her information and photos at the time.
Despite being cold and aloof, he opened his mouth when the woman fed him a spoonful.
Both of them sang the same tune; it wasn't the woman's first time feeding someone, and it wasn't Leo's first time being fed either.
Amelie found them irritating and blinked her eyes in disgust.
Ashton's obnoxious voice interrupted her thoughts at this point. "Look, Leo. Your old friend—sorry, your ex-wife is here. Aren't
you going to welcome her?"
Then, he walked into a private room, swaying his body.