When I Was A Wallflower

Chapter 369 Won’t Let Her Go
"Welcome!"
The beautiful and tall ladies at the reception of Prix Bar simultaneously gave Amelie a warm welcome and bowed respectfully
when they saw her.
Amelie smiled lightly as she asked casually, "Is Mr. Alston still here with his friends?"
"Are you looking for Mr. Alston?" One of the receptionists went to her, judging her warily. "May I ask how you are related to him?
Do you have an appointment? I'm afraid that I can't show you to him if you don't have an appointment."
"That means he's still around?" Amelie gasped in surprise.
However, the receptionist took her surprise wrongly, thinking that she was here to hook up with Leo, and she sneered, "Of
course, he's still here, but he won't meet just anyone randomly. You should call and ask him to send someone out here to take
you in."
On the other hand, Amelie was so anxious that she didn't even notice the sarcasm in her voice and asked instead, "Did they
order any alcohol?"
"Yeah."
This time, even the other receptionists assumed that Amelie came with an ulterior motive. "Mr. Alston can drink very well and
doesn't get drunk even after finishing a few bottles. Today, he only ordered four bottles, which is less than half of what he usually
orders. So, you shouldn't have any weird designs on him."
"Exactly. I think you should hone your skills and cultivate some proper talents before trying to approach him."
These receptionists had seen too many tricks from the women who wanted to approach Leo, and they readily assumed that
Amelie was one of them.
In fact, Amelie didn't really want to meet Leo because she had planned to leave if he didn't indulge. Yet, when the receptionist
told her that he already had four bottles, the alert alarm inside her head blared loudly, and she started storming inside.
The receptionists were about to call for security when they saw that she was going to force her way in when Eugene happened
to come out of the room.

"Miss Dillon!" At the sight of Amelie, the light in his eyes shone with pure, unabashed gratitude as though he had met his savior.
"You're finally here! If you're just a minute late... Mr. Alston might really knock the life out of himself with the drinks."
"Why is he acting this way?" Her eyes flickered as she tried to ignore his fervent gaze and asked, "Why isn't Melissa here?"
"Well, you know Madam's personality... All she cares about is herself. She won't be bothered with what Mr. Alston is up to, but
even if she does intervene, he won't listen to her, anyway," Eugene answered straightforwardly.
No one knew the situation between Melissa and Leo better than Eugene, who was also the most helpless about it.
"Furthermore, the guests today are special, so I can't advise against his course of action directly, but he refused to listen to me
even after I hinted at him. So, all I can do is... Worry."
While he was explaining the situation, they had walked off quite a distance away, leaving the receptionists in bewilderment.
Did Leo's assistant regard that woman as an important guest? What did it mean? Earlier, did they just try to stop someone they
shouldn't offend? But there was nothing particular about that woman besides having a pretty face.
By the time Eugene showed Amelie to the VIP room, the people inside were already done drinking. A few well-dressed men
came out in groups of twos and threes, chatting, smiling, and chuckling happily, and Eugene hastily went to see them off one by
one.
None of the men noticed Amelie, thinking that she was just another waitress, and one of them patted Eugene's shoulder and
said, "Eugene, Mr. Alston can't hold his drink today. He's already drunk after a few drinks. We're going now, leaving him in your
care."
As Amelie didn't want to attract any attention, she lowered her head just enough not to seem like she was utterly ignoring
everyone because they were all senior shareholders of Genesis. Back then, when Leo just took the reins of the company, they
were very supportive of him, and as a person who values loyalty, Leo couldn't find it in himself to turn them down when they
asked him out for drinks.
"Sure, just leave him to me," Eugene answered, sending them off respectfully.
When they had cleared out of the room, Amelie looked through the window into the room. The curtains were not drawn, and she
easily saw a man's figure under the dim lighting.

At that moment, he slumped sideways on the couch, and even though there were warm yellow lights in the room, they couldn't
hide his ashen complexion.
His palm rested on his forehead feebly as though he was uncomfortable, and even his brows were tightly knitted together into a
look of agony.
Suddenly, he sat up and started coughing, and his body swayed and trembled violently as he hacked his lungs out. It seemed as
though he would topple over anytime!
Amelie instantly dashed to him and held him without hesitation. "Are you alright?"
She wanted to lecture him, but when she remembered that they weren't related anymore, she shut her mouth and only stroked
his back to ease his discomfort. Then, she poured a glass of water from the jug and handed it to him. "Here, have some water."
Leo slowly raised his head and swept his cold gaze over her face, and she raised the glass of water in front of him awkwardly,
signaling him to take a sip.
All of a sudden, she felt a force behind her back, and he pulled her into his arms the next second.
Everything happened so abruptly that it caught her entirely unaware, but she was quick enough to move the glass aside to avoid
spilling the water on him.
As a result, their bodies were tightly pressed against each other.
So, she stiffly held the glass and squirmed uncomfortably, calling him, "Hey, Leo."
She merely moved a little, and he immediately tightened his arms around her like a piece of metal, suffocating her with his hug.
She could hear his rugged breath right next to her ears and feel the abnormally high temperature of his breath against the skin of
her neck.
She raised her head to take a look at him and immediately noticed that his face was also exceptionally red.
"Mr. Alston has a fever!" Eugene pointed out.
As Amelie's body was pressed tightly against Leo's, she could clearly feel how feverish he had become. "Let's take him to the
hospital," she said urgently, and Eugene came over to help her carry Leo.

They each had Leo's arms as they positioned him in the middle and dragged him into the car. Once they placed him in the
backseat, they immediately drove to the hospital.
"What happened? How can you allow a patient with such injuries to drink?"
At the hospital, Eugene and Amelie were reprimanded harshly by the doctor. Eugene could only apologize repeatedly with a look
of dismay while Amelie remained expressionless throughout the doctor's dressing down as they sneaked glances at Leo from
time to time.
"We'll lower his temperature with medication," the doctor said after a round of reproach and quickly wrote a prescription for the
nurse to retrieve from the pharmacist.
Finally, the doctor left with a few parting warnings, and the nurse returned soon afterward with the medication, blushing as she
tried to feed the medicine to Leo.
However, she had barely touched him when Leo shoved her aside angrily, and the medication in her hands splattered around.
"Get lost!"
"Miss Dillon, will you please feed him the medication?" Eugene requested with a pained look. "The drunker he is, the harder it is
to get close to him."
At first, Amelie wanted to turn him down, but when she saw his puppy eyes, she nodded in resignation. "I'll give it a try."
"Thank you."
Frankly, she assumed that Leo would push her away. She thought that she would have an excellent excuse to leave if he really
did so.
But the truth was, Leo was very cooperative; every time she gently urged him to take the medication, he would open his mouth
without protest.
Eventually, she couldn't leave as she sat on the bed and placed an arm around him while feeding him his medication, rightfully
worried that the liquid would spill everywhere if she didn't. Therefore, she coaxed him to finish the medication sip by careful sip.
The nurse standing beside them watched the scene with burning jealousy in her eyes. She couldn't stop herself from scrutinizing
Amelie because she was curious about what was so charming about that woman that attracted Leo even when he was semi-

conscious and drunk.
On the other hand, Amelie's entire focus was on feeding the medication, and she was unaware of the nurse's spiteful glare.
When she was done, she breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that she could wash her hands off him now.
So, she cautiously placed Leo on the bed and slowly sneaked off the bed, looking around for Eugene at the same time so she
could bid farewell to him later.
Then, she saw Eugene in a call outside the room and placed her foot out to take the first step. Alas, before she could even set
her foot firmly, she felt her hand being gripped tightly.
She twisted her head and saw that Leo had gotten ahold of her wrist with his hand without her knowing, and she stole a look at
his face. He was definitely out cold as his eyes remained closed, and he didn't seem like he was going to wake up any time
soon, but his hand that held her wrist tightly refused to release her.
"I'm sorry, Miss Dillon. Can you please help me to take care of Mr. Alston? I just received a call saying that the children at
home... Well, we have a situation." Eugene paced over anxiously and waved the cell phone in his hand, anxiety written all over
his face. After he spoke, he even took off without even waiting for Amelie's response.
She stared at him, utterly mute with shock as he thought, this one refuse to release me while the other just left me. What else
can I do?