A Matter of Wife and Love by Mila

The view outside was a large, flat, green grass field that extended to a mountain range.

The mountains weren’t tall, but to those used to city life, this was still a breath of fresh air.

After exiting the bus and seeing the view, Amelie took a deep breath. “Fresh air!”

“Come on, let’s take a look over there,” suggested Fiona while pulling Amelie after hopping out of the vehicle.

The others, too, ignored the following cameramen and their cameras and ran toward the center of the field.

Just like that, the area where the buses parked fell silent instantly.

Meanwhile, Leo held his phone impassively as he went to a secluded area. “That girl back then, can you still find

her?”

“It happened too long ago, and a lot of evidence has been deliberately wiped out. It isn’t an easy investigation.

However, I did talk to the attending physician who treated your eyes. He said he doesn’t quite remember what she

looked like anymore, and what he said was practically what he told you the last time—the girl’s father was a

shoemaker.”

A shoemaker? Ellen’s father, Michael, is a shoemaker.

It was indeed useless information.

He hung up the phone dryly and looked up to capture Amelie at first glance.

The young woman was snapping pictures of the surrounding scenery.

Though he couldn’t make out her expression hidden beneath the mask, something hit Leo with a thump, and he

clenched the hand holding his phone.

If his memory served him right, Amelie’s father was also a shoemaker.

With that, he strode toward Amelie, who was oblivious to Leo’s actions. She remained immersed in the beauty of

the scenery.

Bria will love this place, she mused while taking more photos when Leo suddenly entered the shot.

He had a dashing face, and his chiseled outlines were impeccably good-looking. He was looking right into the

camera as though he wanted to creep into her heart through it.

A thick, enigmatic emotion surged beneath his eyes, and it had already reached the ignition point. One flick of a

match, and it would explode.

Amelie’s heart skipped a beat. She nearly dropped her phone, for it was her first time seeing Leo like this. What…

What is up with him?

The man wasn’t himself that day, and Amelie couldn’t help being stupefied, only staring at him through the camera.

For a moment, time stopped.

Half a minute later, Leo finally moved, reaching a hand toward her.

Is he going to pull me toward him? Just as Amelie was speculating, another hand entered the shot, and a slender

figure blocked the entirety of it the next second.

“Leo.” Ellen appeared out of nowhere and held Leo’s hand while giggling, looking innocent and adorable. Her

piteous look was long gone.

“We’re camping today. I’m so happy!” She clapped and hopped with joy in front of Leo like a little girl.

“I’m going to be sick!” Jodie shot Ellen a side-eye glance with zero effort of concealing her contempt for the young

woman as she approached the pair from the other side.

With that, she shoved Ellen aside and stood in front of her brother. “The crew wants us to gather now. Let’s go.”

Leo hummed a response, but he remained still and only gazed at Amelie.

Amelie, on the other hand, genuinely wanted nothing to do with them, so she hurriedly put her phone away and

rushed toward the bus upon hearing that they needed to gather up.

A glimmer flashed across Leo’s unfathomable eyes before his eyelids drooped and he strode toward the bus.

Meanwhile, Jodie glared warningly at Ellen before checking their surroundings for the camera crew. Seeing that no

one was following them, she taunted icily, “Don’t copy your sister’s ridiculous actions! My brother isn’t a trophy you

and your sister can give to each other, and the Alston Family will never accept low lives like you. F*ck off!”

Terrified, Ellen balled herself up and stared timidly at Jodie. The woman loathed Elyse and disliked Ellen as well, so

she wanted to throw up even more when she saw Ellen’s reaction.

“Did you not hear me? I told you to f*ck off! I won’t play nice the next time I catch you approaching my brother!”

With that, she pointed far away. “See that? My brother’s interested in Foxy. A sl*t like you isn’t even worthy of

holding a candle for Leo!”

With that, she strutted away condescendingly.

“As all of you can see, we’re camping today,” the hosts announced the theme for the day beside the bus.

“No challenges?” Lilith asked quizzically.

Usually, the crew would arrange a difficult challenge for them.

“Nope.” The two hosts shook their heads, appearing incredibly guilt-ridden.

Everyone couldn’t help glancing at each other.

“Why does it sound too good to be true?”

“Has the crew given up on messing with us?”

“Since when have they become so humane?”

Everyone teased benignly.

After all, it was an open secret that the ‘Show Your Love’ crew loved to give the celebrity guests a hard time on the

show.

Meanwhile, the hosts exchanged a glance and pointed toward a few camping carts aside. “These are your supplies.

Team A and B will get the same things.”

With that, they hopped into the vehicle speedily and waved everyone goodbye.

After the door closed and the vehicle drove away, the two hosts finally heaved a sigh of relief and looked at each

other.

“What a relief.”

Thank goodness they sped away.

Back on the field, everyone looked at each other for a while, but they still couldn’t figure anything out.

Fiona reacted quickest to the situation and tugged on Amelie. “Forget about guessing. Let’s pull all the stuff out so

that we can assign the work.”

It was clear that they had to improvise when they didn’t even pick a leader for the team this time.

“Why waste time instead of making the most out of this?!” Gordon echoed and joined the two ladies in carrying the

equipment.

It was only right that they enjoyed it to the fullest when they not only got to go out for some fun but also earned a

few bucks from it.

The others, too, returned to their teams without thinking and helped pull everything out from the carts.

There were honestly quite a few things in there—tents, foldable chairs and tables, and all sorts.

What was more, the crew even provided them with a portable stove, pots and pans, bowls, and a camping grill.

“Wow, we’re going to have a great time today.” Silas grinned while rubbing his hands together.

Similarly, Fabian chuckled as he moved toward the cart storing their food. “Let’s see what we’ll be feasting on

today.”

“It’s surely barbecue. This is my forte. Just sit back and watch this pit master cook up the best barbecue you’ll ever

have,” boasted another male guest in their group as he followed Fabian to the food cart.

The two removed the dark green linoleum, and sure enough, a large white container appeared.

It was a rectangular type that could store more than ten pounds of food.

Everyone applauded upon seeing it. However, Fabian and the male guest stood frozen stiff with strange

expressions.

“What’s wrong? Is it too heavy for you guys to carry? Come on, I’ll do it!” Lilith rolled her sleeves up and strode

toward the two, only to blurt out a cuss, “What the f*ck?!”

Everyone’s first reaction was to look toward the camera crew around them. Has Lilith given up on maintaining her

image?

“What the heck?! How come all we get is a large bowl of dry pasta?!” someone from Leo’s group shouted, leading

the camera crew and everyone else to look in that direction, only to find Jodie holding a large bowl in front of the

food cart.

Inside the bowl was indeed pasta.

“What is the meaning of this?! You guys invited us to join your stupid show, yet all you give us is a bowl of dry

pasta?! Do you want to starve us to death?!” Jodie’s bratty attitude came out, and she threw an exasperated tirade

at the camera crew without even caring about her image anymore.

The camera crew, on the other hand, silently put their equipment away since whatever they captured would be

deleted anyway. After all, who’d dare to broadcast Jodie cussing?

Meanwhile, Amelie and Fiona approached the food cart when they saw the large bowl in Jodie’s arms.

Their ingredients were no different from Jodie’s. The large bowl was all there was in the large container, and the

bowl was cling-wrapped to prevent the pasta from spilling everywhere. What can anybody do with nothing but a

bowl of pasta?!