My Sugar and Your Spice (Amelia and Leo)

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."