A Matter of Wife and Love novel Chapter 270

Amelie was stunned yet again as emotions flowed from within her gaze. Turning around, she coughed lightly. “Blakey, it doesn’t matter if I go back or not. What matters is that I hope this segment can inspire you. You’re not young anymore. It’s time to go out and find your significant other. An ideal man like you should be able to find a pure person like you and close to your age fairly quickly.”

She had stated everything as clearly as she could.

That disappointed Blake greatly, making him feel like he had his soul sucked out.

Taking a step toward him, she placed her hands on his shoulders. “I’m an only child, so I view you as my little brother. Blakey, you’re an irreplaceable existence to me. You’re family for life, just like my father and Bria. We’ll always be family.”

He silently looked up at her. At that moment, her serious expression, pursed lips, and straight gaze told him that she was being sincere. Although he wanted to be with her, she treated him as her brother… Makes sense. She’s an exceptional woman. Even if I pour my heart and soul, I think I’ll only amount to being a figure-skating champion.

Countless disappointments and pensiveness welled up within Blake, yet he could only keep them in, for he did not want to lose her even if it meant that he would stay by her side as her ‘brother’.

“Alright.” He nodded. “I understand, Amelie.”

This time, he felt pain when calling her name, but he did it with a smile, which had a sense of sadness from Amelie’s point of view. This boy…

“If so, then how about we ‘siblings’ go back to the shoot? This is my first time joining a variety show, so I don’t know much about anything. If you don’t go with me, I’ll get nervous,” he stated sincerely with a pitiful look, making it unable to refuse him.

On top of that, Amelie was worried that something might happen to him during the shoot. Since he still had a few upcoming competitions to take part in, nothing was allowed to go wrong. It’ll be better for me to take care of him if I tag along.

With that thought in mind, she nodded. “Sure.”

They went through the ceremony with Blake receiving his award before celebrating over a meal. Then, night fell, and his manager came to pick them up. Finally, the two bid their farewells.

While walking to her car, Amelie was sorting through the pictures on her phone when she found that they were all images of him during competitions.

After Bria knew that she would be seeing Blake compete, she strongly requested for her mother to take pictures. Understanding that her daughter was a die-hard fan, Amelie captured more than a hundred photos. Blake sure is handsome. Any picture I select of him is as captivating as the last one.

After deleting some of the pictures, she saved the rest, planning to let Bria see them when she returned home. Yet, just as she put her phone into her bag, she could feel it vibrating from inside.

Due to the number of affairs lately, she had been inundated with work, meaning that even though this was after hours, she did not dare to miss any calls. Hence, she answered the phone.

“Hello, this is Serenity Bar. Your friend is drunk. Could you come and pick them up?” the caller asked.

“My friend?” Amelie was stunned.

She had two phone numbers; looking at the caller, she found that the person called her ‘Foxy’ number. Not a lot of people knew about this number, excluding the staff from ‘Show Your Love’, so the only person who knew was Julia. Could she be drunk?

Every time Julia got drunk, it was because of Samuel, so she would not call him to pick her up. Fearing that something might happen, Amelie did not ask much as she told the person to look after her friend for a bit. Then, she hung up and ran to her car.

Throwing the phone into her bag, she quickly started her ignition and drove at breakneck speed to the bar. Serenity Bar, just like its name, was located a distance away. She kept driving until the name of the bar popped up in a secluded area.

Although the place was especially remote, it looked fairly swanky as she got out and walked into the bar. There were merely a few people in it with some employees in black uniforms and a janitor, who was wearing a black cap. After Amelie asked one of the staff, she was brought to a private room.

“The customer is inside.” The waiter who led her was quite young.