When I Was a Wallflower (Leo and Amelie) novel Chapter 38

Chapter 38

Amelie hastily picked her up and looked toward the woman.

Meanwhile, the woman was looking at them as well. “Who are you? Why are you here?”

Her expression softened a little.

She roughly pushed her messy hair over her head, revealing her entire face.

“Mrs. Gordon?” Amelie recognized the woman as she called out.

When Abby Gordon heard the beautiful girl calling her that, she couldn’t help but examine the latter.

“It’s me, Amy,” Amelie introduced herself.

It was only then that Abby recognized her. With a stomp of her foot, she clapped both her hands on her thighs ‘Amy! It’s been years since I last saw you. You’ve grown even prettier now. I almost couldn’t recognize you, and I thought you were a celebrity from somewhere.”

Amelie smiled shyly.

Abby continued, “Sorry for just now. I thought my stupid son came back, so that’s why I threw the washbasin. You weren’t hurt, were you?”

“No.” Amelie wasn’t concerned about that. She looked up and gazed at the yard behind Abby. “Where’s my dad? Is he no longer living here? Or-”

A sudden extreme fear invaded her heart, and even her voice trembled.

“Your dad is fine.” Noticing Amelie’s pale face, Abby guessed that Amelie was overthinking things, so she hastily said, “He complained about how this house was too big for one person, so he moved into the smaller house at the end of the street. Our family is huge, so I discussed it with him, and he agreed to rent the place

to us.”

Abby grinned, a guilty look flashing across her face.

Even though they called it renting, she never paid him a single cent all this while.

Steven never urged her, so she pretended it never happened.

On the other hand, Amelie wasn’t in the mood to think about these things as she said, “Can you take me to my

dad?”

“Of course.” Abby thought that since she was living in their house, she should at least help them with this little request

As she strode with her thick legs, Abby took Amelie to the end of the street.

Soon, they found a small shop facing the street.

It was rundown and shabby, and it didn’t even have a sign.

“Your dad is in there” Abby pointed at the shop as she spoke.

Amelie looked at the shop

It wasn’t just worn-out, it was pitifully tiny.

A few items were piled outside the shop, and most of them were the toys she used to play with during her

childhood

There was a little bicycle, a skateboard, and skating shoes….

Looking at the items bearing so much history, Amelie couldn’t stop her tears as they streamed right down her

face.

Abby was about to holler for Steven to come out when Amelie stopped her. “I’ll go in on my own.”

Taking Bria’s hand, she took step after careful step inside.

She made it past the darkened old alley and finally reached the interior.

The interior wasn’t much more spacious than the shopfront, and it was filled with shoe patterns.

The shoe patterns were various and exquisite.

When Bria saw the colorful shoes in their novel styles, she couldn’t help but pause in her tracks and reached out to touch them.

Amelie didn’t see her father anywhere, so she could only proceed further to look for him.

A small yard lay at the back of the house.

In the yard, someone had his back to her as he sat at an antique shoe machine. His back was bent over as his limbs moved to operate the machine.

His movements were slow, whereas his hair was a mixture of gray and white.

Amelie stared at him, perfectly still.

She could recognize at a glance that this man in front of her was none other than her father, Steven Dillon.

However, she doubted herself a little.

In her memories, her father’s hair wasn’t this white. When she got married, his hair was still dark with an occasional silver strand here and there.

His back wasn’t bent so much either. He was a bonafide middle-aged man with broad shoulders and a proud

stature

His movements weren’t this slow either….

“Dad… Unable to contain the sorrow in her heart, she called in a low voice.

The working man paused visibly.

Then, he slowly turned around.

As he did that, he revealed his wizened and wrinkled face.

His features were calm and gentle from all the years spent on intricate work.