A Matter of Wife and Love by Mila

Amelie panicked until she felt her mind go blank. She subconsciously readied her leg to kick at his private part. If he

dares to do anything to me, I’ll strike so hard that he won’t think about using it again!

“Is it because you have another man in your heart?” he whispered into her ear in his low, sultry tone.

What did he say?

She was stunned because of his words, so she turned to look at him. His eyes were closed, his lips were practically

attached to her ears, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly. Is he frowning? For me? How’s that possible? Back then,

he would even dream that I would leave his life.

Suddenly, her anxiety went away; what replaced it was infinite irony instead. Although she knew he was drunk, she

still smirked and shoved him aside.

Sitting up, she quickly adjusted her clothes and shot him a cold gaze. “Leo, I’ve already given you what was

obligated of me. So, don’t interfere in my life anymore.”

Even if she did not have another man in her life, Amelie would never again permit Leo to stick his nose in her

business. Since we’re already divorced, let’s just go our separate ways.

Ignoring him completely, she walked straight out of the private room. After the door closed, the seemingly drunk

man suddenly opened his eyes. As his somber gaze landed on the door, his stern countenance expressed no

emotions whatsoever.

He sat up, and there was no hint of drunkenness to be seen from his eyes while he turned the bezel of his watch,

his black shirt showing off his alluring figure. Smiling subtly, he thought, Given me what was obligated of her? What

does that mean?

His gaze further darkened. Is her so-called obligation our four-year wedding? That was a setup, so why would she

say that?

With his hands on his knees, he propped himself up before he placed his fingers on the door handle and pulled it.

He walked quickly, wanting to chase after Amelie, and asked her what she meant.

“Leony!” Just as he stepped out of the room, a sweet voice called out to him.

Holding an exquisite bag, Elyse wore silk pants with high heels and ran over panting before she stopped before him.

“I heard you were drunk. Are you alright?” With a worried expression, she looked at him with her bright eyes.

Her long and curly hair draped in front of her shoulder, making her seem pitiful. Yet, Leo added a clear disgust to

his cold expression upon seeing her while pursing his lips. “Get out of my sight!”

Immediately, she showed a hurtful face as she bit her lip out of sadness, looking like she would burst out in tears at

any moment.

Not even wanting to spare her another glance, he stated, “Do you need me to repeat that for you?” His words were

cold, distant, and full of disdain.

Elyse knew if she continued to cling to him, she would only be humiliating herself even further, so she bit her lip

before adjusting her bag strap to her shoulder and silently walked away.

Just as Leo wanted to look for Amelie again, Victor called.

“Speak!” It was a single word without any additional emotion.

At the other end of the call, Victor stated, “I’ve already investigated it. Besides interacting with Miss Clayton in the

program, Miss Dillon only ever came across her another time at the racetrack.”

“The racetrack?” Leo frowned.

Although he went there that time, he did not see Elyse present. Naturally, Victor knew about that too.

“That day, Miss Clayton sat in the spectator’s seat and did not show herself to the public. However, from the

surveillance footage, I saw she used her phone, so I checked her messages. It turned out that she kept messaging

Mr. Lowe that day.” Victor paused up to that point.

At that moment, Leo frowned so deeply that his forehead wrinkled while his grip on his phone tightened so hard

that his veins popped.

“Although I couldn’t find out what the contents of their messages were, a short while after Miss Clayton’s messages

were sent, Mr. Lowe had the staff change the layout of the racetrack.” As for the other hypothesis, Victor did not

speak about it due to a lack of evidence.

From the start till the end of the call, Leo did not say anything as he stayed expressionless after hearing everything.

“Wait.” His voice rang through the hallway after he hung up.

Elyse, who was walking away, suddenly stopped before turning around with disbelief in her eyes. “Leo, a-a-are you

calling out to me?”

Pointing at herself, she had an expectant and surprised look. After a while, she looked at her surroundings. Besides

me, there’s no one else. Did he change his mind and want to talk to me?

Overwhelmed by ecstasy, she nearly shredded her elegant facade as she ran over with expectation, blinking

nonstop with her tears on the verge of falling. “I knew—”

“What did you do to Amelie when you were at the racetrack?” The stoic Leo did not even bother to spare a glance

at her.

“R-Race t-track?” she stuttered. Gone was the excitement as her body started trembling because it was replaced

with fear instead.

The incident that day made her legs go weak, rendering her unable to stand properly. I’ve hidden it so well, so how

does he know?

Gripping and relaxing her fingers repeatedly, she wanted to catch any hint from Leo’s expression, but all she saw

was his icy visage. With how expressionless he was, she could not glean anything from it or decipher how much he

knew.

The more clueless she was, the more she did not dare to speak, so she acted innocent. “What are you talking

about? Racetrack? I don’t understand what you’re referring to.”

“So, you did do something!” He suddenly closed in. Before she could make sense of the situation, his face was

already in front of her, her neck feeling constricted and in the palm of his hand.

Suddenly, Elyse found herself breathless. She was held up in midair, barely breathing while she looked at Leo in

fear, feeling just how thick his bloodlust was.

Crack!

Something broke.

Although she used all her strength to pull his hand apart and tried to breathe, his hand resembled a vice clasp that

she could not pry apart at all!

It was then the janitor came and was scared out of his wits by the scene. The tray in his hands crashed onto the

floor, causing a huge commotion.

“Save… me!” The suffocating Elyse only knew at that moment that Leo wanted to kill her, so she reached out to the

employee for help.

Panicking, the janitor took out his phone in a bid.

“Scram!” A fierce voice thundered through the hallway.

Leo intimidated the person to the point where he threw his phone and scampered away, not daring to interfere.

Running out of breath, Elyse was gradually blacking out. Although she wanted to get help, nobody was there to do

so. “I… I d-didn’t do it.” She squeezed the words out while death’s embrace slowly shrouded her as her tears rolled

out. “I was there, but I didn’t do anything to Amelie. No matter how powerful I am, I don’t have the means to

change the layout of the racetrack.”

Due to the lack of oxygen, her face contorted, and her beauty was nowhere to be found. Instead, she resembled

more like a demon as the veins in her neck popped, making her seem like an earthworm.

Yet, just as she uttered her almost-last words, the force on her neck vanished. Immediately, she dropped to the

ground like a piece of crumpled paper.