My Sugar And Your Spice

Chapter 353

Chapter 353 Only Be Cheesy With You

She was about to turn around when her waist was gripped tightly and she was dragged into the elevator. Her back immediately made contact with the cold wall.

The process happened too quickly, and when she tried to turn around and attack the other person, they caught her hand perfectly and pressed it against the wall. She lifted her leg and tried to get at their lower half, but it was caught and trapped as well. Both their bodies were now pressed together tightly.

"It's me," a low, masculine voice uttered as the other person pushed her hand higher. She glanced sideways to see Leo looking downward, his face nearly touching hers. They were now in an unbelievably intimate position.

"What do you mean by this, Mr. Alston?" His face was dangerously close as his breath tickled her face, making it difficult for her to breathe. She had no choice but to turn her head and avoid him.

His face moved closer, the breath from his lips fluttering against her cheek as he spoke. "Why did you come here dressed like this?"

His long fingers moved against her temple as he tried to remove her wig. He did not like her dressed as a man.

"It's none of your business, Mr. Alston." Amelie was pushed against the wall by Leo and could only shrink into it. However, she was already fully pressed against it; since she didn't know the art of contortion, she couldn't get any further than that. The back of her ear burned as he breathed against it.

"Mr. Alston, can you release me? The way you are pressing yourself against me will make witnesses suspect your sexual orientation."

He merely laughed and did not retreat. "That's better. It will be less troublesome."

Well…

Even if he didn't mind it, she did. She didn't want this to be recorded and eventually hit the headlines.

"When have you become so cheesy?" He would never have said such things back then, even on the brink of death. "I'm more used to the past you."

He had been stern and scornful toward her, ensuring they never interfered in each other's lives.

"I will only be cheesy with you," he replied. "It's easy for others to see the past me, but it will be impossible for you!"

His implication was clear, and he would be pestering her from now on.

Amelie had no words, and she didn't need all that.

He had to be some kind of curse inflicted on her. Back then, he ignored all her attempts to win his heart, but now that she decided to abandon him entirely, he chose to haunt her instead.

There was no point in protesting and Amelie knew she couldn't change his opinion, so she changed the subject immediately. "Thank you for not exposing my identity just now, Mr. Alston. I owe you a favor."

Her mention of the issue made him shift his focus back to her. He looked into her eyes, suddenly recalling what Victor had said before—the boss of Starlight Media was a woman, which meant that…

She was about to turn around when her waist was gripped tightly and she was dragged into the elevator. Her back immediately made contact with the cold wall.

A thought suddenly flashed across his mind, and his eyes narrowed abruptly. Then, he released her as he suddenly retreated. Amelie, who had been pondering how she could make him let go of her, was puzzled when he relaxed his grip on her but did not want to think too much about it.

The elevator reached the lowest floor at that moment, and she marched out while rubbing her wrists that had been gripped tightly. She quickly walked to the garage, and when she turned around, Leo was no longer in sight. She could finally breathe easily and promptly left in her car without wasting any time.

Soon after she arrived home, Julia called her. "Sorry, I didn't manage to complete the deal after dragging you there." This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Amelie had applied a mask on her face as her fingers played with the sash of her pajamas. "I'm okay. What about you?"

"It's just a business deal. It's fine." Julia sounded as careless as she had always been. While Amelie founded Starlight Media, she had given Julia full control after marrying into the Alston Family.

After hanging up the call, she contacted the company lawyers to give Julia fifty percent of the shares for Starlight Media. She had wanted to do so five years ago, but Julia refused to accept it. Now that Julia and Samuel had been together for so long, it was about time they got married. Samuel's family was extremely successful, so Amelie couldn't just let Julia marry into the family empty-handed.

Samuel had always treated Julia well, but Amelie had learned a lot from her past marriage. The more prestigious a family was, the more relationships would be involved. It would be hard to get by with only love from one's husband. She didn't want Julia to have to be as tentative as she had been but to get married spectacularly. That way, Julia could hold her own when dealing with her in-laws as well.

…

The Genesis Tower resembled a slumbering lion after working hours, with only its tall silhouette visible when the lights were turned off. Only the president's office was illuminated in the dark building.

Leo had returned to his office after leaving Windy City International but postponed all his appointments and meetings.

Eugene opened the door to the president's office to see his boss sitting somberly with his back to him. He touched the files under his arm, his expression complicated.

"Well?" Leo asked as if he had eyes on the back of his head.

Eugene came back to himself immediately and marched inside, standing behind Leo with his back straight. "I've already checked it out. Miss Dillon submitted the files for the application to start Starlight Media under the name Gina Holland. That is most likely the name of Miss Dillon's mother."

"Gina Holland?" Leo thought this over. Amelie had told him about her mother back in Quinn Town and how she felt that her birth had caused her mother's death. Was she paying homage to her mother in such a way?

She definitely was the boss of Starlight Media!

"Miss Dillon is amazing. She's not only a powerful influencer with millions of fans but also the founder of such a big company." Eugene made a thumbs-up gesture, feeling impressed by her.

The more that feeling intensified, the more thoughtful his expression became. The president's mother spent so much effort looking around for a compatible girl for him but did not know that her former daughter-in-law was the real deal. Would she be frustrated after knowing that Amelie was this accomplished and regret letting go of the chance at a powerful collaboration?

Meanwhile, there was Miss Alston, who looked down on everyone and bullied them while relying on her reputation as the Alston heiress. She had bullied Amelie far too many times and would regret that immensely.

Eugene could already imagine the expressions on both their faces if they knew about this. How did such a great individual like Mr. Alston get saddled with such unreliable family members?

As Eugene was distracted by his wayward thoughts, Leo was also pondering things carefully.

The stepwise reveal of Amelie's true identity was like a slap to the face. Had he investigated more closely in the past or merely asked enough questions, he would have known that she was such a powerful individual. However, he was too blinded by anger and did nothing.

She had abandoned everything for him in favor of becoming a normal housewife and waited loyally for him to reciprocate her feelings, but what did he do? He suspected her of having ulterior motives, hated her, and even ignored her. The more he thought about this, the more disgusted he felt about himself.

Eugene could guess what Leo was thinking from his expression. "It's not entirely your fault. After all, Miss Dillon did not say anything during the four years you were married. If she had been willing to give even a hint, the misunderstanding between you two wouldn't have gotten this bad."

Leo was pale and silent as he closed his eyes and looked toward the ceiling. All he could see was Amelie approaching him hesitatingly when they were newly married. It wasn't that she didn't want to tell him; he hadn't even given her the chance to do so.

As he considered this, his phone rang.

He took out his cell phone and raised it to his ear. "Speak."

Victor's voice sounded. "I've found the cornea donor."