บททั้งหมดของ In Love With My Ex-Wife: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Amelia took a deep breath and sat down, her hands trembling slightly. She needed to determine whether the cryptic message she had received was genuine, but how could she find out? She had tried texting the anonymous sender but had not yet received a reply. Just as she was trying to collect herself, her phone buzzed with a notification. It was a text from Leo. “Hey, Amelia. Any chance you are free tonight? Let's have dinner when you clock out from work just you and me. This is my second wish, and you can't turn me down.” Amelia paused, rereading the message and checking the name of the sender to be sure it was actually from Leo. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She had almost forgotten about Leo's “three wishes.” Her mind was still caught up in the chaos of the day, the confrontation with Sophia, the cryptic message, and the shadow of Elise's death. Yet, as she stared at Leo's message something in her softened. Maybe she needed this, a moment to step away from

She quickly added, “Or maybe I should do it myself. I’ll go to the bathroom and blow-dry it. These are your important documents, and it wouldn’t be good if they get messed up.” After speaking, she tried to stand, but Leo pulled her back into the chair, saying impatiently, “Sit down. I'm not complaining." Amelia hesitated for a moment but obediently sat back down. She could feel her hormones rising with each passing second, but she tried her best to subdue them. Being in Leo’s office that late, and letting him do something so personal for her gave Amelia an inexplicable feeling. She didn’t want to think too deeply about it, but the instinct to escape tugged at her. Fortunately, even if Leo carefully dried her hair, it wouldn’t take forever. Eventually, it would be done. After a while, Leo finally let go of her hair, and Amelia sighed in relief before standing up immediately. “It’s dry now. Thank you,” she said. Leo nodded and simply put the hairdryer down without utter

"Blood!" Amelia exclaimed. Leo glanced at the back of his hand and noticed a small wound. It must have been accidentally caught on a metal buckle from the clothing of one of the thugs he had just beaten up. He frowned and muttered, "It's just a small wound." Amelia shook her head. "Even if it's just a small wound, you can't be careless. If tetanus sets in, it could become serious." She pursed her lips and glanced at Leo's car parked nearby. "Can I borrow your car? I'll take you to the hospital to treat the wound." Leo raised an eyebrow. Amelia had just acted like she wanted to keep her distance from him in the office. Now she was so concerned about whether he'd get tetanus. The corners of Leo's mouth curled slightly. Amelia worried he might misunderstand, quickly explained, "After all, you were hurt because of me. If something happens, I'll feel guilty." Leo didn’t pay much attention to her explanation. He simply nodded in agreement and tossed her the car keys. Amelia

He spoke softly, “If you want to go home and see Liam and Ella, you should clean yourself up first. You wouldn’t want them to think something happened to you last night, would you?” Amelia looked at herself and saw that she was a mess. Her hair was messy, and her clothes were wrinkled. If she returned like this, the kids might think something happened to her and question her. So, Amelia went back to the room to freshen up. When she returned downstairs, she found Leo had already made breakfast. Naturally, Leo’s breakfast wasn’t extravagant—just some toast and boiled eggs. Amelia couldn’t just leave without eating, so she sat down to have breakfast. After finishing, Leo suddenly said, “I’ll go with you.” Amelia was startled, and her eyes showed a hint of alertness. “You’ve already used up your visiting rights for this week.” Leo sneered, “Who said that?” “You did,” she replied as he approached her step by step. "Four times a month, half a day each time. But last time,

Upon seeing this, Amelia feared he might explode at any moment, so she quickly said, “Okay, thank you.” “You’re welcome,” the vendor replied. Amelia swiftly pulled Leo aside. Once they were alone, she handed him a tissue. “The women at the market can be quite enthusiastic. You might not be used to it, but they have no ill intentions. Besides, they won’t like you just because you have money. So in the future, don’t act like a nouveau riche.” Leo raised an eyebrow. “Nouveau riche?” The Reynold family had been prominent in the city for generations. With a lineage of over a hundred years, their family background was likely unmatched by any other wealthy family in the country. And she called him a nouveau riche? Amelia made a sound of agreement. “Anyway, just don’t do it again.” After she finished speaking, she ignored him and continued walking forward, holding the two small bags while the kids followed behind her, leaving Leo. Leo stood in place, carefully pondering her