A Matter of Wife and Love by Mila

Amelie looked up and was greeted by Giada, who was sporting a tight outfit. She was standing in a position that

could show off her allure as much as possible, her gaze on Amelie. “You like Mr. Alston, don’t you?” she whispered.

And her gaze stayed on Amelie. Gaze as piercing as a sword.

“No,” said Amelie coolly.

Giada tilted her head. “I see.” And then she left, swaying her hips.

Amelie had seen enough people to know that Giada liked Leo. The way she looked at him and the way she acted

around him was enough proof. Another moth to the fire, huh? And she turned back as well.

Fiona helped her with the dishes. While the cameraman was elsewhere, she whispered, “You should stay away from

Giada. And tell Blake to do that too.”

Amelie was surprised that Fiona would make that remark as the latter barely ever talked behind any actor’s back.

Amelie only nodded in response.

Fiona liked that about Amelie. She knows everything, yet she knows what not to speak.

When they were done with the dishes, the gentlemen were already grilling the fish. They lathered the fish oil on the

fish and turned them around on the grill.

Blake was there as well. He did not reek of the grease of an unkempt man. Even a crude job like fish grilling looked

like art when he was doing it. The slivers of smoke that wafted into the air swirled around him, covering him in a veil

of mystery, not unlike the protectors of the elf king behind a shield.

“Man, Blake’s the goal of every guy out there.” The cameraman snapped photos of Blake.

Not every man could have the air of grace and innocence Blake had. Even though he would choke on the smoke

from time to time, Blake would keep up his smile, and everyone admired him for that.

Through her mask, Amelie looked at Blake, and a smile curled her lips. He’s a big boy now. No longer the dejected

kid he once was. Now he’s happy and joyful. Wonder who’s going to be lucky enough to date him?

And then she was presented with a fish. “Here, done,” someone said. Amelie looked before her and realized that it

was Blake. He was holding a piece of fish filet in his gloved hand. The skin of the fish was golden and crisp, but the

flesh was white with fresh smoke billowing from it.

He cut a slice of the fish and fed Amelie with it.

Since Amelie had no gloves on, she gulped the fish right off his hand. “This is good.” She closed her eyes and sighed

in enjoyment. Her face was gleaming, and she looked like a fairy dancing through the lush, verdant woods around

her.

“Really?” Blake smiled like a child who just got complimented by his mother. His eyes were gleaming, but he was

only gazing at Amelie.

Whoa. This is just as beautiful as the scene in the water. The cameraman quickly set the camera rolling.

“Don’t they look loving?” Noticing this, Ellen said, sitting on the boulder.

Leo was bandaging her wound, and he raised his head just in time to see that scene, and he balled his fist.

“Ouch.” Ellen gasped and held her wrist. “You’re hurting me, Leo.”

Leo snapped out of it and let go of the bandage to dress her wound again. After dinner, the contestants went

around for some fun and scattered when night had fully descended. It had been an exhausting day, and everyone

returned to their tents. They were split into two groups, and each group would get two tents.

Every tent would have three people in it. Amelie soon fell asleep, but a mosquito bite woke her up at midnight. She

got up silently and sprayed some insect repellent around. It was silent. Not even a bug’s chirp was heard. Aside

from the tent, the only thing she saw around her was a row of lights. Dim lights. Their illumination was limited, but

Amelie couldn’t sleep, so she followed the path of these lights as she stared around at the night. A chilly breeze

kissed her, sending shudders down her spine, and she hugged herself.

She turned back only to realize the tents were already some distance away. It was a safe place, but she didn’t want

to leave the tents too far. Just when she was about to go back, she noticed, under the tree illuminated by some

light, a woman suddenly hugging the man before her. Hold on, that’s… The light shone on the hugging pair, and

Amelie noticed who the man was.

Leo? Is he making out with Ellen at this hour? They could’ve just told everyone they were dating and be done with

the show. Why this surreptitious act? Not like it has anything to do with me, though. She ignored them and tried to

leave.

But then she heard the woman whisper, “I’ve been in love with you for a while now, Mr. Alston.”

That’s not Ellen! Amelie froze, and the woman spoke again.

“Aw, don’t give me the cold shoulder. I’m a girl too. Whatever Ellen can give you, I can too. And I can do better than

her. Wanna grope my milkers?”

Giada! Amelie was in shock. She knew Giada liked Leo, but this was a brazen behavior. She’s been flirting with all

the guys, and Chester only came to this show for her. And she never refused his help. So, he’s her backup plan?

This woman is a h… Best not to finish that thought. I can see why Fiona dislikes her. Then sounds of footsteps broke

Amelie’s train of thought. She raised her head and was met with Leo. Despite the darkness of the night shrouding

his face, she could still feel the air around him tensing up, and she shuddered. She thought he would go around her,

but instead, he came to a stop mere inches before her. What’s he trying to do?

Are we in a staring competition? Wait, what am I thinking? This is awkward. I wanna hide in a hole.

Leo said nothing, staring at her.

Amelie felt perspiration forming on her head, and she waved her hand. “Hi, Mr. Alston.” And she put on a nervous

smile.

Leo could see her clearly thanks to the light, and he noticed her grin. His face fell, and then he left without saying a

word.

Huh? Amelie stared at him. I have a feeling he was angry at me. Because I saw them making out? That’s a bit of an

overreacting, isn’t it? To not make things even more awkward, since Giada was following Leo closely, Amelie went

away in a hurry so she wouldn’t see Giada.

Her head was hung low, and she didn’t realize that Leo had slowed down. He was clearing out the obstacles for her,

and when they came back to the tents, he went around the tent she was in. Giada saw that, however, and she bit

her lip, her eyes fixed on the two of them, and her gaze dripping with venom.

Amelie came back only to see Blake standing outside her tent. He was looking at her with worry in his eyes. “Can’t

sleep?”

“Blake?” Amelie looked at him, surprised. “You can’t sleep either?”

“Yeah,” he lied. He came because he knew she couldn’t sleep well in new places. He knew she might get up at

night, and he wanted to accompany her. Back when Amelie got up, he had already emerged from his tent, but in

case she felt uneasy around him, he only watched over her from a distance.

“Get some sleep. We have work tomorrow.” Amelie smacked his sleeve and yawned. I just saw some nightmare

fuel. Better stay in the tent now.

“Sure.” Blake returned to his tent, but just before he entered it, he stopped and looked at Leo, who was in the other

tent. And he frowned.