Love in Prime Years

Chapter 38 Amelia is dirty.

Leigh did not expect to bump into Lawrence in such a place. The smile on his face instantly

disappeared, and only the hatred and defence left like a hedgehog.

"Leigh, this is my best friend Lawrence, and he is my future brother-in-law!" Arthur still smiled and didn't

notice the weirdness of the atmosphere at all.

"Lawrence, what are you still standing there for? I have informed you in advance to prepare a gift! My

son is so handsome, how can I let you look at him for nothing?"

Lawrence stood motionlessly in place and didn’t say a word. His gaze locked tightly on Amelia's face

as if he was about to cut a hole in her face.

Lillian responded very quickly. She took out a heavy red envelope from her bag and handed it to Leigh,

"Leigh, nice to see you."

Leigh hated Lillian the most, so he didn't want to accept the gift she handed him. But Arthur moved

faster than Leigh, grabbed the red envelope, and stuffed it into Leigh's arms.

"Leigh, take it!" Arthur hugged Leigh tightly, "Come on, let's continue to receive red envelopes!"

Patrick and Preston arrived earlier. And when Amelia and the others entered the chamber, they had Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

already been waiting inside.

Arthur had already called them to prepare the red envelopes before. As soon as Leigh entered the

chamber, he naturally received two more red envelopes.

Leigh was cute and pleasing, so he won the favour of Preston and Patrick soon. Seeing Leigh was so

popular, Arthur felt proud of himself.

Patrick held Leigh for a while and suddenly realized something serious. He slapped Lawrence, who

was sitting next to him, as if he had discovered a secret, "Lawrence, do you think Leigh looks very

much like Arthur? Arthur, shouldn't Leigh really be your real son? Right?"

If Patrick didn’t say this, others didn’t notice it. But after hearing Patrick’s words, they all realized that

Leigh looked like Arthur.

Leigh and Arthur both had lovely baby face, and their nose and mouth looked similar. Although the

colors of their eyeballs were different, their eyes and eyebrows were very similar.

Arthur hugged Leigh from Patrick's arms. And he stared at Leigh’s eyes and eyebrows in a daze.

Suddenly, he couldn't help laughing out loud, "Ah, you are my real son, you look exactly like me!"

Arthur was so excited. He clutched Amelia's hand and said, "Amelia, I told you, Leigh and I are

destined to be father and son!"

Arthur had always been open-minded. He liked Amelia, so even if she married and divorced, and had

son, he didn’t mind. But it was a surprise for him that Leigh looked so much like him.

"Yes, you and Leigh really look similar." Amelia stared at the two similar faces in front of her and said in

a daze.

Amelia felt that the world was strange sometimes. Leigh didn't look exactly like her, or Lawrence, but

looked like Arthur, a man who had no blood relationship with him. No wonder, the first time she saw

Arthur, she felt Arthur was familiar because he looked too much like Leigh.

With Amelia's affirmation, Arthur became even cockier. When he saw Lawrence staring at him, he gave

Lawrence a defiant stare, "Lawrence, are you envious, jealous, or hate? You can also have a son who

looks like you! But you don’t have it right now!"

Once Arthur became cocky, he couldn’t find himself. He put one arm around Leigh and the other

around Amelia, "My Amelia is the best. She gave me a son who looks like me. I really think I'm the

happiest man in the world! Amelia, thank you so much for making me so happy!"

Amelia was speechless. Why it seemed like Leigh was Arthur's real son when Arthur said this?

She got out of Arthur's arms. She wanted to clarify her relationship with him, but when she saw

Lawrence across the room, she changed her mind.

She didn’t want to use Arthur to stimulate Lawrence. As long as Arthur liked her, no matter she refused

or accepted him, he was unlikely to give her up. No matter what she did, she was not taking advantage

of him.

She didn't want to act like a chaste woman and hurriedly get away from other men in front of Lawrence.

In Lawrence’s eyes, she was a slut. So she didn’t need to show her loyalty to him at all.

Arthur was still showing off to Lawrence, "Lawrence, if you are envious, you should hurry up and have

a child with my sister! But with your genes, you won't be able to have a child as cute as Leigh!"

Bang! Lawrence heavily shattered the goblet in his hand on the table. He stared at Arthur coldly, with

dark clouds in his eyes.

"Whose son are you saying he is?”

Arthur was quite afraid of Lawrence. But he was talking nice while Lawrence smashed the cup, so

Arthur wasn’t happy about it either.

He couldn't help but raise his voice, "Of course Leigh is my son! It's not like he's your son! I know

you're jealous of me, but I'm telling you, there are some things you can't be jealous of! Even if you give

birth to a son right away, you will not be able to give birth to such a big and cute son!"

"Heh!" Lawrence hooked his lips, but his eyes were even colder, "Only you will treat this illegitimate

child as a treasure!"

Leigh’s small face with a bright smile was instantly pale as paper. He thought he had made up his mind

not to like his father and would no longer care about the bad guy, but now, he found he would still be

sad hearing his words.

Amelia's face was not good either. She could put up with it if Lawrence hurt her. But if Lawrence

wanted to hurt Leigh, she couldn't bear it.

She was just about to get angry when Arthur stood up with a slap on the table, "Lawrence, what do you

mean by that? Leigh is precious son for me and Amelia, and he is my favourite baby. If you say these

words again in the future, even you are my best friend, I, Arthur, will be at odds with you!"

Feeling Amelia's body was trembling, Arthur clutched her hand and comforted her softly, "Amelia, don't

be sad. As long as I'm here, I won't let anyone bully Leigh, and I won't let anyone bully you! Amelia, I

love you, I will treat you well for the rest of my life!"

"Love?" Lawrence snorted disdainfully, and his voice was cold, "Arthur, she is a slut, but you don’t feel

her dirty?"

A slut? Dirty? The blood on Amelia's face faded instantly. She subconsciously closed her coat, but her

body was still cold. The air conditioning in the chamber was so warm, but her teeth trembled

uncontrollably.

What Lawrence liked most was to trample on her dignity. It was not the first time he said these words to

her. She thought that she would get used to it after hearing it for so many times. He said these words in

front of so many people now, and she was still sad.

She, Amelia, was not completely shameless.