A Matter of Wife and Love

Chapter 282

“Oh my gosh, it’s a fish. It’s massive!” Giada exclaimed softly.

The others saw it too, and they all appeared amazed. Who’d have thought?!

The fish had been spooked, and it swam right into their trap.

“Now!” commanded Fabian when the right time came.

With that, the three guys lifted the clothes.

Splash!

The water seeped through the clothes continuously and flowed back into the river, leaving a fish that was about five pounds flopping around in there.

At that, Fabian gathered the ends and sealed the fish inside, rendering it immobile as it swayed its tail helplessly.

“Incredible!” Everyone applauded.

Meanwhile, Amelie wiped the sweat off her forehead out of habit, only to remember she was wearing a mask when she touched it.

The camera crew was so amazed by Amelie’s unusual fish-catching method that instead of filming, they brought the large white container over.

With that, the fish slipped into it, taking up half the space.

“That’s a big grass carp,” commented someone who knew what type of fish it was.

Later, Fabian led a few guys to fill the container with water, and just like that, the fish no longer flopped around but swam calmly inside.

“You have to hand it to Foxy. She sure has her ways!”

Their praise became like nails on a chalkboard for Lilith, and her originally smug face turned beyond grim.

Jodie pouted as well, surprised that Amelie was so capable.

But surely Blakey wouldn’t like a barbaric woman like her. An unadulterated man like Blake will only like otherworldly women. Sure, Foxy’s image was passable before this, but now that her ugly side has come out, Blakey will be repulsed.

At that, she looked toward Blake, who was standing in the water with his hands drooped by his sides and his pants rolled up. The droplets of water stuck to his fringe complimented his brilliantly bright eyes, which were locked onto Amelie intensely and affectionately.

For a moment, Jodie was captivated by the man’s gaze, and she wanted nothing more than to become Foxy right then so that she could bear the honor.

Following that, she clenched her fists, and the anger within her was set ablaze.

Damn you, Foxy. How dare you steal my man?! Blakey’s mine!

Furious with rage, Jodie kicked a rock on the ground with all her might, pretending it was Foxy.

Take that, you vixen!

Lo and behold, she stubbed her toes from overexertion, and she held her toes while grimacing in pain. Just like that, her perfect image was gone.

Meanwhile, Team B caught another fish using the same method, and seeing that it was just about enough for them, the group carried the two large fish out of the water.

While Team B caught two fish using Foxy’s method, Team A became green with envy as they watched the scene develop.

After all, none of them were willing to stray from their image and do something like that. Besides, it was humiliating to catch their fish using Amelie’s method.

“Come. I’ll make buttered noodles for everyone!” Chester announced, unable to applaud the opposing team at all.

With that, he glanced at Giada before striding away.

The others returned to the campsite as well, feeling upset.

Ellen, on the other hand, stood a distance away from Leo. She wanted to approach him, but then, she was worried she’d piss him off.

He looked really scary when his face was grim. She bit her lips piteously.

Meanwhile, Jodie came over and glared daggers at her. “What’s there to look at?! Leave!”

At that, Ellen tucked her neck and followed everyone back to the campsite, no longer daring to stay a second longer.

At the same time, Giada deliberately swayed her shapely figure as she walked toward Leo after taking a gander at those returning to the bank and latched her amorous gaze onto the man. “Mr. Alston, I’m pretty skilled if I do say so myself, and I also know a few ways to whip up delicacies. I’ll find some stuff and make them for you later—only for you.”

While speaking, she leaned in closer toward Leo, and her gaze practically told him what she wanted; her actions couldn’t be any more explicit.

However, the man merely strode away as though he never heard a word she said. In fact, he never even spared her a glance.

Giada, on the other hand, didn’t feel defeated at all despite his impassiveness, for she had gotten a good grasp of Leo’s temperament after spending such a long time with him. Instead, she narrowed her alluring eyes while a deeper desire to subjugate him surged within her.

Meanwhile, Team B was highly motivated since they managed to bag themselves a good catch.

After carrying the fish back to the campsite, Fabian and the two other guys voluntarily put up the tent while Amelie pulled out a knife to prep the fish for cooking.

Fiona, on the other hand, squatted next to her with nothing but admiration in her eyes. “Who would’ve guessed that you know how to catch fish and gut them? You are what they call Miss Perfect. So, tell me, is there anything you don’t know?”

To that, Amelie disagreed with amusement. “How can anybody be perfect? It’s merely because I was a playful child, and my dad let me mess around because he spoiled me.”

Amelie’s eyes beamed brilliantly as she recalled the childhood she spent with her father, who spoiled her. He would support her no matter how ridiculous her ideas got.

If she wanted to catch fish using clothes, Steven would bring her all his clothes.

If it weren’t for his coddling, she probably wouldn’t have come up with such a brilliant plan for this. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

“Your dad sounds amazing.” A hint of envy flashed across Fiona, and something hit her. “By the way, why would you be aware of the river, and how did you know the crew dropped some fish in there?”

She couldn’t help wondering if the crew had told Amelie about it in advance.

Amelie smiled and answered, “It was just a guess. No way would the crew only give us pasta, and remember how they didn’t tell us anything about today’s challenge? I figured they would do something with the food. There’s nothing but grass around here. Since the field isn’t a wise place to hide food, it can only be in the water.”

“Genius!” Fiona was genuinely impressed with Amelie. “Weren’t you worried that you’d be wrong, though? What if they actually hid the food up in the mountains?”

As Amelie focused on descaling the fish, she pursed her lips and answered, “They wouldn’t have done so. There’s no sign of anyone ever going up there. Besides, putting food up there will lure the ants to them easily.”

Only if the food was alive would they not have to worry about any accidents or infections, and the only best possible living thing would be a fish.

“I see.” Fiona realized how different she and Amelie were at this point. With a brain like Amelie’s, it was no wonder she could gain a hundred million fans.

By the time Fabian and the guys finished setting up the tent, Amelie had cooked up a piping hot pot of fish soup with one of the fish.

For the final touch, she sprinkled some wild herbs from someplace she got into the soup, making it look mouth-wateringly good.

At that, Fiona served everyone a bowl, to which they all gushed, “Amazing!”

Yeah, right. Chester came out with a plate of odd-looking pasta as he spoke. Though the man didn’t speak out his thoughts, his expression said everything.

“Eat up,” he said while placing the plate on the table.

“What is this? Why is it charred?” Jodie pitched her nose rudely, wearing nothing but contempt on her face.

Just then, someone went over and took a spoonful of pasta.

“Pfft!”

It was so bad that they spat it out directly, leaving Chester in an awkward position.

Compared to Team B’s milky fish soup, his was… a disaster, to say the least.

“Come on, guys. Have some.” Amelie walked over and placed a tray on Team A’s table.

On the tray were six bowls of fish and soup.

Jodie wanted to discredit Amelie when she saw the bowl of soup, but it smelled incredible, and it looked amazing too. Plus, she was already famished, so she drank it without saying a word.

“Wow, this is amazing.” Gordon took a sip too and gave Amelie a thumbs up.

At that, the rest of Team A quickly grabbed a bowl for themselves.

After everyone had taken their share, Amelie noticed there was still a bowl left on the tray.

She looked up and found Leo sitting not far away like a statue.

If her memory served her right, he had been sitting in that position for a long time, looking afar.

Who knows what’s running through his head?! Either way, he never cared for anything I did.

With that, she picked up the tray, intending to bring the bowl of soup back to her team.

“Wait.”

A voice sounded just as she turned around.

Amelie turned back around and saw that Leo had left the chair. He then strode toward her.