Chapter 483

Amelie had thought that Mr. Leveson was a person who handled matters extremely seriously. She hadn't thought that, in terms of living habits, he would still be a child. Amelie took a deep breath and reached out with her hand. Her slender fingers gently held onto one of the man's forearms, and she carefully lifted it upwards, tucking up the edge of the blanket. After gently putting down his arm, Amelie carefully held onto his other forearm, ready to do this again.