Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 131: If You Won’t Speak, Then Let’s Do Something Else

Chapter 131: Chapter 131: If You Won’t Speak, Then Let’s Do Something Else

Amelia Garcia suddenly turned around, instinctively wanting to retort, but as her gaze met his wickedly smiling face, she immediately held back.

Seeing her so angry and his repeated initiatives to make amends all in vain, Christopher Hart felt his anger rising again.

After a pause, he suddenly stepped forward, grabbing the woman’s arm.

"You should drink to show respect—otherwise, you’ll have to face the consequences!"

Amelia was yanked off balance, and she blurted out, "What are you doing! Let go!"

"Do you refuse to speak to me?"

The woman bit her lip, not speaking again, but her wrist kept twisting, trying to break free.

Christopher held on tightly until he dragged her out of her daughter’s bedroom.

In the corridor, he turned and pressed the woman against the wall, his tall body closing in.

Amelia pressed her back against the wall from head to toe, also turning her face away, unwilling to face him.

"Have you made enough of a scene? Do you really plan to ignore me from now on?"

Silent, she didn’t speak.

The silence between them hung heavy, and her stubbornly cold face made him itch with hatred.

After a tense moment, he suddenly brought his hand up, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him.

Amelia raised her hand to slap him.

But the slap didn’t land.

The man curved his lips, a mocking look passing through his eyes, before, quite habitually, his thumb heavily caressed her lips.

Amelia frowned.

He seemed to really enjoy tormenting her lips like this.

But the action was too intimate, and she recoiled from it in her heart.

"Such pretty lips, yet they won’t speak—it’s such a waste..."

"..."

"If you won’t speak, then we can do something else."

Before the man finished speaking, his handsome face leaned down, and the profound masculine scent overwhelmed her.

Alarms rang in Amelia’s head, but in this situation, powerless, she was like a fish on the chopping block.

Her lips were tightly covered by his, her breath stolen, her body pressed against the wall by his heavy form, almost squashed flat.

Amelia felt extreme hatred.

In her view, such intimacy should be consensual, arising naturally when the emotion was right.

Not every time being enforced, being kissed forcefully.

This made her feel greatly disrespected, a humiliation!

Knowing she couldn’t break free, she simply gave up struggling from the start.

Not responding, not resisting, she just stood still, biting down on her teeth tightly, letting him ravage her lips.

Soon, Christopher noticed her stubbornness and resistance, a touch of darkness crossing through his gaze.

He studied the delicate face before him.

She was still the same person, and yet he felt everything was different now.

The Amelia of the past was gentle, well-behaved, soft, and somewhat submissive, like a vine clinging to a man’s life.

But the Amelia of now was tough, efficient, independent, clear-headed and ruthless, more like a cactus standing in the desert.

He hadn’t coaxed a woman into spirits for many years, hadn’t gone against his own wishes to please a woman.

But now it was all falling apart in front of her.

And yet, he couldn’t get even a smile from her.

Could it be that Benny Palmer was right—that he was just despicable? When she loved him, he was indifferent, and now that he had lost her, he chased after her disgracefully.

No, that wasn’t it.

He just wanted Hope to have a mother.

Before, he thought she really had died, and there was nothing he could do about his daughter wanting a mother, since he didn’t possess the power to bring the dead back to life.

But now that he knew she was alive and well, why shouldn’t she come back to be a mother for his daughter?

He had said before that his daughter, Christopher Hart’s daughter, should not be inferior to others.

What other children have, his daughter must also have!

Thinking of these things, the man’s dark eyes became resolute once again, with his deep pupils filled with a determination to win at all costs!

Amelia saw him stop and thought maybe he’d given up after kissing her in vain for a while, seeing that she wasn’t cooperating.

But just when she opened her trembling eyelashes, thinking the "punishment" was over, she was startled by the man bending down once more, with his sharp gaze making her want to dodge, yet finding herself held even tighter.

His hand suddenly swept over her waist, and the heat of his palm was like sparks to a fire.

Amelia shook suddenly, and, caught off guard, he pried her mouth open, kissing her deeper and more intensely.

Bastard!

Beast!

Tears rolled down uncontrollably, and she finally stopped resisting quietly but instead cried out in pain.

Christopher Hart had just been indulging in the satisfaction of having broken through her defenses, but then he tasted the bitter flavor on his tongue, and before he could stop, the delicate body in his arms trembled softly from the suppressed crying.

He was taken aback, frowning.

"Is kissing me that painful?" he asked in displeasure and anger.

The woman, like a drifting duckweed, shaken as if sieving chaff, still kept silent.

Without his restraint, she slowly slid down, hugging herself, her body continuing to tremble lightly.

Christopher Hart’s brow furrowed even more, looking down at the woman curled up in a ball, feeling a rage brewing to the point of madness.

He had never encountered such a vexing issue!

Just one woman, yet capable of tormenting him to the point of helplessness!

Suppressing the urge to forcibly lift her up, Christopher Hart then remembered Benny Palmer’s words—hard tactics won’t work, try being soft, gentle, coax her.

He sighed deeply, crouched down, raised his hand, and gently laid it on the woman’s shoulder.

"Don’t cry... It’s your fault for angering me. I tried talking to you, but you just ignored me..."

Amelia remained still and did not lift her head, continuing to sob and cry.

"You heard just now, it’s very likely that Lily Garcia didn’t donate a kidney to Wendy, they deceived the Hart Family. Once I get the evidence, I will formally annul the marriage."

He had come up here intending to discuss this matter with her.

Who knew she would ignore him, and it was out of anger that he had kissed her forcefully.

"If you hadn’t given birth to Hope, maybe... our relationship would have been completely severed. But you gave birth to Hope, and she is so sweet and sensible, a joy to everyone. Can you bear for her to be without a mother, to grow up lacking motherly love?"

"Just think of it for the sake of the child, consider it carefully, and let’s get... No, get married."

He had intended to say "remarry," but then he thought about her current identity and decided that "get married" was the more appropriate term.

In the eyes of the outside world, his ex-wife Amelia Garcia had already been dead for over four years.

This woman only looked like his former wife.

If they got married, in the public eye, it would be a new beautiful story, help conceal the inside story of her fake death from back then, and give his daughter a complete family.

Three birds with one stone.

Amelia cried in a daze, hearing him patiently explaining all this without being moved in the slightest.

Raising her tear-stained eyes, she touched her face covered in tears and choked out, "I want to leave."

Christopher Hart’s expression darkened.

See! He knew it; this woman was unmoved by either soft or hard approaches!

"Christopher Hart, matters of the heart can’t be forced. Don’t you understand? No one will wait for you forever. Why would you think that just because you are ready to come back, I must be grateful? I failed my daughter, but I can’t sacrifice the rest of my life because of that."

His gaze turned colder.

She turned her face away numbly, paused, and finally said, "I need to be myself first, before I am a mother."