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Chapter 160: President Hart Makes a Wedding Dress for His Rival in Love

Chapter 160: Chapter 160: President Hart Makes a Wedding Dress for His Rival in Love

Amelia thought she must have lost her mind.

She had finally cleared up her relationship with this man, and the recent rumors had finally settled down.

But today, she had a feverish idea to go on a picnic with him and their daughter.

What if someone recognized them?

What if some gossip paparazzi captured them?

She was daydreaming when the man walked toward her with steady steps.

Dressed in casual clothes instead of his usual suit and leather shoes, President Hart suddenly looked ten years younger.

With his handsome, profound features and tall, imposing figure, he moved with an air of confidence, his smile charming—Amelia watched, feeling as if time had reversed, seeing Brother Christopher approaching her again.

"Let’s take your car; I don’t feel like driving today."

As he passed by her, Christopher Hart casually dropped a comment with a light smile, then consciously walked over to her car.

Amelia realized belatedly and cursed herself under her breath for acting like a smitten teenager, quickly turning to ask, "Can’t you drive?"

"Why should a family take several cars on an outing? It’s just a hassle looking for parking spaces," President Hart responded, standing in front of her white Audi and turning back to her.

Hope was impatient, urging, "Hurry up, Mom, or there won’t be any lawn left!"

Inside the house, Aunt Harper came out with the servants, bringing along two baskets full of food and drinks, as well as camping tents and waterproof mats.

Amelia was once again astonished.

How could they... be so well-prepared?

She suddenly sneered, realizing she had been duped.

This father and daughter must have plotted this together.

But at this point, if she backed out, who knew how heartbroken Hope would be?

However, having policies above, she schemes below, thinking of a plan with a smile and walked to her car, opening the door.

Hope got into the car, cheering jubilantly.

Christopher Hart stood by the trunk, watching the servants load everything inside.

Aunt Harper handed him a backpack, "Sir, this contains Miss Hope’s stuff. She’ll need to wipe off sweat and change clothes later, and there are some emergency medicines in there too."

Amelia listened and was speechless again.

This seemed like they were preparing for a long journey.

However, she said nothing and silently left a message for Kane on WhatsApp.

Everything was packed in the car, and President Hart naturally walked to the passenger side, opening the door.

However, seeing a pile of things on the seat—bags, drafts, a tissue box, and the like—he slightly bent over and looked up at the woman, "Could you clear this up?"

Amelia glanced at him, tossed her head back, "You sit with Hope."

"That wouldn’t be polite." It made her seem like the driver.

The woman looked ahead, her profile cold and stunningly beautiful, "You sitting in the passenger seat is what’s impolite."

"Fine, okay..." The man laughed helplessly with resignation, then closed the door and went to the back seat.

Seeing her father get in, Hope cheered again excitedly, "Dad, today is the happiest day ever!"

Christopher Hart wanted to say that Dad was very happy too, but in the presence of a certain someone, he couldn’t make it too obvious, so he smiled and playfully pinched his daughter’s nose, indulgently lifting her into his arms.

Amelia checked the rearview mirror, her face a mixture of wanting to speak but stopping herself, then hit the road.

The car was filled with the laughter and chatter of the father and daughter as Amelia focused on driving.

At one point, her phone rang.

She took advantage of the red light to check her phone—Kane had replied.

The worry she had been carrying finally eased.

"Hope, do you mind if Mom’s friend also comes to today’s picnic?" she asked gently, looking in the rearview mirror.

Hope had been playing with her dad but turned her head upon hearing this, "Is it Aunt Snow Fitch?"

"Yes." She didn’t deny it—she had indeed asked Kane to pick up Snow Fitch and bring her along.

"That’s fine! I really like Aunt Snow Fitch."

The little girl was still so innocent and naive, immediately replying with a smile.

But President Hart’s expression became somewhat hard to describe.

How could Snow Fitch have the nerve? Wasn’t she afraid that acting like such a glaring third wheel would backfire spectacularly?

With President Hart in a bad mood, he stopped horsing around with his daughter.

The quiet car was soon filled with his sarcastic tone, "Not bad driving skills. Did you get your license abroad?"

Amelia sensed the change in his mood, but she didn’t care.

"Yes, but don’t worry, I switched to a domestic license as soon as I got back," she said, glancing in the rearview mirror, her words loaded with meaning.

Christopher Hart pursed his lips, his displeasure even more apparent on his face.

Upon arriving at the destination, parking spaces were indeed hard to find.

The autumn was clear and crisp, a gentle breeze warmed the air, and numerous children ran around in frenzy on the lawn, while groups of adults sat scattered around, eating and chatting.

The scene considerably lightened Amelia Garcia’s mood.

Over the years, juggling child-rearing, studies, parenting, and work, she was so busy every day like a spinning top, she hardly knew when she last took a moment to enjoy life.

Recalling her own childhood, although lacking family warmth, she and her peers would either go hiking or kite flying every weekend, never missing a chance to connect with nature.

Now, because of her hectic schedule, her two sons hardly had the chance to go out and play properly.

Getting out of the car, she secretly resolved to take a day or two off, no matter how busy, to bring Noah and Ethan out to bask in the sun and run freely in Zurich, letting them unleash their youthful nature.

As the two of them were unloading the trunk, Amelia asked, "With so many people here, aren’t you afraid of being recognized?"

"So what if I am? I’m spending time with my daughter, not doing anything shady. Shouldn’t I be seen?" he replied humorously, lifting things and heading towards the lawn.

Following behind, Amelia watched his strong posture, carrying things effortlessly; she couldn’t help but reminisce about their childhood days hiking together.

Back then, he was tall and striding ahead, occasionally turning back to give her a hand up the rocks.

Feeling strangely nostalgic, she furrowed her brows. Before she could shake off these images, the man suddenly turned back, stopping and shouting, "Hurry up! If it’s too heavy, leave it and I’ll come get it."

Startled, she quickly came to her senses, lowering her head with a flushed face and quickening her steps, "I can handle it, I don’t need your help."

She muttered sullenly, quickly passing him.

Christopher Hart chuckled in silence and softly tapped his daughter’s chin, "Quick, go catch up with Mom."

"Yay, I’m going to race Mom!" Hope immediately ran ahead, joyfully shouting, "Mom, come catch me! Dad, you’re last now, come on!"

After much deliberation, the family of three finally chose a spot with fewer people and set their things down.

Christopher Hart took out the camping tent.

Just as Amelia was about to ask if he knew how to set it up, she saw that the tent was a pop-up model, magical like a trick.

Hope was thrilled, immediately crawling inside.

Amelia spread out the mat and began unpacking the food and drinks.

Her phone rang before she was done.

Picking it up, she smiled, "Hello, have you arrived? Is the car parked?"

Just as Christopher Hart emerged from the tent and heard her, the smile on his face vanished as if like a face-changing act in Sichuan opera.