Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 186: It Was You Who Rolled into My Arms on Your Own Accord

Chapter 186: Chapter 186: It Was You Who Rolled into My Arms on Your Own Accord

"You didn’t say how you knew."

"I just said it, didn’t I? I didn’t instigate the child, but you don’t believe me."

Christopher Hart stared at her, and in the silent stillness, the air between them immediately filled with tension.

Even the little girl, previously crying nonstop, was frightened into silence, staring blankly at them with wide eyes.

"Forget it, I don’t want to argue with you, I’m going to put Hope to bed."

She stood up to leave, but Hope spoke up weakly, "I want Daddy to hold me..."

She looked down at her daughter, helpless, "Do you want Daddy or Mommy after all?"

The little girl, with tearful, innocent eyes, sobbed, "I want both Daddy and Mommy..."

"No, you can only choose one."

On hearing this, Hope looked at her, held back, and then her lips trembled, bursting into tears again.

Christopher was furious, quickly got out of bed, and came over to pick up his daughter.

"If you’re angry with me, take it out on me, not our daughter, she’s suffered enough!"

The man snatched his daughter away, and the little girl started a new round of crying.

Amelia Garcia stood aside, unable to find the heart to leave.

The man soothed her for a while, and eventually Hope fell quiet again.

Exhausted from crying, her eyes closed, leaving only her adorable little body twitching.

Amelia felt awkward, gestured with her hand, "So... I’m going back to sleep, you should take her to bed quickly too."

She turned to leave as she spoke, not waiting for the man’s response.

But Hope was not having it, lifting her head, she called out with a raspy little voice, "Mommy... I want Mommy to stay with me while I sleep..."

Utterly frustrated, she turned back around.

But when she saw her daughter puckering her lips, trying not to cry, and those big eyes filled with innocence, she felt horribly cruel.

What could her child have done wrong?

She just wanted her mommy to stay with her while she slept, a wish every child should have fulfilled, a very ordinary desire.

Despite resisting a hundred times, resisting sharing a bed with someone, faced with her daughter’s eager plea, the woman relented.

"Alright, Mommy will stay with you, go to sleep, Mommy won’t leave."

She had no choice but to come back, took the little girl from the man’s arms, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

She placed her daughter in the middle of the bed, leaned against the edge, and lay down, gently patting her daughter’s back with one hand.

Hope faced her, eyes wide open and watchful of her mother, fearful that she might leave again.

Until... sleepiness overcame her, her eyelids fluttered shut, trembling as she struggled to keep them open.

Amelia leaned there, planning to sneak out once her daughter fell asleep.

But she had barely slept the previous night, worried that Christopher would find their son, worried that Kane wouldn’t be able to handle them alone, and tossed and turned all night without sleep.

And now tonight had been another long ordeal...

Once everything grew quiet around her, she quickly succumbed to the overwhelming drowsiness.

Almost simultaneously with Hope falling asleep, she drifted off unknowingly.

On the other side of the large bed, the man turned his back to them, listening to the quiet behind him, only the sound of breathing rising and falling, then after a moment of silence, he slowly turned around.

Mother and daughter facing each other, their sleeping faces looked as if carved from the same mold.

Such a beautiful and tranquil scene.

Glancing at his daughter who was still whimpering in her sleep, Mr. Hart felt a grudge—little girl, if you were going to make a fuss, why not do it earlier? If you’d done it earlier, you could have gotten your mother over here and saved Daddy the embarrassment of running over there.

Really...

His reputation was ruined!

Mr. Hart didn’t consider how many times his reputation had been ’ruined’ before.

Staring affectionately at the mother and daughter for a while, he reached out his hand carefully and pulled the blanket up a bit, covering them both well.

Seeing that the woman was also exhausted and sleeping deeply, he grew bolder.

His hand slipped under the blanket, first holding the woman’s hand.

Seeing no reaction from her, his arm gradually reached out, over their daughter’s little body, and rested upon the soft, slender waist.

The touch was warm and soft, tender and endearing.

Those long-lost memories that still rooted in his cerebral cortex suddenly all flooded back.

The myriad thoughts weighing on his heart, along with the pent-up frustration and irritation, miraculously found solace.

Once he got those two little brats back, his life would truly be at its peak and unrivaled.

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The consequence of a night’s turmoil was that they all overslept the next day.

Amelia Garcia jolted awake and saw the curtains aglow with sunlight streaming through, her first thought being, "Damn, I’m late!"

But before she could get out of bed, her waist suddenly tightened, and a husky voice came from behind her, "It’s Sunday today, no work... sleep a little longer."

She recoiled, her whole body bristling, and looked down at her waist— a man’s arm!

Then she turned back!

"Christopher, you—"

That bastard, who let him hug her?

"Get off me!" she shouted, infuriated without an outlet, and hammered him fiercely with her hands before pushing him away.

Where was Hope?

She remembered that when they went to bed last night, she had deliberately placed her daughter between them to block him.

"Hope..." Just as she was about to ask, she glanced at the foot of the bed and saw the little girl lying sprawled out under a fleece blanket, sleeping sweetly.

Thankfully the bed was big enough; otherwise, she would have surely been kicked onto the floor.

She got up, intending to bring her daughter back to her side, but Christopher Hart pulled her back.

"What are you doing!" Amelia was livid.

Clearly, it was this bastard’s doing. To play the molester, he had squeezed their precious daughter to the edge of the bed to smell their stinky feet.

What kind of person was he!

Unbelievable!

The man explained, "If you pick her up now, she will surely wake up; just let her sleep there, she can sleep longer."

Amelia glared at him, knowing he was making sense, and held back her retort.

She turned to get out of bed.

Feeling her absence in his arms, he was naturally reluctant and whispered, "You don’t have work today, why get up so early?"

"..." The woman ignored him.

"I didn’t do anything to you last night; it was you who crawled into my arms."

"..."

"Only a hug, I didn’t do anything to you."

"..."

"Can I let you hit me a few more times?"

"..."

"Hey! Have you gone mute?"

No matter what he said, Amelia paid him no heed and walked out the door.

The man lay back down and heaved a helpless sigh; he lifted his head, looked at his own waist, and then placed a hand over his forehead.

This monk-like, miserable life—when would it end...

The phone on the bedside table vibrated.

He turned, took a glance, and picked it up.

The next second, his brows slightly furrowed.

Seeing his daughter still asleep, he quietly got out of bed, donned a robe, walked to the terrace, and closed the door before he answered the call.

"Hello, Mom."

"Christopher, what’s going on? I heard you found those two kids? You even brought them home?"

The call was from his mother, Emma Carter, who had evidently caught wind of the news.

But he hadn’t sorted things out here yet and didn’t want his parents getting involved yet, as it would only make things worse. He responded nonchalantly, "The kids were sent away last night, they’re not here with me."

"What do you mean? I heard that... the kids are related to you? Christopher, I’ve said it before, Amelia Garcia is very calculating; she must have done it on purpose..."

"Mom, about the apology you owe her, have you decided? If you have, you can come over today; she happens to be here." Christopher Hart didn’t wait for his mother to finish her sentence before he cut her off.