Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 195 I don’t want anyone else, just you!

Chapter 195: Chapter 195 I don’t want anyone else, just you!

Amelia kept glancing at the rearview mirror as she drove.

Unsurprisingly, the expensive Cullinan was ostentatiously following her.

Not too close, not too far, just within her line of sight.

This bastard...

She cursed in her mind, and seeing the traffic light start its countdown, she suddenly changed lanes and managed to cross the intersection in the last two seconds.

In the rearview mirror, the Cullinan stopped before the red light.

She smiled silently to herself, feeling unexpectedly pleased.

Until she entered the neighborhood, she didn’t see the car again.

Phew... finally shook it off!

When she got home, her children rushed up to her happily.

"Mom, why did you get off work so early today?"

"Yes, because Mom missed you guys and wanted to come back early."

"I missed you too, Mom, and I missed the food you make even more."

Her younger son was always so articulate, knowing exactly how to charm people with sweet words.

Sister Jones walked out from the kitchen and smiled, "Miss Norton, I’ve washed and chopped everything as you instructed."

"Thank you, Sister Jones. You can knock off now."

"Alright, then I’ll come over earlier tomorrow."

Sister Jones was a local and would go home every evening unless her employers asked her to stay overnight. She would then come back early the next day.

"Okay, you guys play by yourselves for a bit, Mom is going to make something delicious for you!"

She took off her coat and rolled up her sleeves, ushering the kids out and diving into the kitchen to get busy.

Downstairs, Christopher Hart waited by the car and checked the time, furrowing his brow.

After waiting another ten minutes or so, seeing a familiar vehicle arrive, he straightened up and walked to the curb.

"Daddy!" Hope got out of the car and happily threw herself into his arms.

The man lifted her up high and held her tight.

Fuller followed behind and greeted, "Mr. Hart."

"What took you so long?" Christopher held his daughter and asked the bodyguard with a stern face.

Fuller was aggrieved, "As soon as I received your call, I took Miss Hope and left immediately, but it’s rush hour now, traffic is bad everywhere."

"That’s all, you can leave now." The man said brusquely and turned, holding his daughter toward the gate.

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In the living room, the younger brother was playing with LEGO trains, while the older brother was busy with something at the computer, his handsome face looking a bit serious.

The doorbell rang, and the two brothers looked up simultaneously toward the door.

Then, they looked back at each other.

"Why are you looking at me? Go open the door." Noah looked down, continuing to stare at the computer screen.

Ethan, not one to take orders from his brother lightly, albeit already used to obeying those "commands," grudgingly got up and went to open the door.

But as soon as he opened it, the little guy was taken aback.

Christopher had thought entry wouldn’t be easy, so he brought his daughter along as his little savior.

Who knew the door would open just at the bell’s ring.

His gaze drifted downward, finally realizing—it was his younger son.

Figures, if it were that woman or his older son, there would surely be a lot of grumbling.

"Ethan, Daddy brought your sister over for dinner, where’s your mom?" The man looked at his son kindly while speaking, moving inside.

Ethan, a bit dumbfounded, instinctively moved aside and replied, "Mom is cooking in the kitchen."

As soon as they spoke, Noah, who had been at the computer in the living room, heard and rushed out.

Seeing the man entering their space, the young boy’s expression darkened: "What are you doing here!"

"Came to have dinner with your sister."

Sister...

The two brothers looked at the little girl in the man’s arms—together—having not seen their sister in a long time, wondering if she was still mad at them.

"Your sister can eat, but you can’t!"

"Then ask her if she wants me to leave."

Hope immediately hugged the man’s neck, looking down at her brother from above, "Dad can’t leave! I want to eat with mom and dad, if anyone should leave, it should be you!"

Noah’s face lost its brightness upon hearing this.

It seems that his sister was still angry with them.

In the kitchen, Amelia was skillfully preparing dishes.

The noise from the range hood was too loud, and the kitchen’s glass door was also closed, so she didn’t hear the doorbell ring.

It wasn’t until she faintly heard her daughter’s bell-like voice that she thought it was an illusion and put down her spatula to check the door.

To her surprise, she saw the tall figure standing in the living room.

Christopher?

How did this bastard get inside!

Her face drastically changed, she hurriedly opened the door, and before she could ask him to leave, he turned around with their daughter in his arms.

"Mommy!" The little girl immediately leapt from her father’s arms and ran towards her, "Mommy, Daddy said your cooking is really delicious, I’m here to scrounge a meal."

Amelia, wearing an apron with oil stains on her hands, was both pleased and startled when her daughter threw herself at her; she wanted to hug her but her arms lifted then fell.

"Okay, dinner will be ready soon, mommy has smoke on her, go play with your brothers for now."

Hope stood in front of her mother, turned to look at her brothers, her cherubic face drooping again.

"I don’t want to play with them... big liars..." the little girl muttered.

"Your brothers have been thinking about you."

"..." The little girl still pouted unhappily.

Amelia, preoccupied with the dishes on the stove, could not afford more attention, stood up, glared at the man, and hurried back to the kitchen.

Mr. Hart naturally received his ex-wife’s displeasure and anger.

But what of it?

Seeing his son going to comfort his sister, he looked towards the kitchen, composed himself, and walked over.

As he opened the kitchen door, the roaring noise of the range hood hit him.

Along with it came the tantalizing aroma of the food.

The woman was wearing an apron, her hair clipped on the back of her head with large clips, a few strands slipping out beside her ears, slightly swaying with her cooking movements.

This was certainly not her glamorous side, but to the man, it held an enchanting allure he was intoxicated by.

The kitchen’s liveliness was truly the most beautiful aspect of life.

He watched in a daze, once again regretting his past foolishness and recklessness in destroying the happiness and beauty that once belonged to him.

"What are you doing here? I welcome Hope for dinner, but not you. If you have any shame, you’d leave on your own."

Amelia had ignored him until she finished the last dish, then coldly issued the eviction order.

Christopher Hart snapped back to reality at her words, his long legs continuing to step forward.

"I’m also hungry."

He watched her busy form almost greedily, as if he was seeing this down-to-earth side of her for the first time.

"You’re President Hart, where can’t you fill your stomach?"

"But I want what you’ve cooked."

"I’m not your servant."

"That’s not what I mean..."

Amelia suddenly flared up, "Then what do you mean? I really don’t understand, is it that you only want what you can’t have? Persisting in this manner, don’t you feel embarrassed? Without Lily Garcia, there are women celebrities; if celebrities don’t fancy you, there are other socialites and heiresses—as long as you, Christopher Hart, want them, what kind of woman can’t you have?"

Why must you keep clinging to me?

The man fixed his gaze on her, waited for her words to fall, and responded without hesitation, "I don’t want anyone else, I just want you."

"..." Amelia was so choked up by his words, her anger swelled, her throat tightened.

Suddenly, everything quieted down, except for the range hood that still rumbled on.

The pair looked at each other, one with eyes wide in anger, the other with a look of humble sincerity.

After a moment, Amelia, unable to stand his feigned devotion, turned resentfully to wash the pot.

Unexpectedly, the iron pot had just been taken off the stove, and it was very hot; she screamed "Ah" and jerked her hand away.

"What’s wrong?" The man quickly reached her from behind and embraced her.