Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 204: President Hart’s First Loving Dinner

Chapter 204: Chapter 204: President Hart’s First Loving Dinner

Amelia Garcia couldn’t sit still once she knew Christopher Hart had entered the house.

She hung up the phone, grabbed her bag, and rushed to the door.

Shaw happened to be coming in, and they nearly collided.

"Sis, you going out?"

"Yeah!"

"The client has already arrived, the one you had an appointment with before."

Amelia smacked her forehead, remembering the important client she had scheduled.

She had no choice but to meet the client first and then leave work early to rush back home.

Her mobile rang again, a text message from that man.

He was like a mind reader, reminding her: "You focus on your work, no need to hurry back, after all, you can’t kick me out anyway."

Amelia felt stifled with anger.

Look at this man, shameless to a degree that’s infuriating!

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Not only had Christopher Hart bought a whole set of dining tables and chairs, but he also brought a special gift for the kids.

A purebred Golden Retriever puppy.

This idea was Benny Palmer’s.

He said no child dislikes cats and dogs.

Boys are energetic and active, better suited to dogs than cats, he said.

So, Mr. Hart had someone bring a purebred Golden from abroad.

Sure enough, the brothers, who wouldn’t even give him the time of day before, were immediately attracted when he seemingly pulled a puppy out of thin air, and the little thing was timidly making "aww aww" sounds as if it were scared and helpless—

"Brother... why is there a dog? It’s so cute."

"..." Noah, of course, knew what was happening.

This old man, really cunning.

How did he know his and his brother’s wish?

They had told their mother countless times since childhood that they wanted a dog.

Neighbors abroad almost all have pets.

But their mother said she was too busy, could barely take care of them, let alone a pet, which would make things even more tiring.

They didn’t want their mother to suffer, so they stopped bringing it up.

But their mother had promised that when they grew up and could take care of the dog themselves, she would fulfill their wish.

Unexpectedly, this annoying Scumbag Father actually brought home a puppy.

"Bro... do you think it’s sick? It keeps shaking..."

Noah looked at the puppy and couldn’t handle its pathetic appearance, walked over and squatted down, "No, it’s probably just scared."

"What should we do? Let’s take it to the sofa."

"Mm..."

But as soon as they reached out, the little Golden cowered to the ground, its whimpering sounds becoming even more pitiful.

Ethan’s heart ached so much he almost cried, "Wuu... what do we do, little doggie, don’t be scared, we won’t hurt you..."

Noah gently reached out to pet the dog on its head and then instructed his brother, "It might be cold, go get a blanket."

"Okay!"

The brothers wrapped the little Golden in a blanket, moved it to the sofa, and took meticulous care of it, feeding it water and food.

Christopher Hart watched the workers install the dining table and chairs to his satisfaction, nodding his head.

This dining set had six chairs, that way, there would be enough for a family of five to sit down for meals.

He turned to look at the living room, where two little fools wrapped the puppy up tightly, comforting it non-stop from each side.

"It’s normal for it to be timid in a new environment, it’ll be fine in a couple of days."

As the man spoke, the children looked his way.

Noah immediately changed his expression, distancing himself from the dog with a look of disdain, "Who asked you to bring it here? My mother is so busy and tired every day, she has no time to take care of pets."

Ethan was startled and looked at his brother.

This...

Wasn’t his brother happy too? Why would he say that?

Christopher Hart raised an eyebrow, walked to the sofa, and pulled the little Golden out from beneath the blanket by its neck.

The puppy immediately started yelping.

"If that’s the case, I’ll just take it away. Poor thing, so young and already becoming a stray. Who knows if it’ll starve to death."

"Don’t!" Before he could finish speaking, Ethan rushed over and grabbed the puppy, holding it in his arms with sadness, "Bro, we can take care of the doggie, we don’t have to trouble mom."

Noah watched the trembling puppy in his brother’s arms, its little paws resting on Ethan’s shoulder, its body persistently trying to climb higher as if it were afraid of being thrown out by the Scumbag Father—he wavered too.

Christopher Hart could see his eldest son’s reaction clearly.

Eyes full of affection and reluctance, but because it was a gift from him, the conflict was evident.

Ah, such stubbornness, just like their mother.

Fearing that teasing him any further would make the kid hate him even more, Mr. Hart quickly switched back to playing the good guy.

"Don’t worry, dogs are easy to care for, I believe you guys can do it."

Ethan furrowed his little brows, "But mom..."

"I’ll talk to your mom. Besides, I can help take care of it too, it won’t trouble your mom."

"Really?" Ethan brightened immediately, his eyes lighting up.

"Of course."

"Bro! Bro! We can keep the doggie!"

Noah stayed quiet, but deep down, he also felt relieved, his expression visibly more relaxed.

Christopher Hart was a sly old fox.

Seeing all this, he felt enormously reassured.

Benny finally gave a feasible suggestion, he’ll have to give him a few days off in return.

"Brother, let’s give the dog a name... um, what should we call it..."

Ethan mumbled to himself, "Ding Ding? Dang Dang? Bean Bean? Ball Ball?"

"..." Noah couldn’t stand it and cut in, "Call it Charlie, or Buck! How cool!"

Christopher said, "It’s a Chinese dog, let’s not go for a Western name. It’s chubby and plump, so how about Little Dunham? It’s cute and easy to remember."

Ethan was happy, "Okay! Let’s call it Little Dunham!"

Noah deliberately sang the opposing tune, "What’s the difference between that and Ding Ding, Dang Dang..."

"Hehe, Little Dunham... little Little Dunham... from now on you’ll live in my house! Don’t worry, as long as I have something to eat, you won’t go hungry!"

Ethan really liked the name and took the golden retriever to play happily, taking very good care of it.

When Amelia got home at six o’clock, as soon as she stepped in the door, she heard the cheerful laughter coming from the living room.

She was still changing her shoes when her youngest son excitedly ran over, "Mom, mom! That man brought us a little dog! Called Little Dunham! It’s so cute!"

"What little dog?" Amelia was startled upon hearing this and was still confused when she saw her eldest son coming over with a fluffy bundle.

A little golden retriever.

She was stunned, "This..."

Noah looked at his mother’s reaction, feeling a bit nervous, and glanced towards the kitchen, "Mom... that man brought it over, he said, my brother and I can take care of a dog now, can we keep it please?"

Amelia knew her two sons had wanted a dog, nagging about it for over a year.

She said when the boys were older and could take care of a dog, she’d satisfy their wish.

But how come...

"Hold on..." She patted her son’s head gently, smiled softly, and took out her phone.

The number was dialed out, and quickly, the ringtone rang out in the living room.

Noah realized what was happening and immediately said, "That man hasn’t left, he’s in the kitchen."

Christopher in the kitchen?

She was shocked again, followed the sound of the cellphone into the kitchen, and saw someone’s extremely expensive phone on the dining table.

And that dinner table—

Amelia’s body stiffened as a rush of emotions quickly knotted and fermented in her chest.

He came to her house without permission, switched out her dinner table for his own, brought a dog over, and even took over her kitchen...

What on earth was this man trying to do?

Instead of dealing with the mess with Lily Garcia, why was he stubbornly hanging around her place!

The two brothers saw their mother’s stern face and could tell she was clearly angry; both of them went quiet, not daring to make a noise.

The little dog whimpered, immediately being soothed by the elder brother petting its head.

The atmosphere abruptly dropped to freezing until the kitchen door was opened and the sound of the range hood buzzing broke the tense silence.

She turned her gaze sharply, looking at the man tied up in her apron, quite comically, with his handsome and distinguished face covered in a smile and greasiness, resembling an ordinary husband busy with housework trying to please his wife.

"You’re back? Wash your hands and take a break, dinner will be ready soon."

After saying that, he went back to the kitchen, even closing the door behind him.

Amelia stood rooted to the spot as if her soul had left her body.

Noah, afraid his mother would send the dog away because she was angry, was on tenterhooks.

But he still mustered the courage to step forward, freeing one hand to tug at his mother’s sleeve.

Amelia looked down and saw her sensible elder son’s hopeful face.

At the same time, she also saw the cute and well-behaved little dog.

"Mom... can we keep Little Dunham?" Noah asked.

"Little Dunham?"

"That’s the dog’s name, Little Dunham."

Amelia’s face looked odd, possibly disliking the name, "Who named it?"

"That man."

Ethan quickly added, "Is it not a nice name? I suggested Ding Ding, Dang Dang, or Ball Ball, but they didn’t agree."

"..." Amelia’s mouth twitched, "Then let’s stick with Little Dunham."

"Hmph!" Ethan slumped in dejection, knowing his suggestion had been rejected again, and with a huff, he snatched up Little Dunham to go off and play.

Noah was still standing there, looking up, "Mom..."

Knowing what her elder son was worried about, she touched his head with a mix of complex and helpless emotions, reassuring him, "Don’t worry, mom won’t drive Little Dunham away, but you two need to learn to take care of him."

Noah’s expression lit up, nodding repeatedly, "I and my brother will take good care of him!"

The child turned and ran off.

Amelia took a deep breath, went to the bathroom to wash her hands, and stopped in her tracks when she walked into the dining room.

The dining table clearly wasn’t cheap, and it came with six chairs.

It seemed like this guy was planning a "prolonged battle," and the battlefield was at her place.

Looking through the glass door into the kitchen, the man bustled around the narrow space with furrowed brows as if facing a formidable enemy.

The mighty Christopher Hart, who probably hadn’t been in a kitchen enough times to count on one hand, was now in her cramped kitchen, preparing a soup.

If they were in a normal romantic relationship, she would have delighted in witnessing this scene, feeling warmth and happiness.

But they weren’t...

So all of these actions, besides leaving her astonished and troubled, didn’t touch her in the slightest.

As she zoned out, the kitchen door opened again, and the man came out with a dish in his hands.

"Tell the two of them to wash their hands, get ready for dinner." Christopher Hart instructed before turning around and hurrying back in.

Amelia gathered her wits and followed the man into the kitchen.

Her gaze swept over the countertop and sink, the expression on her face indescribable.

The chaos was unbearable, as bad as a battlefield after a bombardment.

Christopher Hart glanced back and immediately understood, quickly explaining, "I’ll clean up in a moment, I’ll make it spotless!"

Amelia didn’t respond, just asked coolly, "Christopher Hart, what are you trying to do?"

The tall figure didn’t turn around, as he picked up a kitchen knife and sprinkled some chopped green onions into the chicken soup, then counterquestioned, "What ’trying to do’?"

"This is my house. You do all this without my permission... do you think that will move me?"