Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 206: I Missed You, Let’s Make Up

Chapter 206: Chapter 206: I Missed You, Let’s Make Up

He looked as if he was begging for praise, just like a three-year-old.

Amelia stared at him, unmoved.

"Amelia, that child really has nothing to do with me." Since things had already reached this point, Christopher Hart decided to make his intentions even clearer.

Anyway, he had already lost all dignity and face in front of her.

"After we divorced that year... I was disheartened, and I even thought about never marrying again for the rest of my life, or perhaps... subconsciously hoping to remarry you one day and start over, so I truly never considered marrying another woman."

"But Lily Garcia said she was a successful match for Wendy, willing to donate a kidney. Fiona Marshall met my parents and hinted, both openly and covertly, that she hoped her daughter would marry into the Hart Family to secure her future."

"Wendy is, after all, my sister. Given the circumstances at that time, how could I, as her brother, fail to save her or refuse such a request?"

"After I got engaged to her, we appeared close to the outside world, but in reality, I always kept my distance. Not long after, Hope suddenly came into my life, and once I had a daughter, I focused all my energy on her, further distancing myself from her."

His attitude was sincere, as if heaven and earth were witnesses; it left Amelia unsure of what to say.

Over the years, Snow had mentioned him a few times, always cursing him with gritted teeth, calling him a scumbag, an idiot, a bastard, and accusing the adulterous couple of being no good, suggesting that they were a perfect match in their foulness.

She had believed it too, thinking that Christopher Hart had fallen out of love with her long ago, bewitched and intellectually paralyzed by Lily Garcia’s seduction.

But his words now completely overturned her previous understandings.

Thinking that men’s mouths are deceiving and that a man lies when he speaks, Amelia, despite some internal turbulence, remained unforgiving in her words.

"You have no feelings for her, yet you could spoil her like that? Gift her with a complete set of privately customized jewelry?" Her voice was laced with sarcasm, her gaze filled with doubt.

Christopher Hart knew what she was referring to and smiled helplessly as he explained, "She’s vain. In the years she spent by my side, she demanded countless jewelry, clothes, and bags. I figured, since she saved Wendy’s life, what was that money to me?"

"As for designing Venus jewelry, I don’t know where she heard it from, but she claimed the brand was favored by European Royalty and the designer was so prestigious that money alone couldn’t buy it."

"She probably wanted to show off in her social circle and mentioned it to me several times, saying she wanted to get her wedding jewelry settled early. She pestered me so much; I agreed just to get some peace."

Amelia bristled at the mention of "the designer was so prestigious," retorting, "Where am I being prestigious?"

"That’s not what I said." Mr. Hart quickly clarified, but then challenged her, "Are you not prestigious? I had to pay several times the usual deposit just to get you to come back to the country."

This brought out even more irritation in Amelia, "Hmph, if it weren’t for wanting to see Hope, I wouldn’t bother with you even for ten times that amount."

"So, you are being prestigious."

The woman chose not to explain and simply kept silent.

In truth, she wasn’t acting haughty or putting on airs, but she was selective about whom she dealt with.

She always kept her distance from those customers who liked to create unnecessary drama.

The two fell silent, and the man carefully watched her, studying every subtle expression on her face.

Seeing her soften a bit, Christopher Hart grew bolder and leaned his head closer to her, "Amelia..."

"What are you doing!" His hot breath suddenly swept across her cheek, alarming Amelia, who only then realized she had been in his arms for so long. She immediately pushed him away and turned around.

Christopher Hart followed and wrapped his arms around her from behind again.

Amelia wasn’t particularly petite, but next to Christopher Hart, who was nearly one hundred ninety centimeters tall, she certainly was.

With his embrace from behind, it was as if a mountain came pressing down, entirely enveloping her.

The inertia of the man pouncing caused her to stagger forward and fall, instantly inflaming her anger.

"Christopher Hart! You—"

"Amelia, believe me... truly, it has always been only you from start to finish." His handsome face was buried in the crook of her neck, his lips next to her ear.

The woman struggled in his arms, elbowing backwards, but the more she struggled, the more agitated the man became.

From the corner of his eye, Christopher Hart spotted the bed beside him and suddenly, a rush of impulse surged over him, pulling her down with him onto the bed.

Luckily, they fell onto the bed lying on their sides, otherwise, with his height and weight crushing down, Amelia Garcia’s bones would have been shattered!

"Christopher Hart! You bastard!"

Amelia Garcia was furious, and alarm bells rang in her mind.

This scoundrel! This thug!

As if she didn’t know what was on his mind?

No matter how many words of remorse he said, no matter how sweet the nothings he whispered, it was all to trick her into bed!

She just didn’t understand—were all women interchangeable to him?

He even had the audacity to play the part of the loyal and faithful lover.

Christopher Hart admitted to himself that he was a bit too eager and out of control, but he simply didn’t want to rein it in.

For months, he had been tormenting himself daily, yearning to hold her in his arms, to kiss her, to sleep with her, so much that he couldn’t sleep at night and had lost all taste for food.

He had even come to hate himself.

There were plenty of younger and more beautiful women around, but he just couldn’t be interested; the only one he saw and yearned for in his heart was her.

This woman must have cast a spell on him, and stolen his soul.

In the midst of their struggle, the man flipped himself on top of her, propping up his tall and statuesque body slightly.

Amelia Garcia was panting and breathless, lying flat with her wrists pinned beneath him, glaring angrily.

"Amelia... believe me, will you?"

"I’ve missed you, missed you for so long... Let’s make up, I don’t want to waste any more time..."

"Amelia, I was wrong, terribly wrong... Give me a chance to make it up to you, will you?"

Christopher Hart, as if bewitched, looked down at the beautiful woman trapped beneath him, pouring his heart out.

But Amelia Garcia, aflame with anger, wouldn’t listen to a single word.

Their gazes locked, as if even the air around them had stopped flowing.

Christopher Hart thought that she had finally been moved by him, finally ready to compromise.

So, he kissed her with confusion and desire, gently, meticulously, with care.

The woman did not struggle, did not resist.

It was only when his hand touched her neck that she asked calmly and slowly, "If I satisfy you this time, will you stop pestering me after?"

The strong body on top of her tensed violently, frozen in place.

"If that’s the case, then have it your way. After tonight, we go our separate ways, and I’ll take Hope with me."

Christopher Hart slowly lifted his head, his gaze heavy, like a cold, sinister cave, staring at her intimidatingly.

"Is that how you interpret everything I’ve said?" he said, his tone filled with extreme disappointment.

"Then what?"

"..." The man was speechless, his large hand that had just moved to her neck seemed to tighten around it unconsciously.

This damn woman!

Even hearts of iron weren’t as callous as hers!