Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 21 He drew closer, his thin lips brushing against her ear

Chapter 21: Chapter 21 He drew closer, his thin lips brushing against her ear

Christopher had been around for a while.

Yet his strong sense of masculinity prevented him from lowering his pride to knock on the door.

Unexpectedly, this woman was just about to go out.

When he heard the door lock stir, he straightened up and watched the door intently, curious to see her reaction.

Hmm, she didn’t disappoint him.

—She was scared out of her wits, almost shattering the door panel!

"Miss Norton, what guilty conscience has scared you like that?" he teased with a slight quirk of his lips.

Amelia exploded the moment she heard this!

"You standing at my doorstep like a stone-faced reaper, without a warning! Is it not normal for me to be startled?"

"Well, I can’t help it, Miss Norton. Since you didn’t answer my calls, I had no choice but to visit you personally," the man replied in a measured tone, the smile never leaving his lips, a hint of slyness in his demeanor.

Amelia felt extremely guilty and stood up slowly, feigning innocence, "You called me?"

"Miss Norton didn’t see it?"

"Oh, I did have several missed calls from unknown numbers on my phone, but I thought they were scam calls, so I ignored them. I’m sorry for the oversight, President Hart. I didn’t mean to neglect your calls," the woman quickly adjusted her emotions, easily sparring with him.

Christopher scoffed coldly.

Amelia watched him warily, not understanding what his scoff meant.

Even less did she understand the meaning behind his unexpected, personal visit.

But, at the very least, this revealed that he had thoroughly investigated her background in secret.

Good thing she had the foresight to have Shaw stay upstairs with the two boys.

When she visited the children, she wouldn’t take the elevator but instead used the unmonitored safety passage.

The narrow space suddenly fell silent, the atmosphere awkward almost imperceptibly.

Her heart in turmoil, Amelia was just about to ask what he wanted when he suddenly strode forward with those long legs of his, closing the gap between them.

Instantly, they were breathing in each other’s space.

The enchanting scent that had lingered in her heart for years now enveloped her.

Amelia’s heart tightened, and she instinctively pressed her back against the door, frowning coldly, "President Hart, please behave! You’re an engaged man, and I don’t want to get dragged into a scandal."

The man’s stunning face that could captivate anyone’s soul suddenly smiled, a few mature and sexy lines forming at the corners of his eyes, enhancing his masculine charm.

He leaned closer, his voice beguiling as he whispered in her ear, "Miss Norton, are you afraid of me?"

"Not at all."

"Is that so?"

"..."

After his baffling attempt at probing, he stared at her from a close distance for a while, then his powerful presence slowly receded as he stepped back.

Amelia secretly breathed a sigh of relief, her tense nerves easing slightly.

"Hope has a fever again, half-asleep and half-awake, she kept calling for her mother..." He abruptly changed the subject, completely unexpected.

What? Hope is sick again? Amelia’s heart tightened, anxiety showing in her eyes.

"What a pity her mother is no longer in this world. Miss Norton, you resemble my deceased wife. I wonder if you could do a good deed and keep my poor daughter company, cheer her up?"

The man dropped all traces of jest and tease, his handsome brows now carrying an expression of heartfelt anxiety as he explained the purpose of his visit.

Amelia felt tortured, torn between choices.

Sick children are pitiful enough, and a motherless child even more so, most heartbreakingly—

But who knew if Christopher was only using this situation to test her?

"President Hart, we are strangers," she maintained her sanity, persuading herself to be ruthless and not to waver.

"Strangers? My daughter has seen you a few times, and each time, she insists you’re her mother."

"That’s just a child’s naivety."

"Is that so?" With his brow and eyes drooping, the man looked dispirited, suddenly snickering in self-mockery, "Indeed... It’s just my presumption. Miss Norton is neither kin nor kith to me, why should she care about the life and death of my daughter? Born under an unlucky star, she can’t blame others. Let her continue to cry and call out then..."

The man dropped this statement and turned to leave.

But Amelia’s heart was tugged raw by his last few words, and her rationality was suddenly cast to the winds.

"Wait!" she suddenly exclaimed, involuntarily taking a step forward.

The man turned around, his eyebrows slightly raised, "Has Miss Norton changed her mind?"

"Though we’re not related by blood or law, everyone has compassion—especially since your daughter is so endearing—I’ll go with you, just let me pack some things."

Amelia gave him a glance and, before her words even finished, turned to open the door and went inside.

In the hallway, President Hart ran a hand over his straight nose, and as his handsome face slightly bowed, a triumphant smile curved along his perfectly sculpted jawline.

Soon after, the woman came back out with her bag and changed shoes.

"Let’s go!"

Together, they entered the elevator and descended.

Her phone rang again, and it was only then that Amelia remembered she’d forgotten something important!

"Hello, Shaw... I have to step out for a bit, I’ll talk to you later." The elevator was quiet, and she was afraid that the children’s voices at Shaw’s end might be overheard by Christopher, so as soon as the call connected, she preempted the other person’s words.

After hanging up, she turned with an unpleasant look and stared at the man.

Christopher was puzzled, "What do you mean?"

"What do you think? You corner someone at their doorstep, and then you smear them all over the internet—why would someone like President Hart bother with a mere jewelry designer like me?"

Christopher truly didn’t understand and frowned in confusion, "Smear you all over the internet?"

"You don’t know?"

"What should I know?"

Amelia observed his expression and her brows knitted together as she suddenly realized that maybe he truly didn’t know—that meant this dirty deed wasn’t his doing.

If it wasn’t him, it could only be one other person.

—Lily Garcia.

Heh, such a vile tactic indeed suited her character.

"I’m asking you, what’s this about smearing me all over the internet?" Seeing her expression change and her thoughtful look, the man asked again.

"See for yourself!" Amelia showed him the online release and sarcastically said, "If it wasn’t you who did this, then I guess it’s highly likely your fiancée’s doing."

Christopher looked at the release, and his handsome face turned instantly grim.

For Amelia, while this was ostensibly a misfortune, a part of her felt secret delight.

She was plotting how to get even with Lily Garcia, the grand white lotus, looking for ways to turn Christopher against her—she hadn’t even worked out her strategy yet, and the white lotus had already played her hand eagerly.

This proactive move was just asking for Amelia to sow discord.

"After all, President Hart is a prominent figure; how can it be that his fiancée is so tasteless? Abusing power, inverting right and wrong, slandering others—such a woman as your daughter’s stepmother will likely leave Miss Hope struggling to survive in a crack."

After reading the article, Christopher’s face tightened to the extreme.

"No one can bully my daughter, and Lily Garcia doesn’t have the guts!"

"Maybe not openly, but what about behind the scenes?"

The man turned his head to look at her, his gaze deep and inscrutable.

Amelia immediately said, "Sorry, I didn’t mean to instigate, I’m just the victim here and I’m really annoyed."

"Don’t worry, I’ll have someone handle it."

"You mean that, President Hart? If so, thank you in advance."

Amelia might be well-known, but her fame was confined to the jewelry and fashion circles abroad.

This was River City.

If anyone could call the shots here, it was undoubtedly President Hart!

Especially since he was directly involved in this matter, his word would be the most convincing.

"I clear up such a big problem for you, and all I get is a thanks?" The man’s tone turned ambiguous, and his gaze even more brazen.

Amelia subconsciously bristled, "What are you implying?"