Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 223 What did I do to be a hooligan?

Chapter 223: Chapter 223 What did I do to be a hooligan?

"Let’s go, to pick up the kids," Christopher strode up to her, his handsome features softened, and he opened his mouth in a low voice.

Amelia blinked, her gaze involuntarily shifted away, her expression light and her tone colder, "I’ve called a rideshare. I’ll go by myself."

"Has it arrived?"

"Yes." The woman responded, then looked down at her phone to confirm the license plate number, and then waved towards a Buick parked by the roadside.

She hurried over, and Christopher followed.

Then, as she opened the car door, the man stretched his hand out and slammed the door shut again.

Amelia instantly became furious, "What the hell are you doing?!"

The driver sensed something was off and rolled down the window, "Hey, you guys—"

"Sorry, we won’t be taking it," Christopher spoke up first, his expression as aloof as ever when dealing with strangers.

After he spoke, without waiting for the driver to express dissatisfaction, he immediately asked, "Do you have a payment code?"

The driver was about to say no, to mention that he operated officially and didn’t accept private payments...

But before he could say it, he was intimidated by the imposing aura of the man, and, stuttering uncomfortably, he pulled out a printed payment code.

Amelia was dumbstruck throughout it all.

She watched resentfully as Christopher took out his phone, scanned the QR code, and transferred 500 yuan for the fare.

"Is that enough?"

The driver was so thrilled he might as well have caught a pie falling from the sky, nodding repeatedly, "Enough, enough! More than enough!"

Christopher jerked his chin, and the driver got the hint, hit the gas, and sped off.

Amelia turned away angrily, trying to adjust her emotions, but she couldn’t suppress the rage, "President Hart, if you’ve got so much money you can go do charity! What are you showing off here for?"

President Hart’s lips curled into a smile, and he said calmly, "Don’t worry, Seal-Cloud Corporation invests several hundred million in charity every year. I’m not one of those greedy merchants who won’t part with a single hair."

"Really?" Amelia looked at him seriously, assessing him up and down, "Because I feel like you ooze the air of a merchant from head to toe."

"Is that so?" The man frowned slightly, looked at himself, and even lifted his arms, "It must be a misconception; come closer and take a good whiff."

"..." The woman was speechless, "Men can be terrifyingly greasy when they try!"

With that said, regardless of whether he was happy about it, she turned and walked towards the imposing Navigator Lincoln.

The kids would be out of school soon, and she had no time to waste, so she didn’t bother to engage with him.

She would just ride and pretend she couldn’t see him.

Mr. Hart followed behind her.

The car had a high chassis, so it was inevitable for the woman to bend over and lean into the car as she got in.

From his position, his line of sight was perfect to see the woman’s curves as she bent over—from her slender waist that couldn’t be fully grasped, to the enticing lines of her hips, his gaze drifted over her straight legs, not even sparing her exposed ankles.

He inspected her carefully, feeling nothing had changed from his memories, yet it seemed different...

More captivating, more enchanting.

Amelia settled in, and from the corner of her eye glimpsed him still hovering by the door, his gaze on her dark and profound, his expression extremely weird—as if... she was naked under his scrutiny, and her face flushed red, she muttered "pervert" under her breath.

Christopher came back to his senses, lifted his long legs, and got into the car, sitting naturally next to her.

"What did I do to be called a pervert?" He complained, deliberately asking.

Amelia couldn’t be bothered.

The more you entertain this shameless fool, the more energized he gets.

Seeing her turn her head to look out the window, even her profile was breathtakingly beautiful, and Christopher couldn’t help saying, "This morning, the principal said you were so young and pretty it’s hard to believe you’re the mom of kids, and he was right."

"..."

He paused, then searching for conversation, furrowed his brows in confusion, "So, are those three little ones really yours?"

"..." Amelia mentally reminded herself.

Ignore him, close your ears, pretend it’s just a male mosquito buzzing, resisting the temptation to slap the pest.

"You don’t plan to talk to me again?"

"Did you get everything out this morning when you yelled at me?"

"Surely you have more grievances than that? If you have more to yell at me for, you can continue now."

"The sound of your voice when you yell is quite pleasant."

Amelia closed her eyes, clenched her hands, barely holding back.

This old peacock, so greasy he could fry doughnuts!

Christopher saw she was on the verge of cracking and paused, then added another jab, "You also look pretty when you’re silent, especially your profile, it’s like—"

Before he could finish, the woman suddenly turned around, her bag falling like a bomb, "Are you done? Are you done? If you’re silent, no one thinks you’re mute! People need to learn to shut up, understand? Stop yapping and shut it!"

As she scolded, she hit him with her bag, and although Christopher was fairly thick-skinned, he still felt pain.

After trying to dodge a few times without success, he confronted her head-on, seizing the opportunity to grab her hand.

"I knew you hadn’t finished, but can you yell without hitting me? What will I say to Hope if I end up with a bruised face?"

Amelia tried to shake off his grip unsuccessfully and grew even angrier, "You’re the kind of person that’s a waste of words to insult!"

"Then hit me," the man suddenly pulled her hand towards himself, perfectly ready to be slaughtered, "Hit me however you like, I won’t fight back."

"..." Amelia really...

She had encountered shameless men before but had never seen anyone so incorrigibly infuriating!

And this eccentric was viewed by outsiders as an untouchable and high-status individual!

Amelia Garcia’s expression was cold, her gaze devoid of ripples, silently watching the man who was pulling her hand to slap his own face as if watching a fool perform a monologue.

"Mr. Hart," she asked with barely containable patience, "do you find this amusing?"

Christopher Hart gripped her hand with a smile that was not quite a smile, stopped slapping himself, and instead gazed down at the soft palms in his hands as if he were admiring a priceless piece of art.

Then, he said, "Amelia, I never thought I’d become like this. But as long as I can see you, touch you, what does it matter how many foolish things I do? You didn’t die, and you’re living well. That alone is enough to make me happy to the point of foolishness."

Amelia Garcia: "..."

She was at a loss for words, their eyes met, and the atmosphere in the vehicle quietly shifted.

Then, suddenly realizing something, the woman hurriedly pulled her hand back, turned to sit properly, and looked back out the window, "No matter how many sweet nothings you say now, it’s useless, it’s too late..."

"Is it?" He lightly tugged at his lips, his gaze calm yet persistent, "Human effort is the deciding factor, late is always better than never, what if a miracle happens?"

A miracle?

Amelia Garcia thought to herself that anything could happen in this world, but their remarriage was impossible.

Moreover, had he possessed even one ten-thousandth of his current emotional intelligence back then, they wouldn’t have ended up at that point.

Men are such scoundrels!

————

The combination of a talented man and a beautiful woman, already enough to catch the eye on their own.

Not to mention the even more lovable trio of little ones.

When the three siblings dashed out, the moms, grandmas, and mothers-in-law secretly "peeking" at Christopher Hart and company couldn’t help but gasp in amazement.

"Good heavens, three children? And each one is so good-looking!"

"Triplets? They do look alike!"

"Wow, wealthy and attractive, plus triplets who could be child stars, isn’t this life just too perfect?"

This international kindergarten came with a hefty annual tuition fee.

Children who could study here came from more than just ordinarily wealthy families—in the eyes of onlookers, didn’t they have both money and looks?

Elsewhere, Christopher Hart crouched down to embrace his daughter, gently kissing her, "Is kindergarten fun? Miss Mommy and Daddy?"

"Kindergarten isn’t fun. I missed Mommy and Daddy so much, I almost cried when I napped at noon..." Hope clung to her father’s neck, her childish, tender voice amusing to hear.

Amelia Garcia listened to her daughter’s words and looked at her two sons, "What do you think?"

Noah, always composed, replied, "It’s pretty good."

Ethan just remembered one thing, "Mommy, the lunch and snacks at kindergarten are so yummy! I want to go to kindergarten again tomorrow!"

Amelia Garcia sighed and laughed, "You would remember the food."

"Okay, let’s go, let’s go home!" Christopher Hart called out and turned around, daughter in arms.

At the kindergarten entrance, the surrounding gossip didn’t cease; instead, it grew more intense.

"Isn’t that the president of Seal-Cloud Corporation, Christopher Hart?"

"Indeed it is! Wow, looks like the rumors on the internet are true, his ex-wife, believed dead for years, secretly hid two sons!"

"Is that so? A daughter, two sons!"

"Coming and going together, looks like they’re back together."

"I’m not sure, it’s all very messy, neither of them seems like a catch."

"Really? I think he’s quite loyal and affectionate towards his ex-wife! Heard their families disagreed, and they were forced to split."

Amelia Garcia walked away, but those words still reached her ears.

Getting into the car, she said softly to the man, "Let’s not come pick up the children together anymore."

"Why?" Christopher Hart looked at her and quickly understood, "Afraid of what people will say?"

"I can ignore the outside world’s opinions and judgments, but I don’t want the children to be affected, so it’s better to keep our distance."

Christopher Hart, still holding his daughter, said nothing in response, but deep down, he was already plotting something.

The Navigator Lincoln headed straight for Amelia Garcia’s residential community.

After getting out of the car, she was about to bid farewell to Hope with her sons when, unexpectedly, Christopher Hart also came down with Hope in his arms.

Seeing the woman frown, he explained, "Isn’t the first day of school a reason for the whole family to have a meal together in celebration?"

That reason... Amelia Garcia was quite impressed.

The sense of ceremony was, of course, indispensable.

So the family went upstairs.

In the afternoon, Amelia Garcia contacted Sister Jones to come and prepare dinner.

As the door opened, Little Dunham came running out excitedly and joyfully.

Sister Jones, seeing them, was a bit surprised, "Miss Norton, you’re back so early? I still haven’t..."

"No rush, the kindergarten lets out early, so we came back," Amelia Garcia explained as she took off her shoes.

"Woof! Woof!" Little Dunham, who had been lonely at home all day, was almost frantic, circling them before looking up and barking non-stop.

Sister Jones remarked, "Little Dunham must be pent up, needs to be walked quickly."

Noah and Ethan loved walking the dog the most. Without even changing their shoes, the brothers immediately took out the dog leash, fastened it to Little Dunham, and ran out the door.