Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 225: Dominating the Master Bedroom and Her Bed

Chapter 225: Chapter 225: Dominating the Master Bedroom and Her Bed

Mr. Hart, already immune to women’s poisonous tongues, simply glanced at her silently, out of steam.

Before, it was he who had a sharp tongue.

Now the tables had turned, and no matter how humbly or subserviently he acted, he could not elicit a single kind word from her.

She wouldn’t rest until she had criticized and taunted him to death.

Upon entering the elevator, Christopher Hart saw that she hadn’t given a statement and had to ask again, "Have you made up your mind? After dinner, pack your stuff and come with me."

"No need," Amelia Garcia rejected without a second thought.

She had no intention of getting back together, so she absolutely couldn’t return to his territory, or it would be even harder to disentangle herself later on.

Hearing her rejection, Christopher Hart’s face darkened abruptly, but before he could speak, Amelia Garcia took the initiative, "You’ve already assigned people to follow us, right? If you’re really worried, you can send more."

After a pause, her mockery intensified, "Although you can’t find Lily Garcia, you surely wouldn’t let a solitary pregnant woman under the watch of countless eyes kidnap your daughter or son, would you?"

Amelia Garcia didn’t want anything to happen to the kids either, so she took a step back and allowed him to "monitor" her completely.

Christopher Hart remained silent, his face somber, lost in thought.

After dinner, Amelia Garcia thought he would take Hope back with him.

But unexpectedly, he showed no signs of leaving and was just looking around the living room from the couch.

She had a bad feeling and asked in surprise, "What are you doing? You’re not thinking of staying overnight, are you?"

Christopher Hart looked at her, "Is that okay?"

"What do you think?"

"Of course it is."

"..."

"However, this couch is a bit narrow for me; I can’t even stretch out my legs."

"..."

"How big is your bed in the bedroom?"

The woman clenched her fists, enduring, "Stop dreaming and get out now."

But Christopher Hart wouldn’t listen, his innate domineering nature revealing itself without doubt, "If you won’t go to Imperial Garden, then I’ll just have to shamelessly stick around here. No matter how many more people I send, I won’t be at ease unless you’re under my watch."

"I think you’re just looking for excuses to pester me endlessly!"

The man chuckled, "You figured that out?"

"..."

Shameless!

Amelia Garcia couldn’t be bothered to waste words with him, turning around to urge the kids to wash up sooner.

Once they started kindergarten, they needed a regular routine—early to bed, early to rise.

Luckily, Hope already had clothes here, so an overnight stay wasn’t a problem.

Thinking about spending the night sleeping with her daughter made her happy.

Later, she’d lock the bedroom door from the inside; if he wanted to sleep on the couch, whether it’s comfortable or not was his problem.

Christopher Hart, on the other hand, was quite at ease. Once the house quieted down, he got up and headed toward the woman’s bedroom.

Seeing the little girl already comfortably asleep in bed, he sat down beside the bed, his jealousy toward his daughter sour.

There was the sound of water from the bathroom—presumably, the woman was still showering.

He restrained the urge to break the bathroom door down, but his mind couldn’t help but wander.

After a while, the water stopped, and his rampant thoughts came to an abrupt halt. His body unconsciously straightened a bit, eyes fixed toward the bathroom.

Soon, the sound of the door lock clicking was heard and the woman came out.

As soon as Amelia Garcia caught sight of the person sitting on the bed, she instinctively raised her hand to protect her chest and spoke sternly, "Who let you in? Get out!"

Christopher Hart stared at her, his gaze growing inadvertently darker.

Although she was dressed in a conservative two-piece pajama set, in the man’s eyes, she still exuded an irresistible charm, captivating and bewitching.

The hot water had steamed her already fair and delicate cheeks to an even finer, rosy softness. Her dark, luminous eyes shimmered, the thickly curled lashes still damp with mist, making her look as delectable as a sprite lost in the morning light.

He did not speak, but he couldn’t help rising to his feet and walking towards the woman.

Amelia Garcia instantly tensed, regretting her momentary soft-heartedness that allowed him to stay, when she should have chased him away with a kitchen knife.

"Christopher Hart, what do you think you’re doing? I warn you, if you dare to do anything to me, I will make you regret it!" Her dark doe eyes glared, one hand clutching the fabric at her chest even tighter in a bold attempt to fend him off.

"Really? And how will you make me regret it? The harshest punishment is what you’re already giving me."

The night was serene, a lone man and a woman, and Christopher Hart seemed ready to burn his bridges, undeterred by threats and continuing to advance following his heart’s desire.

Until—

He cornered her against a wall, with no escape.

He reached out towards the woman’s chest.

Amelia stared at him with nervous dread, one hand clutching her clothing, the other raised to slap him.

But he caught her hand.

He pulled it behind his waist, drawing closer, and naturally, the distance between them shrank.

He leaned in slightly, his pronounced nose grazing the side of her face.

The scent of the shower gel and her natural fragrance melded together, conjuring an alluring charm that almost broke Christopher’s restraint, as he murmured in a haze of desire, "Amelia... do you really not miss me at all?"

Understanding what his "miss" meant, Amelia’s face flushed, and her mind buzzed.

"I’m busy to death every day, when would I have time to think about all that nonsense? Do you think everyone is like you, without a proper shape?"

His low chuckle brushed by the side of her face and ear, "I only said miss, what did you think I meant?"

"..." Hoodlum!

Seeing her body tense up like a bowstring about to snap, Christopher decided not to force himself, fearing that his moment of pleasure could push her away for good.

So, after deeply inhaling by her neck a few times, he still forced himself to step back.

His gaze fell, noticing her hands still clasped tightly over her chest, he frowned suddenly, "Your mole on your chest... how come it’s gone?"

Her cheeks burning even hotter, Amelia gave him a glare, "None of your business!"

"It couldn’t be that you erased it on purpose just to prevent me from recognizing you, could it?"

"You’re overthinking it. Which woman doesn’t love beauty? Who likes moles on their body? I had it removed to look prettier, okay?"

"But that spot, no one else has seen it but me, was it necessary to go through that pain?"

"...Too shameless!"

Amelia didn’t bother to engage, impatiently pushing him away, "Go out, I’m going to sleep."

As the woman brushed by him, Christopher stood rooted to the spot, quietly regulating his breath.

Amelia saw that he hadn’t moved and somewhat understood what was happening, inwardly rolling her eyes.

For someone so driven by desire, it was inconceivable that he had endured for years.

They say that men can have problems when they abstain for too long; seeing how distressed and pained he looked, he must be ruined by now.

If word got out that the high and mighty President Hart was incapacitated...

Realizing she was entertaining such shameless thoughts, Amelia scorned herself and regained her composure, "Hey, why aren’t you leaving? Hope is already asleep, I don’t want to argue with you."

Christopher let out a long breath and turned around, his expression noticeably calmer, "I came in to get a blanket from you. It’s cold at night, are you really not going to give me even a blanket?"

Amelia muttered to herself indignantly as she walked to the wardrobe and pulled out a blanket, thrusting it into his arms.

"Get out!" She issued the eviction order once more.

Reluctantly, Christopher turned to leave, casting a longing look at the bed behind her.

Amelia chose to ignore it, pushing him out then locking the door in his face.