Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 226: I Dream of Snatching You Away

Chapter 226: Chapter 226: I Dream of Snatching You Away

Back in bed, she looked at her daughter’s peaceful, angelic sleeping face and couldn’t resist leaning over to kiss her tender little cheek, smiling happily.

How wonderful it would be if she could take her daughter and leave this place.

Reflecting on the scenes since returning to the country, although there were continuous troubles, just seeing her daughter and feeling her secure presence while she slept by her side made her feel the trip was still worth it!

She only hoped that this crisis too would pass safely...

Holding her daughter’s hand and thinking that someone might be watching their every move in the darkness, she always felt uneasy.

But then she thought about the scoundrel sleeping in the living room, with him there, it should be safe, right?

Reassuring herself thus, she soon fell into a deep sleep unknowingly.

In the living room, Christopher Hart who was curled up on the sofa, was wide awake.

Perhaps it was worry, or the discomfort of the sofa, or perhaps it was the long-unfulfilled desires that kept his mind alarmingly alert.

When he couldn’t stand it any longer around the wee hours, he rose and silently approached the master bedroom in the dark.

He knew the door was locked.

But somehow, he managed to fiddle with the lock for a while and gently turned the doorknob...

The door opened!

The man tiptoed across the floor barefoot, making no sound.

And like a ghost, he lay down on the huge bed next to her, and just "a woman away," fell asleep. His frantic heartbeat miraculously calmed down as if after a violent storm, the deep sea gradually calmed...

The next day.

The morning light pierced through the curtains, dispelling the darkness throughout the room.

The woman was still deep asleep, but it was Hope Hart who woke up first after a night of good sleep.

Seeing that both mom and dad were with her, the little girl was overjoyed and started giggling upon waking.

Christopher Hart opened his eyes and saw his daughter’s bright smiling face, just as he was about to shush her to quieten down, the little girl already started babbling, "Daddy, why aren’t you holding mommy instead? Why hold me?"

The man’s hand was indeed resting on his daughter’s chubby leg, father and daughter lying exceptionally close.

"..." Mr. Hart shut his eyes, speechless.

Next second, Amelia Garcia, who was sleeping on the other side of the large bed, sat up in shock, her eyes wide as she stared at him and then looked towards the door.

"You really are something, Christopher Hart! A CEO of Seal-Cloud Corporation, and you can pick locks? Have you reported this to the police?"

Christopher Hart had planned to wake up early, sneak out while they were still asleep – undetected would have been so perfect!

Who knew he’d oversleep...

Sitting up slightly embarrassed, he coolly claimed, "No, it’s your lock that’s broken. The door opened automatically."

"You think I’m a fool?"

"Really."

Amelia Garcia rolled her eyes at him, preparing to get out of bed.

The man quickly nudged his daughter, who instantly caught on, holding onto the woman, "Mommy... stay with me a little longer, it’s so cold..."

"Then hurry up and get dressed if it’s cold."

"I don’t want to, let’s sleep a little longer!"

"It’s time for kindergarten."

Christopher Hart spoke up timely, "No rush. I’ll take you guys."

Amelia Garcia glanced at him, seeing through the father-daughter scheme, and pretended to be angry while pressing her hand on her daughter’s forehead, "You little thing! Instead of learning good things, you learn the bad!"

"It’s not true! I want mommy and daddy to love each other, how is that bad?"

Love each other?

The word stunned both adults.

Christopher Hart grinned, "I didn’t teach her that, it’s truly what she feels in her heart."

Amelia Garcia, not caring to entertain further, got up to wash up.

"Mama, wait for me! I need to pee..." the little girl suddenly shouted, jumping out of bed.

Mr. Hart sighed in his heart, seeing his beloved wife and child both running away.

When could such beautiful days be as regular as eating and drinking, available every day?

The bed was still warm, and he felt a pang of loss. Suddenly, he thought of something, turned over, and moved to Amelia’s spot, covering himself with the quilt.

His eyes closed, the blanket in place, enveloped by a familiar and heart-touching scent—it felt as if she was wrapping around him.

Mr. Hart mocked himself internally.

He should probably see a psychologist, for his physical control had become hauntingly obsessive.

Amelia came out after washing up, ready to wake up her sons. Catching sight of the man still soundly asleep on the bed, she immediately lost her temper.

"Christopher Hart, are you sick? This is my bed!"

The man slowly opened his eyes, sat up, and leaned against the headboard, speaking with a lingering tone, "You don’t let me hold you, nor kiss you, so I can only seek your scent on your bed."

"..." That statement—

Although Amelia had long become immune to his shamelessness, she couldn’t help but blush at his words.

"We have nothing to do with each other, don’t talk to me like that again, it’s disgusting!" With those words thrown out, she didn’t care if he continued to lie there, but turned and slammed the door behind her.

After a hectic morning of getting ready, those who had work went to work, and those who went to kindergarten, went to kindergarten.

No matter how much the men and children pleaded, Amelia refused to go with them.

She didn’t want to attract other parents’ stares and inadvertently affect her children’s upbringing.

With Christopher personally taking the three little ones, she felt reassured.

Watching her car drive away, Christopher Hart had no choice but to take the children to the car.

The two brothers stared at him for a long time, their eyes filled with dissatisfaction and disdain.

Hope spotted it and haughtily said, "Why are you glaring at my dad? My dad is so good to you!"

Noah looked at his sister, unsure how to respond, pursed his lips, and kept silent.

Ethan, ever-carefree, pushed the milk in his hand forward, "Sister, do you want to drink? Drinking ’neinei’ makes you grow taller!"

"Hmph! I don’t want your saliva-covered milk!"

Noah immediately handed over a bottle next to him that was still unopened.

Still saying nothing.

Hope glanced at him, then turned her face away with a huff, "I don’t love drinking milk!"

But Noah kept offering the milk without taking it back.

Christopher watched his eldest son’s stubborn behavior, unable to say whether he was more like himself or his mother, and simply smiled gently, "If sister doesn’t want it, just drink it yourself."

Noah didn’t love drinking milk either.

Sure enough, before he could put it back, Ethan quickly said, "My brother doesn’t love milk either, give it to me!" and with that, he snatched the milk from his brother’s hand.

Hope glanced at him and complained, "You’re becoming as fat as Little Dunham, yet you still eat so much!"

"Sister, being able to eat is a blessing, understand?"

"No!"

Christopher chuckled quietly to himself, unable to resist sending a message to Amelia.

—The three siblings are hilarious; you really shouldn’t miss this.

As expected, no response came.

He waited a few minutes, then, tilting his head and slightly raising his eyebrows, sent another message.

—You’re so confident leaving all three with me, aren’t you afraid I might take them away and you’ll never find them?

This time, the reply came almost instantly.

[You dare!]

The man looked at the phone and laughed; after laughing, his long fingers typed a reply: Rather than taking away two little cubs, I’d much rather steal you away, something I dream about.