Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 307: Jealous Again

Chapter 307: Chapter 307: Jealous Again

Early the next morning, just as their group was packing up to head to the airport, Christopher’s phone rang, and the caller surprised and repelled him.

"Kane? How did you get my number?" Knowing the caller’s identity, Christopher’s face instantly turned cold, and his tone was quite displeased.

Even though he was the winner in this "love rivalry," he had a natural aversion and hostility towards his rival.

"Mr. Hart, is Clarke with you? The Swiss Airline Disaster—was she on that flight? I’ve been trying to reach her for days, but to no avail. I’m worried something happened to her, and I can only ask you."

Kane spoke quickly in English, genuinely sounding concerned.

Amelia, overhearing Christopher’s words, knew it was Kane and turned her head swiftly.

She had forgotten!

Kane knew she went to Zurich and was aware of her return date. After the accident, he would certainly make the connection.

But she had been so chaotic over the past two days, she completely forgot to let Kane know she was safe and sound.

"Is it Kane? Let me tell him..." Due to the unpleasant tone of someone, she instinctively reached for the phone.

However, Christopher shot her a cold glance and didn’t hand over the phone.

The phone was his. Since he didn’t offer it, she couldn’t just take it from his ear.

"She’s fine, no need for your concern." Christopher retracted his jealous and icy look and responded to the "rival" on the other side in a cold, jealous tone.

Amelia pursed her lips, feeling indignant.

This guy... Someone is genuinely concerned, and this is his attitude?

"Clarke is okay? Was she on that flight? I saw news reports claiming more than one-third were casualties. I..."

"What do you mean? Are you hoping something happened to her? She’s right here beside me, perfectly fine. We’re about to board to return home. Don’t come looking for her again."

In fact, when Amelia went to Zurich this time, he was secretly worried they’d contact each other.

Now it seems they indeed had contact.

Otherwise, Kane wouldn’t know her return date and make this call.

And she decided to return on a whim, even he didn’t know.

Jealous Mr. Hart felt slightly defeated by this small incident, his displeasure soared and was blatantly reflected on his face.

As Amelia listened to his increasingly excessive remarks, she reached out again to grab the phone, but Christopher ignored her, ending the call with, "We’re busy, goodbye," and hung up.

Amelia: "..."

This person is simply unreasonable!

Christopher looked at her retracted hand, his gaze rising to meet her turned, aloof face.

"It seems you’ve met."

"So what?"

"You never told me."

"Why should I tell you?"

Benny and Lucas stood by, listening to their combustible dialogue, exchanged glances, and shook their heads helplessly.

What a pair of enemies!

Christopher was at a loss for words by her righteous retort, pursed his lips, and looked at her again: "Since you two are impossible now, you should keep your distance. There’s no such thing as purely platonic friendships between men and women; you’re still entangled..."

He pressed his lips together, initially wanting to say "shameless," but hesitated, lacking the courage to utter those three words and squeezed out two: "Not good."

Amelia couldn’t be bothered with him, withdrew her gaze, and started walking.

Christopher glared at her retreating back, silently fuming, his handsome face clouded and on the verge of dripping water, grinding his teeth and muttering: "Witch... as soon as she hears it’s that foreigner, she can’t even be bothered to give me the cold shoulder!"

Initially, they hadn’t spoken since morning.

But once Kane called, she took the initiative to talk to him.

Benny chuckled, "If she weren’t a witch, how could she make our President Hart so enthralled?"

"If you don’t speak, no one would think you’re mute."

Young Master Palmer sneered, deliberately provoking him: "My mouth, my words—what’s it to you?"

"..."

The continuously thwarted Mr. Hart bore a face so unpleasant it was unbearable.

————

On the way to the airport, Amelia deliberately avoided someone, riding in another car with Snow.

Then, using Snow’s phone, she called Kane.

"Kane, it’s Clarke Norton. Thank you for your concern. I was on that flight, but was lucky to only be startled. I’m fine now."

Hearing her voice, Kane heaved a huge sigh of relief: "I’m glad you’re okay! I’ve been trying to reach you since yesterday but couldn’t get through. I even checked with the airline to find your information, finally did, but they said you weren’t at the hospital. In the end, I had to pull many strings to get that guy’s contact."

"Yes, I’ve been with him these past few days."

"It’s good that he was with you."

"Thanks for your concern."

Their relationship had returned to just being ordinary friends, so the call was short and ended quickly.

Snow listened from the side and, once she hung up, curiously asked, "Kane called Christopher?"

"Yes... I haven’t gotten my phone back, so Kane could only reach Christopher." Being without a phone was indeed inconvenient; she’d have to buy a new one and replace the number first thing after returning.

"Why didn’t you talk to Kane just now?"

"He wouldn’t give me the phone."

Upon mentioning this, Amelia’s face mirrored the same grievance in her voice.

Snow understood, giving a knowing smile, "Christopher, tsk, an old guy yet so possessive."

"He’s narrow-minded, a petty heart!"

"Give me a break! He just loves you, loves you too much!"

"..."

At the airport, after getting out of the car, Christopher sat in a wheelchair waiting.

Amelia initially intended to walk past him and go inside, but Snow forcibly pulled her in front of him.

"What are you doing!" She hesitated and resisted, not wanting to approach.

Snow insisted, "He’s waiting for you, he has something to say."

Amelia didn’t want to bother, but ultimately succumbed to her friend’s "meddling."

Reluctantly standing still, she gave someone a glance, "Why stop? Let’s go inside!"

Christopher looked at her, having already forgotten his earlier sulking, sighed helplessly, and reached to hold her dangling fingers.

Amelia was startled, "What are you doing?"

"Amelia, are you really... going in there? The weather’s awful today, turbulence is inevitable." It turned out Christopher waited there to confirm her intention, fearing she couldn’t overcome her psychological hurdle.

Hearing this, Amelia turned to look at the sky outside.

Yes, it was very windy today, and it seemed about to rain.

Thinking about the feeling of being tossed and turned like a leaf at ten thousand meters high, her nerves instantly tensed.

Christopher felt her hand suddenly squeeze, his brow furrowed deeper with concern: "If you’re not..."

"I’m fine, let’s go!"

Thinking of the children, she resolved to overcome any immense difficulty, so she bit her lip and made up her mind.

But as she stepped, the man pulled her hand back.

"What are you doing?" She was unhappy, shaking off the man’s hand.

"Come back and push the wheelchair." The man looked at her, nodding back with his chin.

Lucas understood, immediately stepping away from behind the wheelchair.

Furthermore, the group around them tacitly turned their backs and walked away, all understanding the silent agreement.

"Hey, you, you all—" Amelia glanced back, stomped in anger, "Christopher, what’s your game?"

"If you delay any longer, you’ll miss the flight." Christopher didn’t tell her that their return flight was a charter and just reminded her lightly.

Amelia held back her irritation, reluctantly heading behind the wheelchair to push him forward.

"Later, sit with me."

"I’ll sit with Snow."

"She won’t want you to."

"Christopher, you’re amazing, buying off my best friend."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"..." Shameless rogue.