Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 319: Prepare My Lunch

Chapter 319: Chapter 319: Prepare My Lunch

Benny Palmer chuckled, scratching his nose bridge as he pulled out a chair to sit down. "The way you’re talking, it makes it seem like we’re a couple. You better tone it down in front of outsiders, or else they’ll misunderstand."

After all, those lines like "I really can’t handle you" are practically standard fare for domineering tycoons.

"..." Christopher held back his discomfort, shooting Benny a fierce glare. "Just say what you have to say directly!"

"Alright, alright, fine. I really can’t handle you." Benny decided to channel his inner tycoon, then took out his phone to pull up a tabloid article.

"I came across this today and figured you might have seen it already—and that it’ll spark another fight between you and Amelia. But clearly, you haven’t seen it yet. I didn’t originally plan to say anything, but you just had to ask."

As Benny rambled on, Christopher quickly grew impatient and snatched his phone away.

Christopher’s gaze settled on the screen, his handsome face visibly shifting in expression while his deep-set eyes narrowed slowly.

This...

On the screen, the two people embracing were that foreigner and Amelia?

Though he already knew Amelia had met with Kane during her business trip to the Zurich HQ...

...but with "evidence" so blatant and the pair looking so intimate—how could someone as notoriously jealous as him possibly remain unaffected?

Benny carefully observed Christopher’s reaction and tried to reassure him, "It looks like a simple farewell hug, taken out of context. You two patched things up already, right? You should trust Amelia."

"Of course I trust her!" Christopher felt the sting of jealousy rise but had to act magnanimous outwardly.

His fingers slid across the screen, eyes darting through the article.

The gossip paparazzi were certainly imaginative. They claimed Kane had canceled his engagement with the heiress of another financial conglomerate just for this mysterious Oriental beauty.

They speculated the two were business partners deeply tied together by mutual interests, making separation impossible.

Other reports suggested their relationship faced fierce opposition from the Kane Family due to their disparate social standings, forcing them into a secret romance with Amelia forever hidden away.

The more Christopher read, the angrier he became...

He had repeatedly reminded and cautioned her before she left, only for her to brush it off as if it were nothing!

Now look, the media caught it and spun an outright mess.

The scene in question seemed to be Kane dropping her off at her hotel, the two embracing beside the car.

They had dinner together, and Kane had personally escorted her back to her hotel—just the two of them, alone for so long.

While in that car, could that scoundrel have lost control and...?

The more Christopher thought, the more he fumed. Gripping the phone tightly, he suddenly hurled it away.

Luckily, Benny had anticipated his reaction and deftly caught the phone.

"Didn’t you say you trust her? Then why the tantrum? And by the way, my phone is innocent here. Let me remind you: I told you not to pry, but you insisted—so now you’re just bringing yourself unnecessary misery." Benny didn’t exactly look pleased either.

"Can’t I be angry at that shameless bastard?"

"Tsk, talk about double standards—that’s so typical of you."

Christopher shot Benny another glare.

Benny defended himself, "For months now, you’ve been relentlessly pestering Amelia. How are you any different from that guy?"

"Of course I’m different! She’s my ex-wife, the mother of my child!"

"To be blunt, the ’ex-wife’ title sounds less intimate compared to a business partner bonded by shared interests."

"Whose side are you even on?"

"Alright, alright, fine—of course I’m on your side. But I still need to be fair and objective."

"..." Christopher pondered for a moment, then his face relaxed, as if he just thought of something reassuring. He muttered in a low voice, "She forgave me. So that guy doesn’t stand a chance."

"What?" Benny looked up abruptly, startled. He paused before asking, "Are you saying... Amelia forgave you? Does that mean you two are officially back together?"

"Mm. She refuses to admit it outright, but she’s been treating me much better these past few days." Moreover... she wasn’t rejecting his kisses anymore.

Benny stared at him, suddenly sensing trouble.

These two had just reconciled, and now he’d brought this news to light—they wouldn’t start fighting again because of him, would they?

"Uh... since that’s the case, cherish her well. You’ve already wasted so many years. From now on, try not to argue and at least create a happy, warm home atmosphere for the kids."

"Obviously. Do I need you to tell me that?"

Initially, when he’d regained consciousness after his accident, Amelia had said she would wait for him to pull himself together and become "normal" again before she’d consider giving him another chance.

Unexpectedly, her own brush with a plane crash had provided him an opportunity to save her, turning the tide and winning her over ahead of schedule.

Fate had been kind to him, leaving him with scars but delivering a reward worth far more.

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Amelia Garcia had just sent Ginny Davies off when her phone rang.

Benny Palmer?

"Hello, Young Master Palmer."

"Amelia? Ahem, um... you’re busy, right?" Benny’s voice carried the distinct tone of a man guilty of wrongdoing.

Amelia picked up on it immediately. "Not really. Just say what you need to."

"Well... so you recently went to Zurich and met Kane, right? The two of you were photographed hugging outside a hotel, and the media caught it. Now it’s circulating back home. I thought Christopher had already seen it, but... I accidentally spilled the beans."

Amelia paused in surprise, rifling through her memory as Benny spoke.

Right—this had happened.

That day, after dinner with Kane, he insisted on dropping her off at her hotel. She couldn’t refuse.

After getting out, Kane indeed hugged her briefly, though she had quickly pulled away.

The media actually captured that?

"This happened ages ago. How is it surfacing now?"

"It’s pretty typical—there’s always some lag time between domestic and international news. But that’s besides the point. The real issue is Christopher knows. You know his temper... no need to elaborate."

Amelia walked toward her desk, tidying her documents as she replied casually, "He’s always jealous about nothing, petty as a child. I can’t be bothered."

"Um... you’re absolutely right. But this whole mess is my fault, and I’m worried it might cause another argument between you two. Especially since I heard you two recently patched things up—it’d be horrible if I stirred things up."

"Who said we patched things up?" Amelia’s face flushed, her voice defensive as she instinctively denied it.

Benny chuckled, "You don’t have to admit it out loud; it’s enough that you know it in your heart. Anyway, I just wanted to give you a heads-up so Christopher doesn’t go off on you without you knowing why."

Amelia muttered, "You knew about his temper yet still deliberately told him."

"I was only testing the waters, thinking he might not know—and if he didn’t, that’d be fine. Who knew he’d insist on prying further?" Benny admitted sheepishly and quickly tried steering the subject elsewhere. "By the way, I ran into Wendy Hart while I was there. She came to visit Christopher—no clue if the siblings talked about anything unpleasant."

Wendy Hart?

Amelia hadn’t heard that name in ages and almost forgot she existed.

Nothing good ever came from Wendy’s mouth anyway.

Not that Amelia cared.

She responded indifferently, "A sister visiting her hospitalized brother—it’s only natural."

"Mm, glad you think that way."

After ending the call, Amelia lowered herself into her office chair. Her fingers hovered over her keyboard before typing in some search keywords.

Soon enough, the article Benny mentioned appeared.

Scrolling downward, she sighed internally.

So foreign paparazzi were just as inventive as local ones, huh? She hadn’t realized she’d become such a tragic heroine—from being forced apart from her lover to being an underground mistress to facing insurmountable obstacles trying to marry into high society.

She couldn’t imagine the sour expression on Christopher’s face after reading the report.

Checking her watch, she realized it was already lunchtime.

Recalling Christopher’s earlier message on WhatsApp, asking her to join him for lunch, she noticed it coincided perfectly with the mealtime.

Grabbing her bag, she typed a quick reply on WhatsApp—Prepare my lunch.