Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 335: A Rare World for Just the Two of Us

Chapter 335: Chapter 335: A Rare World for Just the Two of Us

Amelia Garcia was furious and naturally didn’t want to get close to him.

But as he said, this guy had injuries. If she struggled and hurt his wounds, they’d have to go back to the hospital again.

From the fall to now, it had been two months, and his injuries kept recurring, never fully healed.

If his injuries didn’t heal properly, he couldn’t start leg rehabilitation.

The longer it was delayed, the greater the impact on his leg’s neurological function, and the lower the possibility of him standing up in the future...

So, she didn’t dare move recklessly.

Amelia Garcia was forcibly kissed by him, her mind a chaotic mess.

The more she thought, the angrier she got.

He was bullying her.

He was taking advantage of her kindness on purpose.

Christopher Hart noticed she was distracted and lightly bit her lip.

"Ow! Are you crazy?!" the woman yelped in pain.

The man momentarily paused his kiss, but his hands didn’t let go; their faces were so close that their eyelashes tangled.

"Is my kissing technique that bad? Even now, you’re daydreaming." His face showed displeasure, clearly feeling hurt.

Amelia Garcia recalled teasing him about his lack of technique on the phone earlier in the morning and chuckled mockingly, saying bluntly, "Your technique isn’t just bad. Do you believe now that I wasn’t slandering you?"

Before she finished speaking, she noticed a sudden change in the man’s gaze.

She didn’t even have time to escape before he seized the back of her head, stealing her breath again.

"Christopher Hart... you—you stop messing around... Don’t think I won’t fight back!"

His kiss was too aggressive, and Amelia Garcia couldn’t handle it. Amid her flushed face and pounding heart, she threatened in broken words.

But Christopher wasn’t listening.

A man’s dignity would not tolerate provocation, especially when it came to matters like this.

In their current position, he wasn’t lacking the opportunity to prove himself...

With that thought, heat surged through his body, practically roaring with excitement inside.

"Amelia... Amelia..." He kissed her while muttering her name, one word at a time, melting into her bones.

Amelia Garcia understood what he meant, and her face turned pale with fright; her heart raced like a drum.

"Christopher Hart, you—you better not do anything rash! Your injuries still aren’t healed, and your leg—"

Given his state, how could he still think about those things? Absolutely inconceivable!

"And besides, this is a car—a car. Wake up!"

She gently pushed against his shoulder, trying to get out of his embrace. Her voice trembled heavily as she spoke, unsure whether it was fear of him or his influence that made her body temperature soar, feeling as though she was in a steamy sauna.

But the man wouldn’t listen.

He continued holding her tightly.

His handsome face buried into her neck, kissing along the side affectionately.

Amelia Garcia trembled all over, the places where he kissed feeling like they were on fire.

"Christopher Hart... you—you stop! This position hurts my waist, it’s so uncomfortable... Let go of me, or I’ll get angry!"

She wasn’t lying.

He had forcibly pulled her over earlier, trapping her in his arms for a kiss. She had twisted herself awkwardly, and her waist was almost breaking.

Perhaps her irritated tone got through to him, or maybe he noticed her discomfort because Christopher Hart finally regained some clarity, his rationality slowly returning.

"You... sit on my lap." After a moment, he stared at the woman intently, demanding softly.

Amelia Garcia just relaxed slightly but widened her eyes again upon hearing his words, "You—"

"Relax, I won’t do anything. Let me hold you for a bit." It was rare for the two of them to be alone without the kids running around; he wanted to enjoy the moment more.

The woman was skeptical.

Her mind had already started envisioning the scene.

Even though they were married and no longer young, she wasn’t particularly open about such matters.

Those trendy activities among couples were entirely unacceptable to her.

Christopher Hart knew she misunderstood him, a charming smile playing on his lips as he brushed his fingers along her nose. "What’s going on in that mind of yours? You’re wearing so much; by the time I’d finish stripping you, we’d already be home."

"..."

The woman glanced down at herself—she was dressed appropriately. Long gone were her days of wearing revealing clothes in winter; fleece-lined leggings and wool sweaters were her respectful homage to the cold season.

In hindsight, they were also her shield.

If it were summer and she wore skirts and stockings, he might’ve ripped them right off.

Seeing his disheveled state, his forehead glistening in sweat, Amelia Garcia glared at him, "Serves you right!" She then asked timidly, "Are you sure you’re okay? I’ve put on weight..."

If she crushed his leg, it’d be disastrous.

Christopher’s gaze darkened, "Never ask a man whether he’s okay—it’s just asking for trouble!"

"..." This scoundrel, every word revealed his shameless nature.

"Come on, sit in my arms. Let me hold you properly."

He insisted once more, acting like a stubborn child whining for candy.

Reason told Amelia Garcia not to humor him, but for some unknown reason, her body felt strange...

It was as if her heart was screaming for a man—a man...

Ridiculous.

She had lived a restrained life for so many years, never once feeling she had this kind of need. Yet now, after being kissed and hugged by him, she felt like she had been bewitched.

"Amelia..."

The man murmured again. She blushed, her shy eyes seeming ready to bleed as she slowly stood up from her seat.

Still wavering in hesitation, the car suddenly turned a corner, throwing her towards him with a gasp.

Christopher Hart caught her entirely, turned his head, planted a kiss on the corner of her lips, and grinned: "This is quite the gesture of affection..."

She stood awkwardly in front of him, her legs on either side, her hands hooked around his neck, her upper body pressed against his.

The pose was incredibly awkward, but what choice did she have? She didn’t dare to truly sit in his lap.

"Are you... okay?"

"Relax, I’m not that fragile."

Still, she worried, staying in his embrace for a while before trying to get up: "Alright, you’ve held me, kissed me, stop fooling around now!"

As she tried withdrawing back to her seat, Christopher Hart wouldn’t let her, pulling her waist firmly down.

"Ah... Christopher Hart!"

"I’m fine; you’re not that heavy."

His expression didn’t show pain, rather his eyes sparkled, and he looked full of energy.

Amelia Garcia hesitated and slowly sat down—facing him directly.

Just as she settled, the man’s arms tightened, pulling her in firmly before kissing her again.

This position was much more comfortable compared to the earlier awkward twisting.

Despite her original intention to resist, the moment her breath was stolen and her senses bathed in his clean, intoxicating scent, her rationality crumbled entirely.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, closed her eyes, and lost herself in this tender passion.

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As they neared Imperial Garden, Amelia Garcia finally slipped out of his embrace and returned to her seat.

Christopher didn’t cling to her anymore, merely picked up the thin blanket on his legs and draped it over his waist.

Amelia caught sight of this but pretended she didn’t see.

At this moment, she didn’t dare make a single snarky comment; otherwise, this scoundrel would start with his shameless talk, and she’d end up losing again.

The car was quiet for a while, and the heated, heady atmosphere faded, restoring the air to calmness.

The man suddenly spoke, his tone still slightly hoarse, "Feeling a bit better now?"

She turned abruptly to look at him.

Soon, she understood.

All this nonsense was to distract her?

Christopher Hart saw her stunned gaze, smiled gently, and held her hand: "Leave your father’s issues to me. You just focus on your work and building your career. We’ve been through so much together; if we’re still dividing things between us at this point, all those trials would’ve been for nothing."

Amelia Garcia said nothing, but her heart warmed like spring sunshine.

When they got home, the kids happily rushed over, shouting "Mommy! Daddy!"

No matter how many troubles were in her heart, Amelia always smiled when she saw the children.

"Sweethearts, Mommy’s cooking today, what would you like to eat?" She crouched down and asked them affectionately.

Ethan spoke up first, "How about lion’s head meatballs? Those are my favorite!"

Hope held her mother’s face and studied her carefully, questioning, "Mommy, are you sick with a fever? Why is your face so red?"

"Uh—" Not expecting her daughter to be so observant, Amelia Garcia blushed even more, pressing the back of her hand to her warm, sweaty forehead and laughing, "No... Maybe the car’s air conditioner was too high, it got hot."

Noah was even sharper.

Seeing his father wheeling in after her with the same flushed cheeks and radiant spirit, he suddenly understood something, pulled his sister aside and said, "Kids shouldn’t ask about adult stuff. What do you want to eat?"

Hope pouted, "You’re a kid too, hmph! Don’t boss me around."

Amelia knew her eldest probably caught on to something and became more embarrassed, smiling at the kids before heading straight to the kitchen.

Christopher’s voice followed, "You’ve been working all day, let the kitchen handle it."

"It’s fine, I don’t get to cook for them often." The woman escaped into the kitchen.

Christopher Hart knew she was being shy and avoiding him, so he let her be.

With a good mood and his wife cooking personally, he decided not to go upstairs, playing with the kids in the living room instead.

This home was finally lively, like a real family.

After finishing the meal, Amelia Garcia gathered the kids to wash up and get ready to eat.

The three little ones cheered and lined up for the bathroom.

When the dishes were all served and about to start, Amelia’s phone rang.

"Who is it?" Christopher asked.

"It’s Snow. You guys go ahead and eat." The dining room was too noisy from the kids, so she answered the call and stepped aside.

"Amelia, has your beast of a father come to hassle you again?" Snow Fitch asked without preamble.

Amelia was startled, "How do you know?" Before she even finished asking, she realized, "The video’s online again, isn’t it?"

"Yup... and the headline is shocking: ’Cruel daughter drives over her father, heartless and vicious beyond belief!’"

Amelia Garcia frowned, how did it come to this?

The onlookers at the time were clearly on her side. How did it turn into an attack once posted online?

She even explained to the crowd back then that the man who staged the accident wasn’t her father.

"But don’t worry, this year’s netizens aren’t so gullible. A lot are saying the clip looks suspicious and heavily edited. Maybe you could find a way to get the full recording and upload it, the rumors would fall apart on their own."