Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 348: A Hilarious Morning

Chapter 348: Chapter 348: A Hilarious Morning

This kiss didn’t last very long.

Because Amelia was bent over and felt tired, she kissed him briefly before pushing him away and turning toward the bathroom to freshen up.

Yet, this kiss that wasn’t particularly lingering captivated Christopher the most.

After all this time, his Amelia finally lowered her guard completely, willingly opening up to him.

Just thinking about how she had taken the initiative to kiss him excited Christopher to the point of wanting to announce it to the world in the dead of night.

Sleep was out of the question.

In the deep, quiet night, he rested against the headboard, listening to the sound of running water from the bathroom while his mind uncontrollably replayed the sensual images.

His dark eyes closed heavily, his Adam’s apple moving with sensuous allure, his furrowed brows momentarily relaxed, only to knit tightly again moments later.

But this time, it wasn’t the pain of wounds he couldn’t mend.

Rather, it was the suppressed desires and restless emotions buried deep within him.

Amelia didn’t wash her hair, just her body, so her shower didn’t take long.

Drying herself off with a towel, she hesitated a little as she reached for her robe.

Should she wear something underneath or not?

If she did, and he decided to get frisky later, it would be a hassle to take it off again.

But if she didn’t wear anything, and he wasn’t in that mood, he might tease her endlessly, accusing her of being "scheming" or even "seductive."

This bastard, this rogue, could say the most shameless things with ease.

A brief moment of imagination left her cheeks flushed red. She glanced at herself in the mirror—an unparalleled beauty.

Snow often teased her for having the face of a Fox Spirit, insisting it was the highest form of praise, not an insult—but Amelia always shrugged it off dismissively.

Yet looking at herself post-shower now, despite no longer being young, her fair, delicate skin glowed bright. Her radiant eyes and red lips made her stunningly irresistible.

It wasn’t narcissism; she really did embody the concept of the Fox Spirit through and through.

She couldn’t help but wonder, was Christopher’s obsession with her purely superficial?

And she, rekindling feelings for him yet again—was it just about his looks?

Probably not. Maybe it also had to do with his money.

After all, raising three "gold-devouring beasts" wasn’t cheap; having an ATM was better than going it alone in financial battles.

Yes, that must be it.

Her pointless musings derailed as she considered the late hour. Both of them needed rest, so she decided to wear proper underlayers beneath her robe.

When she came back out, the bedroom was still quiet.

Christopher lay against the headboard with his eyes closed, looking as if he were asleep.

Amelia tiptoed to the bed, walked around to the other side, and carefully lifted the quilt.

Before she could slide in, she saw him open his eyes and turn to stare at her.

Her heart suddenly raced. She pretended to be calm and murmured, "It’s late, go to sleep."

"Hmm." He responded, his voice deep, though his gaze remained locked on her.

Amelia was about to lie down when he spoke again: "Turn me over."

"Oh." She sat back up.

Familiar with his whims, she turned him to face her side and tucked a pillow behind his back.

This side position wouldn’t be comfortable for an entire night.

But being able to hold her, to watch her—even if slightly uncomfortable—was well worth it.

They lay down together, snugly spooned like perfectly fitting halves of a ladle.

Christopher let one hand drift to her waist, pulling her closer into his arms with gentle force.

Amelia stiffened instantly, her breathing controlled.

Before she could say a word, his breath was already on her neck, and his hand slipped under her robe from the edge of her collar.

"Wearing so much to sleep—don’t you find it uncomfortable?" Realizing she had layered clothing beneath her robe, Christopher murmured softly against the back of her ear.

Amelia blushed furiously, elbowing him lightly as if coyly resisting, "Stop it, go to sleep."

Ignoring her protests, he nestled his face into the curve of her neck, seemingly embedding her into his embrace.

"Did you rush back tonight because I said I missed you?"

"No way. Finished work, came back—that’s all. Would’ve been a waste to stay one more night."

"Really? Didn’t miss me?"

"It was just two days apart; what’s there to miss?" She replied casually.

It was the truth.

She had left yesterday afternoon and returned today at midnight—it hadn’t even been two full days.

Usually, even while living in River City, the times she didn’t come to Imperial Garden meant longer separations than this.

"Heartless little thing!" He pinched her soft waist and nipped playfully at her ear.

Amelia jerked as if struck by electricity, nearly jumping up.

"Christopher, are you insane? It’s not as if we were parted forever—what’s there to miss about just a few days? If I missed anything, it’d be the kids! You call so many times a day, I barely have any peace!"

Frustrated, she turned to scold him.

Christopher looked at her flustered expression, a smile playing on his lips, and suddenly leaned in to plant a kiss. "How can you even look beautiful while angry?"

"..." Amelia wanted to roll her eyes.

It’s hard to fight off charm, especially when paired with honeyed words—how was she supposed to stay mad?

She threw him a cutting glare, then turned her back to him, murmuring, "Stop it! I’m exhausted!"

Having worn heels and rushed around all day before taking a long ride back that night, she truly was spent.

All she wanted was to sleep.

Christopher finally showed a shred of decency, hugging her as he murmured, "Sleep. I won’t bother you anymore."

The fact that she had sensed his off mood and rushed back that same night already touched him deeply.

Even if they didn’t do anything, just holding her like this soothed every chaotic thought in his heart.

After suppressing his restless desires for a moment, his body finally calmed. He closed his eyes, the shadows between his brows dissipating as a faint smile graced his lips.

————

Early the next morning, while the two were still enjoying peaceful sleep, their children’s knocks sounded like drums against the door.

"Mommy! Mommy! You’re back!"

"Mommy... Are you still sleeping?"

"Mommy! It’s vacation today; can you take us out to play?"

Though this business trip had only lasted two days and hardly seemed significant, the kids were still thrilled to see her back.

Aunt Harper couldn’t stop them—they ran rampant.

But seeing the bedroom door locked, she sighed in relief, afraid the little ones might barge in and witness something less than child-friendly.

Inside the room, the couple, who were snuggled close in sleep, woke to the cacophony. They exchanged looks, each feeling a headache coming on.

Christopher let out a sigh. "Aren’t kids supposed to love sleeping in? Why do ours like to wake up at dawn?"

Amelia glanced at her phone. "Not that early—it’s already eight."

Even though they had the holiday to enjoy lazy mornings, she figured it had been a while since she last spent quality time with the kids. Taking a deep breath to shake off her fatigue, she got up to open the door.

"Mommy, you really came back? Didn’t you say it would be tomorrow?" Hope dashed inside, hugged her sleepy-eyed mother, and bounced around joyfully.

Amelia, still groggy after barely five hours of sleep, was nearly toppled over by her daughter’s excitement. She managed a faint smile and said, "I missed you guys, so I came back early."

Ethan exposed her without hesitation. "Hmph! No way—Mom definitely missed Dad! As the saying goes, parents are true love; kids are just accidents—we’re the three accidents!"

Noah nodded knowingly and chimed in with sage-like seriousness, "For once, your glutton-brain has said something smart."

Christopher, still lying in bed, couldn’t hold back his laughter.

These three tiny troublemakers never failed to surprise him with their wit.

Amelia gave a hurt look. "Am I not good to you guys? How could you say something like that? You’re going to make Mommy so sad."

"Hahaha... Mommy, don’t cry! We were just kidding!"

"Mommy, since you’re off today, can you take us out to play? It’s been so long since we’ve gone out."

"Mommy, I want to go to the amusement park—like the one Aunt Snow took us to a long time ago."

"That time we even saw our little sister! Too bad she didn’t know we were her brothers."

Christopher, still leaning on the bedframe, furrowed his brows slightly, then asked his eldest son, "You guys saw your sister back then?"

Noah turned to glance at his father hesitantly, suddenly feeling nervous. "Uh..."

He didn’t want to say more, knowing it might backfire on their dad.

But Hope, with her excellent memory, piped up clearly, "Dad, what’s wrong with your brain? Back then, brother was hiding inside that big yellow duck costume, standing right in front of us!"

Her remark triggered Christopher’s recollection.

Along with the memory, he recalled a conversation.

"Dad, I want to wear that kind of costume too!" Hope said, pointing at the person in the big yellow duck suit.

"No, it’s too stuffy inside, and it’s also unsafe."

Hope pouted but continued to plead.

"Pouting won’t change my mind. The parents letting kids work like that are either dumb or greedy—making such a young child do hard labor," he lectured.

The boy in the duck costume then replied, "Mister, you’re absolutely right; my dad is a big dummy!"

Christopher explained to Hope earnestly, "See? His dad is dumb. He’s working to earn money for his dad’s treatment."

Christopher had never hated his exceptional memory as much as he did now. He could recall every detail from that day months ago.

He regretted having regained those memories; without them, he might’ve blissfully forgotten such embarrassing stupidity instead of now enduring the mortifying awkwardness.

A look at his eldest son’s guilty expression confirmed the boy remembered that moment as clearly as he did.

So, this son’s lack of respect for him started back then.

His son had outright insulted him as a "big dummy" to his face, and Christopher hadn’t even realized, foolishly taking the verbal jabs like an idiot.

Amelia watched the subtle tension between them, sensing something wasn’t quite right.

Before she could ask, Hope spilled everything in smooth succession: "Oh, Dad, is your memory broken? You said parents who dress their children in those costumes must be dumb and greedy, and then brother said his dad was a big dummy! You said brother was working to earn money for his dum—mfff mfff—"

Hope’s words abruptly cut short as Noah realized Christopher’s face had darkened. He quickly reached out to cover his sister’s mouth.

"Mfff mfff, brother, what are you doing... I wasn’t finished! Doesn’t Dad’s comment mean—"

"Sister, didn’t you want to play with my robot? Here, go ahead!" Noah hurriedly yanked Hope away from the room.

Amelia suddenly understood everything.

Her gaze landed on Christopher, whose expression now veered toward volcanic levels of ugly, and she struggled to keep her laughter contained—it didn’t work.

Ethan, hearing that Hope was getting access to Noah’s robot, became excited and bolted out after them.

Left alone in the room, Amelia couldn’t hold back her laughter anymore, doubling over until tears formed at the corners of her eyes.