Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 351 Because of Deep Love, There Is Understanding

Chapter 351: Chapter 351 Because of Deep Love, There Is Understanding

Ah, so everyone loves sweet talk, the mushier the better.

The study fell into a brief silence. Neither of them spoke, but the atmosphere was good, and their hearts felt very close to each other.

Amelia waited for the wave of mushiness to pass, then suddenly turned back to look at him.

Christopher saw her hesitating to speak and took the initiative to ask, "What’s wrong?"

"Just now... Noah said you asked them whether they’d be willing to go visit your parents?"

Christopher’s expression froze for a moment, but he quickly relaxed and pulled out a faint smile. "I was planning to ask you about it tonight, but I guess the kids beat me to it by telling you first."

Amelia leaned back, relaxing her spine into the seat, her posture hinting at a readiness for a deeper conversation.

"Did your parents pressure you around New Year’s?"

"Not quite pressure. Just as I was leaving, my mom mentioned it. What she said was that all three kids should come visit together, and she said she’d accept Hope." Christopher immediately shared the "premise," making it clear that his mother had changed her stance.

"Really?" Amelia was a bit surprised.

Moreover, she noticed that when Christopher mentioned his parents now, his emotions weren’t as cold or harsh as before. Instead, they seemed slightly protective.

She wasn’t sure if this shift was because of the "pillow talk" she’d been feeding him lately or something else entirely.

Her feelings were complicated.

She wasn’t a saint. After being so deeply hurt by his family, there was undeniably a lingering grudge.

She had tried to convince him before only because she didn’t want things to escalate to the point of no return. After all, his parents weren’t in good health, and she feared that if an accident occurred, they might be left with regret. Years later, he might even resent her for it.

But now that his attitude had actually shifted, and he was starting to think about taking the kids back, she found herself feeling... uneasy.

Ugh, truly a warring cocktail of contradictions.

Christopher saw her staying silent and gripped her hand tighter. "Amelia, don’t worry. I’ll absolutely respect your wishes. If you don’t agree, I won’t make the decision on my own."

Amelia snapped back to the present and quickly shook her head. "No, no, I don’t have any objections about this. As long as the kids are willing, you go ahead and take them back."

Despite the grudge, she was still reasonable.

The grudges of the previous generation shouldn’t impact innocent children.

Christopher suddenly chuckled.

She was puzzled. "Why are you laughing?"

"You know, when I asked the kids, at first they said they wouldn’t go, they didn’t want to. But later, after I persuaded them a little more, they said, ’We’ll have to ask Mom. If Mom agrees, then we’ll go.’ And now you’re telling me, ’As long as the kids are willing, they can go.’"

Amelia was secretly surprised, watching the helpless smile on his face. She instinctively explained, "I didn’t tell them to say that, and we’re not playing keep-away with each other—"

She was a little exasperated. She hadn’t expected the kids to be so clever, almost like little adults.

Covering her forehead with her hand for a moment, she lowered it and said, "Well... since that’s the case, I’ll find some time to talk to the kids."

Christopher saw her getting anxious and immediately stopped her. "Don’t misunderstand, I didn’t mean it that way. I know your personality very well. You’ve always been very clear about separating your relationship with my parents from the kids’ relationship with my parents. That clarity is already remarkable, and I’m deeply grateful."

Christopher understood that for most women, after being profoundly hurt by their ex in-laws to the point of disgrace, they would likely cut ties forever and never allow their kids to get close to their grandparents.

But Amelia could still view the relationship fairly and neutrally; her values were upright.

With his compliment, Amelia felt her earlier thoughts were a bit petty.

So, she responded with even greater generosity: "As long as your parents don’t harm the children, and especially if they treat Hope equally, I’d be happy for them to have more interactions with the kids."

After all, in a typical family, children not only have grandparents to dote on them but also maternal grandparents to protect them, enjoying the abundant love of a big family.

But in her family, the maternal grandparents weren’t an option. They’d already lost that extra bit of love compared to others.

If the grandparents on the paternal side also couldn’t connect with them, then they’d be missing out on another piece.

It’s often said that grandparental love spans generations, and she hoped her children could experience more love.

Christopher, hearing her say this, felt even more moved. He pulled her hand again and gently tugged her closer.

The woman resisted shyly. "What are you doing..."

"Amelia, thank you. Despite everything they did to hurt you, you’re still willing to offer them the greatest kindness." The two seemed locked in a tug-of-war, the man speaking from his heart with raw emotion, "Meeting you was the luckiest thing in my life."

Amelia didn’t want to indulge in intimacy, twisting her body to avoid bending toward him. But hearing this, she couldn’t help but glance at him and tease, "Have you been secretly eating honey?"

"Maybe."

"Alright, stop messing around. Go get some rest."

"No rush. Let me hold you first."

She had no desire for cuddling, but he held on tight, and in their tussle, a stack of papers fell off the table.

"Stop it!" Amelia impatiently slapped his hand away and bent down to pick up the papers. But before she could, he stretched out his long arm, grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her over.

"Ah—" She was startled, instinctively reaching for the edge of the desk. But she couldn’t escape his grip and ended up securely locked in his arms.

"Your legs..."

"It’s fine. You’re not heavy." The man finally got his wish, holding her sideways in his embrace, his handsome face buried against her shoulder.

"Amelia..." His voice was particularly deep.

"Hm?" Since she was already caught in his arms, Amelia decided to relax.

"I know you still care, even if just a little. That’s my fault for putting you in a difficult position." His gaze softened, and his voice carried genuine remorse, apologizing sincerely.

Amelia was slightly shocked, feeling a bit bashful—so he knew her little inner thoughts all along.

Since that was the case, Amelia turned to look at him, deciding to lay everything out. "Then can you tell me why your attitude suddenly shifted so much?"

Christopher didn’t reply, just buried his face in her neck.

His posture was much like that day when he called her to come back immediately—a mix of desperation and melancholy.

"If you don’t want to say, then..."

"It’s nothing really, it’s just that... Wendy’s condition has worsened again. They’re very worried. When I visited last time, I saw they were deeply troubled and aged significantly. I thought maybe the kids could bring them some joy."

Amelia listened but didn’t react much.

When it came to Wendy, she couldn’t let go of her past grievances.

Christopher noticed her lack of response and knew the shadows left by his sister were too overwhelming for her.

He hadn’t told the whole truth because he didn’t want to add to her burden. Otherwise, given her personality, if she knew the full story—even if she was unwilling—she might push herself to show forced generosity.

So it was better to keep it light.

"Anyway, thank you. Once the kids and my parents build a good relationship, over time they’ll definitely come to accept you too." Christopher wasn’t just comforting her; he truly believed that.

Amelia quickly looked at him. "No, I’ve never thought about that happening, and I don’t care for it either."

Seeing how fast she responded, her true rejection was clear. Christopher chuckled and lightly traced her nose, stepping back. "Alright, I’ll leave it all up to you. As long as you’re happy."

Since the topic seemed finished, Amelia got up to leave.

But he pulled her back again, and with one hand under her chin, kissed her without another word.