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Chapter 379: The Last Joy Before New Year’s Eve

Chapter 379: Chapter 379: The Last Joy Before New Year’s Eve

The minor incident at the courtyard, Amelia Garcia didn’t mention to Christopher Hart.

He’s been troubled and frustrated enough lately, no need to add to his worries with some pointless trivial matters.

New Year’s Eve was approaching, and companies were starting to have intermittent holidays.

Amelia Garcia was constantly pestered by the kids to go shopping for New Year supplies, but there was never enough time to spare.

Until the 28th of December when the company was also on New Year’s break, she finally took the little ones out for a crazy shopping spree.

After returning, the kids clamored to hang up the big red lanterns and put up the pretty window stickers.

Aunt Harper said these should be put up on New Year’s Eve, to wait a little longer, but Amelia Garcia didn’t want to dampen the children’s spirits, saying to leave the couplets for New Year’s Eve and let the kids handle the rest.

Thus, Fuller and a few bodyguards became human ladders, carrying the three siblings, now hanging lanterns, now hanging Chinese knots, now pasting window stickers, busily bustling about.

However, after this hassle, the house that looked somewhat cold and monotonous suddenly had a bit more of the New Year vibe.

Even the bare landscape trees in the courtyard were festively decorated, heralding the New Year.

Christopher Hart sat in a wheelchair, staying in the courtyard, looking at the scene before him, his thin and handsome face showing a faint smile.

Time flies, and it’s almost New Year again.

Though the flowers look the same every year, this year’s Spring Festival is different from any previous year.

The people he cares about, the ones he never expected, have all come back.

Nothing is more joyous and fulfilling than a family reunion on New Year’s Eve.

The man looked through the dim yellow night at the cheerful atmosphere inside the house, listening to the children’s laughter, and his heart, weary and dispirited for a long time, gradually felt lightened.

Lucas King stood by for a moment, then quietly asked, "President Hart, should I take you inside?"

Christopher Hart came to his senses, saying softly, "I’m no longer President Hart; we’ve known each other for so many years, apart from work-related connections, we are friends. Just call me Christopher."

Lucas King waved his hand repeatedly, "President Hart, I can’t just say it, and... you resigned today, the board hasn’t approved it yet. I think maybe after the New Year, things might take a turn, their opinions might change, they may not let you put down this burden."

Lucas King had been with Seal-Cloud Corporation for several years and was well-versed in everything inside and out of the company.

He always felt that Dunn Hart and his group were playing with fire and would eventually end up with a mess that they couldn’t handle, surely needing Christopher Hart to come back to stabilize the situation.

That’s why he didn’t resign, thinking that sooner or later, he would still have to continue serving this love-hate boss... oh no, running errands for him.

But Christopher Hart was now completely uninterested in the power struggles of the business world.

All he saw were his beloved woman and adorable children, imagining this might be his most peaceful and happy Spring Festival ever, he felt a sense of impatience.

"You go back."

"Then you... go in by yourself?"

"Mm."

"Alright."

Lucas King turned and left, while Christopher Hart continued to sit outside the courtyard.

He thought that when the kids ran out and saw him, they would surely joyfully rush up and then ecstatically shout, "Mommy, Mommy, Daddy is back!"

And then that woman would certainly run out surprised as well.

He couldn’t stop smiling just by imagining it.

However, the reality was that he sat in the courtyard for about ten minutes, and no one came out...

He faintly heard someone inside shouting for dinner, and the relaxed smile on his face slowly faded and solidified.

They’re having dinner, they’ll definitely sit down to eat, and won’t come out again—leaving him to sit here, as the sun set, the temperature dropped steeply, and he gradually felt cold all over.

If there were special effects at this moment, Mr. Hart on the wheelchair would first turn to black and white stone, then "crack," breaking into pieces all over the ground.

Inside the living room, Amelia Garcia had just called the kids to the dining room when her phone rang.

"Hello, Lucas King?"

"Uh... Ma’am, the thing is... Mr. Hart is sitting in the courtyard. I was going to take him into the house, but he said no. I guess he wanted to give you a surprise, but who would’ve thought you’d—"

Lucas King had left but still didn’t rest assured, so he quietly stayed nearby, observing from a distance.

"When did this happen?" Amelia Garcia asked in disbelief, "He’s still sitting in the courtyard now?"

"..." Lucas was a bit speechless and replied laughingly, "What else? Leave home?"

"Alright, I got it!"

"Ma’am, please don’t say I called you!" Lucas King, full of survival instinct, still wanted to save face for his boss.

"Got it."

After answering the call, Amelia Garcia initially wanted to go outside and "tease" someone, but after thinking it over, she felt it was too much. So she pulled Noah over and whispered in his ear.

Noah’s eyes lit up with surprise, "Really? Daddy is outside?"

He turned and was about to run out, but his mom pulled him back, "Remember—pretend not to notice, first gasp, then call me!"

"OK! Got it!"

So, Noah ran to the living room door, ready to close it, but suddenly shouted with delight, "Daddy! It’s Daddy! Daddy’s back!"

Sitting in the wheelchair, holding his phone, he was hesitating whether or not to dial a certain number when Mr. Hart, startled by his son’s voice, hurriedly put the phone away.

The next moment, the kids came running out, overjoyed.

"Mommy! Come quickly! Daddy’s back!"

The three little ones rushed over, surrounding the wheelchair, the scene somewhat reminiscent of a long-outgone master suddenly returning, with the household dogs frantically jumping up to bark and snuggle with the master begging for hugs.

Amelia Garcia walked behind, struggling to hold back a smile, almost getting an internal injury.

Her eldest son’s acting was truly natural!

Surrounded by the children’s cheers, the gloom on Christopher Hart’s face vanished.

Seeing the woman slowly walking over, he suppressed the longing in his heart, his gaze meeting hers across the night.

"Why didn’t you say something when you came over?" Amelia Garcia stood before the man, her face under the night blurred, adding to her beauty.

Christopher Hart had just been sulking in silence, but now, with a gentle question from the woman, not even a scold, he instantly felt appeased.

"Mm..." he nodded, responding, "I went to the company this afternoon, and after getting done, I thought to come and see you guys."

Amelia Garcia smiled, walking behind the wheelchair, "You’re just in time, come inside for dinner."

The three little ones surrounded their parents, cheering and jumping as they returned to the villa.

Outside, as the heavy dew and cold breeze set in, this time Noah finally closed the door.

Christopher Hart had arranged for them to live here, but hadn’t visited, only knowing the place had simple furniture and inadequate facilities.

Now, upon surveying around, he saw that she had decorated the house warmly and lovingly, in a well-organized manner, with all the necessary items, he couldn’t help asking, "Are you planning to stay here long-term?"

Amelia Garcia retorted, "Why not?" and then added, "I’ve moved several times since I returned to China these past six months. It’s really been exhausting. Isn’t this property yours? Can I not stay long-term?"