Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 380 Laying a Floor Mat

Chapter 380: Chapter 380 Laying a Floor Mat

"I didn’t mean it that way. I just feel like living here is an injustice to you all."

This townhouse was handed over as a debt repayment from someone else.

He wasn’t impressed by it and had never thought of moving in.

Imperial Garden is his favorite place; every corner inside and outside was thoughtfully designed by hired professionals. After Hope arrived, he even had a small playground built in the backyard.

When it was just the two of them living there, it felt a bit spacious and cold.

Now with three little ones running around, it’s perfectly lively.

"What’s to be aggrieved about? I’m not that pretentious. Living in a villa and still feeling aggrieved? What about those in apartment buildings or village houses? Should they even live?" Amelia casually tossed out a remark, pushed him to the dining room, and instructed Aunt Harper to bring a warm towel for him to wipe his hands.

Between the lines, she was the image of a mistress of the house.

Christopher looked at her, eyes filled with tenderness, "As long as you don’t mind. However, it’s only right for family to be together. Once everything is settled, we’ll take care of the important matters and then hold a grand wedding. I’ll bring a fleet to pick you up and bring you to Imperial Garden with all due ceremony. What do you think?"

Amelia frowned slightly and looked at him, "Are you out of your mind?"

"What do you mean?"

"Your sister passed away. According to tradition, your family shouldn’t be celebrating within three years, let alone making it grand! Do you want to get me in trouble?"

Christopher looked surprised, first glancing at her, then at Aunt Harper, "Is there such a saying?"

Aunt Harper explained, "When someone in the family passes away, we traditionally observe a period of mourning, and it’s indeed inappropriate to celebrate. But the custom in River City is either to hold the wedding within a hundred days after the death or... wait three years."

"Within a hundred days..." Christopher secretly rejoiced and quickly turned to the woman, "Within a hundred days is possible! After New Year, we..."

Amelia gave him another look, "And what about your mom? Are you planning to hold a grand wedding without your parents attending?"

Speaking of this...

Christopher remembered how he confronted his parents in the hospital room that day, and his face soon turned solemn, "They are stubborn to a terrifying degree. If we wait for their approval, I might never get married in this lifetime."

The topic became heavy.

Amelia changed the subject, "Alright, let’s eat and not talk about this."

The times when the family gathered were always filled with laughter and joy.

The three kids were naturally extroverted. The eldest used to be reserved and mature, but now, perhaps feeling that having a dad at home means he doesn’t need to act like a little adult, his nature has become much livelier.

The noise continued from dinner till past nine, with both the adult and the three kids never quieting down.

Eventually, it was Aunt Harper who wisely pulled the kids aside and whispered something in their ears. The little ones immediately yawned and said in their muffled voices, "Dad, we’re sleepy. We’re going to bed. You can go hang out with Mom!"

Christopher patted his youngest son’s head, still pretending to be reserved, "It’s okay; I can stay with you a little longer and tell you a bedtime story, alright?"

"Forget it... We’re already mature and sensible kids. We won’t disturb you and Mom playing kissy-kissy anymore."

"Hahahaha!"

Seeing Dad’s face flush with embarrassment, the kids giggled and ran off.

After finishing dinner, Amelia was busy tidying up the day’s big purchases. When she was finally done and returned to the living room, she heard the kids saying, "We won’t disturb Mom and Dad playing kissy-kissy," causing her face to turn red.

After the little ones ran off, she walked towards the man, her face awkward and shy, "I really don’t know who they’ve been learning from, acting so cheeky at such a young age."

Christopher remained composed, his eyes fixed on her warmly, "How is that cheeky? It’s thoughtful of them to consider their parents, such good kids."

"..." Amelia couldn’t be bothered to argue with him. She looked up at the clock on the wall and sighed quietly, "It’s getting late. Should I call a driver to pick you up, or let Fuller take you back?"

The man’s eyebrows slightly raised, "Did I say anything about leaving today?"

"You’re not leaving?" She was secretly delighted, though her expression betrayed nothing.

"The children so thoughtfully created an opportunity for us. If I leave, wouldn’t their kindness go to waste?"

"..." Can’t this person speak properly!

Of course, it’s great if he doesn’t leave, but... how will he get upstairs without an elevator in this villa?

Thinking of this, Amelia felt awkward again.

"But if you don’t leave... you’ll probably be sleeping on the sofa tonight."

Mr. Hart looked around, realizing the situation, and was slightly startled, "There’s no elevator here?"

"You don’t even know your own property?"

"..." This time Mr. Hart was speechless—he had said he’d never been here before.

So now what?

He wanted to stay over just to cuddle with Amelia, but if he can’t go upstairs, how can they cuddle?

However, the sofa is wide, and Amelia is so petite...

Amelia noticed him eyeing the sofa, with a wicked gleam in his eyes, and immediately understood. She preemptively said, "Don’t even think about squeezing with me on the sofa! You might not care, but I do!"

Imagine Mom and Dad cuddling and sleeping on the sofa; what would the kids think if they saw?

What would Aunt Harper and Fuller think?

Mr. Hart persuaded, "No one will mind."

"I mind! And it’s uncomfortable to squeeze!"

"Alright... so what should we do? It’s so late, would you really have the heart to kick me out?" Mr. Hart started to feign pitifulness again.

Amelia sighed, rubbing her chin and looking around, not knowing what to do.

There is a room on the first floor, but no bed; it’s filled with miscellaneous items.

You can’t just go buy a bed now, can you?

Christopher sat in the wheelchair, pondering solutions himself.

Sure enough, he quickly found the room on the first floor.

"With a bit of tidying up, we could make a floor bed here, right?"

"A floor bed?" Amelia’s eyes widened in surprise; she walked forward to look at the room, then turned back, glancing at Mr. Hart, "Hearing those words from your mouth is scary—are you serious?"

The dignified heir of a wealthy family, someone who lived a life of luxury and privilege—now "fallen so far" as to make a floor bed.

Christopher understood what she meant and didn’t mind, "Being able to sleep with you, I’d happily sleep in a doghouse."

"..." Amelia resisted the cringe, rolled her eyes at him, "You go sleep in the doghouse then. I’m not going."

However, his suggestion wasn’t entirely unreasonable.

Having just made a lot of boxes from the shopping earlier, they could be opened and laid on the floor, then "borrow" the interlocking mats from the kids’ room, and put some bedding on top...

Once she had the idea, Amelia immediately sprang into action.

Busy and bustling in and out, all the while Mr. Hart sat in the wheelchair, unable to lend a hand, just giving random instructions.

When she was stealing the mats from the kids’ room, it was practically like she was committing a robbery.

The woman was aching all over from the work. She stood up, pushed her hair back, and saw him gesturing and pointing, saying this was crooked, that wasn’t aligned, thicker would be more comfortable. She threw him a cold glance, "Shut up! Come lay it yourself if you’re so capable!"