Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 381 Amelia, I Love You

Chapter 381: Chapter 381 Amelia, I Love You

Mr. Hart could only shut his mouth.

After all, what’s there to be picky about when you’re the one benefiting from sleeping arrangements?

Like someone who only eats without cooking, no matter how the food tastes, they have to eat, and can’t complain, or else there won’t be any food next time.

The "mattress" was laid out, and Amelia went upstairs to gather all the bedding from the closet, afraid that someone with a special constitution might catch cold in their lower body and suffer. After thinking about it, she grabbed all the bedding from her own bed as well.

Just for this one night’s sleep, she had to go through all this trouble. Tomorrow when he leaves, she’ll have to wash everything clean and put it back in place.

Truly a love-struck fool~

"So, Mr. Hart, are you satisfied?" The bed was ready and she was out of breath from exhaustion, deliberately mocking and talking to herself, "I’m really crazy, I should have just kicked you out directly."

Christopher nodded in satisfaction, and upon hearing this, immediately promised, "Thank you for your hard work, I’ll have a bed sent over tomorrow."

"Don’t! That’s a waste! Last time you bought a complete imported dining set for the place I was renting, and just gave it away to the landlord!" Spending money like that is not the way.

"It’s okay, I am the landlord here."

"..."

The night grew deep, and the whole building fell quiet.

The two lay on the floor bedding, Amelia staring at the light overhead, finding it uncomfortable no matter how she lay.

Though she had an unhappy childhood, she had never slept on the floor in her life.

Now, thanks to someone, her life experience had been enriched once more.

Christopher was quite at ease, mainly because he was holding the person he thought of day and night. Truly, he’d be happy sleeping in a dog house or a pigsty, let alone this soft, warm spot on the floor, hardly inferior to lying on a bed.

Still, holding a warm and tender beauty in his arms, he couldn’t help but feel restless, so he wasn’t sleepy at all.

His large hand rested on the woman’s waist, initially behaving, but gradually starting to wander... causing trouble.

"What are you doing?" The sudden warm touch on her waist startled Amelia, her body instinctively tensed up, and she turned her head to look at him.

Shamelessly, he said, "I’m cold and my hands are freezing, you warm them for me."

"..." Listen to that, isn’t it shameless?

A grown man in the dead of winter, lacking chivalry, not even offering to help warm his woman up, and instead wanting her to use her body to warm his hands!

Amelia thought she couldn’t spoil him.

"I think your hands are quite warm." She rolled her eyes at him and pulled his mischievous hand out from under the blankets.

But the man snuck it back in again, this time even bringing his face closer, burrowing into her hair, "Then let me warm you up, you’re freezing."

"..." His face was truly thicker than a city wall.

"Christopher, stop fooling around, let’s just talk for a while." The woman pressed his hand through her pajamas, her gaze tender and gentle as she looked at him.

The man mumbled, "We can talk in a little while."

"No way..." She held back her blush, her eyes evading in shyness, muttering, "Without protection, it’s not an option."

Since they moved here, Christopher had never come around, and naturally, he hadn’t prepared anything like that.

And she was in her fertile period these past few days, couldn’t be careless.

Christopher’s face changed at that, his heat-dazed eyes fixed on her, stunned.

"Really." She emphasized again, then slowly pulled his hand out, leaving it to hug her waist through her clothes.

Mr. Hart was extremely disappointed, biting his teeth while holding her as he grumbled, "I’ll buy it with the bed tomorrow!"

Amelia was annoyed and gave him a punch, "Did you come to see us just for that? Do you still have energy for such thoughts at this time?"

"Originally, I didn’t, but seeing you I can’t help it, it’s a physical response."

Christopher wasn’t lying.

He didn’t know what kind of magic the woman had, but seeing her made him invariably emotional, wanting to hold her, kiss her, and travel the clouds of passion together, savoring the pleasures of the mortal world.

This declaration... Amelia didn’t know how to respond.

Otherwise, he could continue talking brazenly.

Seeing her remain silent, Christopher knew she was shy. Though regretful, he didn’t push it.

After all, this wasn’t the right time for her to get pregnant. If it happened carelessly, terminating it would be a huge strain on her body.

"How do you plan to spend New Year’s Eve? Staying in River City, or have plans to go out?" Christopher adjusted his mood and took the initiative to change the subject.

Amelia looked at him, her big eyes round and captivating when she lifted her gaze, "I haven’t decided, Snow wants me to go out with her for two days. But I’m worried there will be people everywhere, and it would be too troublesome with three kids. You can’t get away here, and even if you did, traveling wouldn’t be convenient—so I still haven’t made up my mind."

Christopher knew she wasn’t complaining, but hearing her say that still made him feel guilty.

"I really can’t take time off for New Year’s, can’t accompany you. If you want to go out with Snow, you can have Aunt Harper and Fuller come with you, it won’t be too tiring for you."

"But I asked Aunt Harper, and she said in previous years, they took time off for New Year’s Eve till the third day of the new year."

"That’s true, but this year is different, we can postpone their time off. Pay them triple as compensation."

"That’s not good... it’s the New Year after all."

"No worries, I’ll discuss it with them tomorrow. If they’re willing, great; if not, no pressure, alright?" Christopher’s personality has changed a lot over these months, no longer as cold and harsh as before.

"Alright then. But let me talk to them, your presence might deter them from rejecting."

"Okay, whatever you say..."

The two talked in softer voices, and Amelia, growing tired, yawned in his arms, "You don’t have to worry about us, I’ll take care of myself and the kids, you just need to take care of yourself..."

She was soft and gentle, very much like an adorable kitten inviting affection.

Christopher looked down at her, his heart unbelievably tender. The hand on her waist inadvertently lifted, tucking the hair behind her ear and revealing her fair and delicate face.

"Mm, and you don’t worry about me either, with you all around, I take better care of myself than ever."

With these words, he leaned in like a moth to a flame, his lips brushing past her upturned nose and turning slightly to kiss her soft, sweet lips.

"Amelia... I love you..." His whisper seemed to enchant, sinking into his lungs, and the passionate love slipped out instinctively.

"Hmm?" Amelia’s heartstrings tightened, doubting what she heard, her eyes opening a bit wider.

Christopher looked into her lively, enchanting eyes, his face flushed, suddenly losing the courage to confess again, simply rising slightly to hold her and kiss her deeper.

Amelia, already sleepy, found herself lacking oxygen from his kiss, making her even drowsier.

After a lengthy kiss, seeing he might lose control again, but the woman in his arms was so languid and tired she didn’t even want to open her eyes.

Christopher, struggling with helplessness, could only force himself to clear his thoughts again, patting her back gently like he did when Hope was little, his voice low and filled with tender affection: "Sleep, I won’t tease you anymore..."

"Mm, goodnight..." The woman responded with a voice like a whisper, and in no time, fell into a sweet dream.

Mr. Hart lay there, sighing softly in his heart, feeling both love and frustration toward the little thing in his arms.

She slept soundly, while he pitifully couldn’t even get up to take a cold shower, having to endure until the room’s cold air calmed his inner passion. Only then did he embrace the woman tightly and fall asleep deeply.