Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 388: New Year’s Kiss

Chapter 388: Chapter 388: New Year’s Kiss

Pick him up?!

Amelia Garcia was startled, immediately understood, and almost jumped up from the sofa before rushing out.

Sure enough, as she opened the door, she saw a car driving into the courtyard.

Not caring about her thin clothing, she ran out happily, "It’s already midnight, why did you still come here!"

Christopher Hart, inconvenienced in movement, waited for the driver to get out of the car to help him, sitting in the car with a sweet smile overflowing at the corners of his mouth, "I came to keep you company for the New Year countdown!"

She was overjoyed, shyly glared at the man, and helped him out of the car together with the driver.

"You can head back now; I’ll call you tomorrow to pick me up." Christopher said to the driver after settling into his wheelchair.

The driver responded, handed over a black bag, and drove away.

Looking at the very down-to-earth black plastic bag, Amelia curiously asked, "What’s this?"

The man handed it to her, "Open it and see."

Amelia was about to push him inside, but paused at his words, took the bag, opened it curiously, and was astonished, laughing, "Where did you buy these from? You should have brought them earlier!"

The bag was filled with all kinds of fireworks!

"Why? If I had brought them earlier, would you have played with them? I’m here to play with you now though." The playful smile was evident in Christopher’s eyes.

Amelia glanced at him, "I’m not that childish! It’s for the kids, obviously! You wouldn’t believe how I envied others playing when I walked around the neighborhood tonight."

"Hmm... my fault for not thinking of it earlier. I saw someone selling them secretly by the roadside on the way here and told the driver to buy them."

Amelia laughed heartily, "No wonder they’re in a black plastic bag, it’s underground trading after all."

Christopher, dressed impeccably and looking handsome, carrying such a down-to-earth plastic bag, indeed was a somewhat... comical sight.

Christopher, noticing her thin clothing, frowned, "Alright, hurry up and go inside, what if you catch a cold without wearing a jacket?"

Only then did Amelia realize she was shivering, and quickly pushed him indoors.

"The kids are asleep?"

"It’s already this late, of course they are."

Yes, it was good they were asleep...

Only with them asleep could they truly enjoy their time together.

The living room was peaceful, with only the lively broadcast of the Spring Festival Gala on the LCD screen.

"Are you watching the Gala?"

"Hmm... They made such a fuss all day; my head is buzzing, so finally having some time to myself, checking my phone and watching TV, I don’t want to sleep."

Christopher looked back at her, his gaze melting like stringy chocolate, "Not waiting for me?"

"Hmph!" she scoffed lightly. Though she truly had some expectations in her heart, she wouldn’t admit it aloud, "Do you think of yourself as a temple’s clay image of Buddha, always adding glitter to yourself."

"Ha!" Christopher mimicked her sneer, mercilessly exposing, "I think you’re just saying one thing and meaning another."

"..." Amelia didn’t bother with him, plopped down on the sofa, and continued watching TV.

Christopher tilted his head, watching her, "Wow, are you upset now?"

"I’m watching TV, don’t bother me."

"Is the TV better looking than me?"

"This host has a national face, is he not better looking than you?"

Christopher glanced at the screen with a meaningful smile, then moved his wheelchair closer, sitting facing her.

The woman watched the Gala performances, while the man watched the woman’s face, his gaze lingering as if wanting to place her into his heart.

When another program ended, the hosts reappeared, preparing to welcome the New Year together.

Amelia glanced at the wall clock and silently mouthed along with the hosts—

Ten, nine, eight, seven...

With only five seconds left, Christopher suddenly reached out to her, so fast she hadn’t the time to resist.

"Ah—" she could only let out a low cry before being pulled into his arms.

Just as the TV counted to "one," the man’s ardent breath fell, solidly claiming her lips.

"Amelia, happy New Year." He closed his eyes in delight, kissing her passionately while sending New Year wishes against her lips.

Amelia’s posture was awkward initially, but only for a moment before she wholeheartedly reciprocated, willingly settling into his embrace.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her delicate and beautiful face slightly lowered, her slender lashes trembling with excitement, entwined with him.

The dance and music on TV became even livelier; as the two kissed breathlessly, they slowly parted after a while...

Amelia’s face was like a peach blossom, her eyes almost dripping water, looking at him for a while, unable to help but nibble on her lip and finally said, "Happy New Year..."

The next second, he kissed her again.

There was no resisting; her nibbling lip and bashful demeanor were so enticing it was too much for anyone to bear.

However, their lingering affection was ultimately interrupted by the unseemly grumble of Christopher’s stomach.

Amelia was startled, pulling away and frowning in confusion, "What was that sound?"

Christopher appeared embarrassed.

The rumbling came again.

Amelia looked down at his abdomen, "Is your stomach growling?"

"Hmm... probably so—" he wished the ground would swallow him up out of embarrassment.

The woman couldn’t help but laugh, "That’s too much, what did you eat tonight to be hungry so quickly!"

"I didn’t eat," he replied, maintaining a stiff face.

Though the table had an array of dishes, he had no appetite.

Firstly, he didn’t like the people dining with him.

Secondly, he disliked the topics discussed at the table.

Thirdly, he kept thinking about a certain person’s handmade dumplings...

Amelia wasn’t sure if he truly hadn’t eaten, but given the atmosphere of the Hart Family’s annual dinner, it was normal he didn’t eat well.

"Alright then, you’re in luck, there’s still some dumplings in the freezer; I’ll go cook you a bowl." She patted his shoulder, stood up from his embrace, and headed to the kitchen.

Christopher’s face immediately broke into a smile, "How did you know I wanted dumplings? Did you save them especially for me?"

"Hmph, again with the self-praise!"

The dumplings were made in abundance earlier, intending to save some for breakfast the next day.

Nonetheless, with some hidden hope, she naturally considered that if he came by tonight, he could taste her handmade dumplings.

With dumplings cooked, she served a full bowl.

Amelia handed him the chopsticks, "Eat up, careful it’s hot."

"What about you? Not eating now?" he accepted the chopsticks and looked at her invitingly.

"No..." Amelia quickly shook her head, swallowed once, and said, "We all stuffed ourselves during dinner; I’m still quite full."

The man smiled, didn’t push her, and bowed his head to eat attentively.

Watching him devour the food recklessly, Amelia couldn’t help laughing, "Take it easy, no one is going to steal it from you."

Christopher, though thoroughly enjoying, critiqued with his words, "This one is split open, another with broken skin, and there’s one without any filling... what did you guys even make?"