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Chapter 39 Mr. Hart, what are you up to now?

Chapter 39: Chapter 39 Mr. Hart, what are you up to now?

"What’s that?"

"You’ll know when you come."

The man cryptically teased, making Amelia Garcia’s heart begin to feel anxious.

After pondering for a moment, she compromised a little, "I have something to do in the morning, but in the afternoon, if it’s convenient for you, I’ll come over."

"Alright. Do I need to have the driver come over—"

"No need, I’ll drive myself!" She feared if this man picked her up, he wouldn’t take her back, and she wouldn’t be able to leave in the evening. It was safer for her to drive.

The moment her phone was put down, Shaw opened the door and came in.

She looked up and asked, "Are Noah and Ethan up yet?"

"Not yet, auntie has prepared breakfast. Do you want to go up and eat something?"

"No..." Amelia Garcia walked weakly towards the bathroom, conveniently pulling off the wig piece from her head, dragging her tone and saying, "I’m too tired... I discussed work with Kane until three in the morning, I’ll sleep first then see."

Shaw looked at the wig piece and chuckled at the bathroom door, "Didn’t you use to sneer at this thing? Have you discovered its appeal now?"

Their lady adopting wig pieces; it was something Shaw had forcefully recommended.

Facing the mirror, Amelia Garcia fiddled with her bangs after removing the wig piece and resignedly said, "There’s no way around it, no beauty product can combat the years. This hairline, it’s getting more and more touching."

Shaw comforted her, "Not at all, you have quite a lot of hair. Besides, with that face, you would still be a stunning beauty, even bald!"

"Mmh, keep up the sweet talk, it’s music to my ears."

The young girl by the door laughed heartily, immediately sweetening her words as she showered her mistress with flattery.

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After the phone call, Christopher Hart laid down intending to sleep for a while, but just as he was getting sleepy, his phone rang again.

Picking it up, he immediately frowned and slowly got up.

"Hello, Mother..."

"You still know you have a mother? Count on your fingers, how long has it been since you’ve called us?"

The man explained, "There’s a time difference, I didn’t want to disturb you."

"Hah! I think you’ve been bewitched by a ’Fox Spirit’ and forgotten your parents are still alive!"

"..." His mother always spoke harshly, so he chose to be silent and let her vent.

Seeing her son not saying a word, Emma Carter knew he was impervious to advice and her anger flared even more, she finally gave up and said, "Worried about the time difference, so you don’t contact us? Well now, we’re back in the country, come home tonight for dinner."

Christopher Hart, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly furrowed his brows, "You’re back in the country? When?"

"Hah! You still care? Wendy knows, why are you acting like you’re not your own flesh and blood?"

Emma Carter was very angry and hung up after dropping that bombshell.

Leaning against the headboard, Christopher Hart contemplated the purpose behind his parents’ sudden return to the country, his expression becoming progressively serious and forbidding.

It seemed, most likely, it was the Garcia Family’s doing.

His phone rang again; it was a WhatsApp message from Emma Carter: Don’t forget to bring Lily with you!

Heh, no doubt about it—it was the Garcia Family.

Looks like they’re pushing for marriage.

Thinking of his appointment with Amelia Garcia today, he frowned and asked, "Can it be tomorrow night? I have something going on today."

Soon, Emma Carter called back, scolding him angrily.

His day had started off on the wrong foot, and with any semblance of sleepiness now gone, it was just as the door to his room was knocked on; he looked up to see Hope poking her fluffy little head through, giggling sweetly.

He beckoned her over, and Hope immediately ran to him, climbed onto his bed, and burrowed into his blanket.

"Sweetheart, Grandpa and Grandma are back in the country. We’re going back to the old house for dinner tonight, alright?"

Hope lay down, pulling up the covers and exposing only her big round eyes.

Hearing this, she blinked innocently, "Can I not go? Grandpa and Grandma don’t like me anyway..."

Hearing his daughter’s words, a pang of pain crossed Christopher Hart’s face as he tenderly ruffled his daughter’s messy hair.

Yes.

The Hart Family disliked this "burden."

His mother had even said, having decided to leave an encumbrance, at least leaving a boy would have been better—it was a girl. Her words were filled with disdain.

And Hope was not stupid.

She didn’t understand when she was younger, but these past two years, she had obviously felt that her grandparents didn’t like her, and so she also wasn’t keen on seeing her elders.

"But Daddy has to go back, and you’ll be very lonely at home by yourself."

The little girl thought for a moment with her lips pursed, then suddenly sat up with a start.

"Daddy! Call Mommy and ask her to come keep me company, okay? Say I have no one to take care of me, such a pity!"

At these words, a thought flashed across the man’s eyes, and an idea struck him, "Hmm... That’s actually a pretty good idea. So, here’s what we’ll do... Daddy will give you a mission..."

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As Amelia Garcia drove to the Imperial Garden Villa, she arrived just as Christopher Hart was preparing to leave.

Watching the woman get out of the car, the handsomely dressed man tugged at his mouth, his long legs lazily descending the steps.

"Miss Norton sure has a good memory, remembering the way after just one visit."

Amelia Garcia knew he was hinting at her identity again and retorted, "There’s something in this world called navigation."

"Tsk..." The man sneered coldly and walked toward his car.

She turned in surprise, "You’re going out?"

In that case, could she go back?

"I have some things to attend to, I’ll be away for a few hours. It happens to be that Hope has no one to look after her, and you’ve come just at the right time; watch over her for me."

Amelia Garcia was both surprised and at a loss for words.

Surprised that he would trust her with his daughter.

Speechless that he was giving her orders, as if he was addicted to it.

"What, you don’t want to?" The man, who was about to get into his car, looked at her with a complicated expression, unable to hide his disappointment. He turned back to her and approached, "Or is it that... you regret not having me at home?"

Amelia Garcia forced a smile and directly asked, "Mr. Hart, what are you trying to pull with this ’empty city strategy’?"

This ploy genuinely exceeded her expectations and reeked of conspiracy.

Christopher Hart raised his eyebrows as if surprised yet seemingly impressed that she was smart enough to catch his interest.

"You’re overthinking it. I’m going back to the old house, Hope doesn’t like going there, and it’s just right for you to accompany her."

After a smile, he raised his hand, and his clean, slender fingers naturally caressed her chin, feeling her smooth skin—a gesture of affection typical between lovers.

"What are you doing!" Amelia Garcia shuddered instantly, reflexively leaning back, shooting him a fierce glare.

The man caressed his fingertips, seemingly still savoring the touch of her skin, and spoke up with instructions, "You have enough time before I get back to think about how you’ll explain things to me."

Explain?

Amelia Garcia didn’t understand, explain what?

But Christopher Hart left her with that thought, driving off elegantly.

Lucas King had called during the day, saying the DNA test results would be available tonight.

He had been considerate, giving her time to prepare, to make her "downfall" more dignified.

And this trip back to the old house, to see his parents—just right, to clearly express his intention to cancel the engagement.

Christopher Hart planned everything in his mind, feeling that his wayward life was about to return to the right track, and he was filled with anticipation.