Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 418: Argument

Chapter 418: Chapter 418: Argument

Christopher sat in the car, and from afar, he finally saw her standing safely by the roadside, allowing his heart to return to its rightful place.

As they got closer, he noticed her furrowing her brows, slightly hunched over, evidently still uncomfortable, and his heart clenched again.

The Lincoln stopped, the door opened, and Christopher, unable to move easily, did not get out but instead called to them from inside the car, "Get in."

Amelia walked to the car door, her beautiful features slightly scrunched, and her tone reflected discomfort, "But Snow’s car is still in the tunnel..."

As soon as her voice fell, Lucas King had already walked around the car front, "Madam, let me deal with Miss Fitch’s car, you all go back with President Hart first."

There were cars waiting behind them, making it inconvenient to linger, so Amelia agreed, looked at her best friend, and Snow promptly threw the car keys to Lucas.

"Hurry and get in, I’ll sit in the front." Snow didn’t want to be a third wheel, helping Amelia into the backseat and jogging around to jump into the passenger seat.

The car door slammed shut, and following the traffic police’s instructions, the Lincoln turned around with the flow of traffic.

"Didn’t you say it wasn’t serious? Why is your complexion so poor, lacking energy..." As Amelia settled in, Christopher reached out to assess her fever, holding her hand, his brows tightly knitted in worry and distress.

Amelia leaned softly against the seat, her eyes turned to him as she shook her head, "The doctor checked, said a couple of days of rest would be fine."

He frowned even tighter, "No, once we’re back in the city, we’ll visit the hospital again."

"Alright..." Health is the priority; she never forced herself in that regard.

"How do you feel sitting? Would you like to lie down?" As he proceeded to adjust her seat to a more reclining position, she grasped his hand to resist.

"No need... just let me lean, feeling dizzy..." Her voice was soft and tender, like a docile kitten.

"Alright." Christopher nodded quietly, raising his arm to pull her into his embrace.

On the way here, he was anxious, restless, yet now holding her, seeing her seldom submissive demeanor, he felt his entire body relaxing.

And Amelia felt the same.

Although the poisoning was not severe, it was still uncomfortable, and sitting by the roadside watching the evening approach, she thought the night might be spent there.

But upon seeing him arrive, her heart settled.

While she persistently reminded herself to be self-reliant and not lean on a man – during certain moments, having someone to rely on felt irresistibly comforting.

Nestled in his arms at this moment, breathing in his rich, pleasant scent not only eased her discomfort but allowed her entire being to relax completely.

The car fell silent for a while, as Christopher’s worries gradually faded, and then the anger from being stood up started surfacing again.

He looked down at the little head in his arms, deliberated a lot, yet couldn’t help but ask, "Where did you go this afternoon?"

Amelia, eyes closed, was groggy but not asleep.

His words startled her slightly.

But she didn’t respond, feigning sleep.

Christopher kept looking down at her, waited for a while, seeing her steady breathing, brows slightly furrowed, as if sleeping or... unconscious?

His heart ached with panic, shaking his arm quickly, "Amelia... Amelia?"

She murmured, "Dizzy... stop moving around."

Seeing her still conscious, Christopher breathed a sigh of relief, promptly answering, "Alright, I won’t move, you sleep a bit."

Upon finishing, he immediately instructed the driver to speed up and head to the hospital after returning to the city.

Throughout the journey, Christopher held her shoulder with one hand and her hand with the other.

He initially wanted to say many things, ask many questions, but seeing her so dispirited, he dismissed them all.

And Amelia, face buried in his chest, kept her eyes closed but her lips curled faintly.

Worried earlier that he’d confront her upon arrival, questioning her afternoon outing, she resolved to "play weak" and "act sick."

Indeed, the tactic worked well; he asked nothing, just held her hand, transmitting his warmth endlessly and reassuringly through her grasp, keeping her utterly soothed.

As dusk fell, they returned to the city.

Visiting the hospital once more for an examination, the doctor reassured them that it wasn’t serious, just requiring rest and recuperation for a few days.

Snow had already contacted home, and her brother sent a driver to the hospital to pick her up.

"Alright then, being okay is good, I’ll head back, you two should also return home."

Amelia felt incredibly apologetic, "Snow, I’m sorry for involving you today."

Snow glared at her, "What nonsense! Just treat me to a meal once you’re less busy, that’s all."

"Sure, I’ll treat you to a feast!"

After Snow left, Amelia looked at the man seated beside her in a wheelchair, asking, "Are you going back to the company or heading home together?"

Christopher glanced at the time on his wrist; it was already past seven.

"Let’s go home."

As they settled back into the car, Amelia inexplicably began to feel tense.

Earlier, she could feign illness to garner sympathy, but now that the doctor declared nothing seriously wrong — if upon return he questioned her afternoon whereabouts, what would she say?

As she pondered these concerns, Christopher’s low, penetrating voice broke the car’s silence, "Did you go to the Ancient Town?"

Her heart skipped a beat, brows furrowing, as she held her forehead, "I’m dizzy, I just want to keep lying down..."

With a cold face, Christopher directly exposed, "Stop pretending. Lucas saw the contract you left in Snow’s car."

Her weary eyes widened abruptly, turning to him with a flicker of panic.

In the frantic escape earlier, all she grabbed was her phone, truly forgetting her bag...

Now, what should she do?

Seeing her reaction, Christopher’s anger immediately surged, gnashing his teeth in fury.

"In fact, when I came to pick you up, I had a suspicion. I just thought you wouldn’t repeat the deception — but never expected..." He restrains his fiery ire, nods slowly in exasperation.

After holding back for a good while, he gritted his teeth and spoke each word deliberately, "Never expected... you’re quite impressive! Despite vows of no more secrets, you repeatedly play me for a fool. Do you think hiding things from me to serve me is admirable?"

His voice held back any rise, yet the tone obviously sharpened in sarcasm, leaving Amelia frozen, her face flushed with embarrassment, unsure how to respond.

"Let me tell you, it’s not admirable at all! It’s downright foolish! This so-called kindness you concocted is a burden for me! Do you understand?"

"What? Burden?" Amelia doubted her ears, but seeing his severe, piercing gaze, she realized she hadn’t misheard.

Fueled by earnest care, yet he deemed it a burden?

She laughed in frustration.

Not wanting to fight, she forced herself to cool down, reasoning with him, "I was wrong to deceive you, I can apologize, but Christopher... your words are quite hurtful!"

"And your actions aren’t hurtful?!"