Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 421: You Dare Bite Me?

Chapter 421: Chapter 421: You Dare Bite Me?

Christopher didn’t speak, his expression seemed surprised and doubtful.

Amelia saw his expression and moved slightly away from his embrace. Earnestly, she said, "Really! I’m not lying to you. If it weren’t true, I wouldn’t be able to make up such a lie!"

Christopher said, "I’m not doubting your words. I’m just suspecting that you were deceived — Chairman Smith of Mandrake is extremely low-key. Even though Mandrake is so famous, there are very few reports about him. How do you know that person is really him?"

"This—" Amelia was momentarily stumped by his question, paused, and then explained, "Actually, earlier this year, when I just reclaimed the courtyard, that person came looking for me. But it wasn’t him personally, it was his secretary. They gave us their business card. Little Jacob and I looked it up online, and it’s definitely him without a doubt."

"But..." Christopher felt something was off and was about to speak but was interrupted by her, "Don’t worry, listen to me finish. It’s not like Chairman Smith came today either. He’s on a business trip abroad and couldn’t make it back. It was his son who came to handle it."

Christopher was even more surprised: "His son?"

"Yes. He’s a doctor. And it really was a coincidence! When Ethan was hospitalized during the New Year, wasn’t it pouring rain that morning when you came to the hospital? Do you remember I borrowed an umbrella that day? It was the doctor who lent it to me!"

Reflecting on these events, Amelia’s astonishment resurfaced, "When I saw him this afternoon, I was shocked too! Considering his family background, doesn’t he inherit the family business? Also, isn’t his family in the Imperial Capital? Why would he come to River City to be a doctor?"

Amelia had been pondering these questions on the way back.

But then she thought, everyone has their own pursuits. Maybe he just loves medicine, and his parents are open-minded and don’t interfere with his aspirations— isn’t that quite normal?

Listening to her, Christopher thought for a moment, held her hand, and said, "Later, I’ll have someone look into it."

Amelia frowned and smiled, "There’s... no need, right? He’s the one giving me money, not the other way around. What’s there to be afraid of? He paid the deposit promptly, a full ten million. He said the remaining ninety million would definitely arrive the day after tomorrow."

Christopher didn’t speak, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, his expression pensive.

When they got home, the kids had already eaten. Seeing mom and dad return together, the three little ones happily rushed over.

Christopher was about to sit down for dinner when his phone rang.

It was too noisy in the dining room, so he had to go a little further away to answer the call.

Lucas King reported, "President Hart, the car has been delivered to the Fitch Family. Madam’s bag is still with me. Should I bring it over now?"

"No need. Just bring it to the office tomorrow. But take a photo of the contract and send it to me."

"Alright," Lucas replied hesitantly, "President Hart, are you really letting Madam sell the courtyard?"

Christopher’s expression was deep and unreadable. After a moment of contemplation, he instructed, "Send me the contract first, and I’ll discuss it with you later."

"Understood."

After hanging up, Lucas quickly sent the photographed contract.

He opened the photos and looked at them carefully, initially thinking the ID information would be that of Chairman Smith. But upon close inspection, the date of birth in the ID was clearly that of a young person, and the person was just a year younger than him.

So, the ID information belonged to Chairman Smith’s son, who was also the doctor.

Still harboring doubts, he took a screenshot of the ID information and sent it to Benny Palmer, asking him to check on this person.

On the way back, although he agreed with Amelia to sell the courtyard, upon reflection, he still felt reluctant.

If this Dr. Smith is easy to negotiate with, he thought about discreetly buying the courtyard back, without Amelia knowing.

He genuinely felt her heartfelt intention.

But such a sacrifice was really unnecessary.

"Dad, what are you doing? Mom’s calling you to dinner!" Hope suddenly ran over, shaking his arm urging him.

"Alright." He smiled, put away his thoughts, picked up his daughter onto his lap, and headed back to the dining room together.

That night, after the children went to bed, Amelia went downstairs to their "temporary love nest" with Christopher.

Not surprisingly, he was still busy at the computer.

Seeing her come over, the man turned around naturally, pulling her into his arms.

"Are the kids asleep?"

"Yes."

"How about you? Still dizzy? Any discomfort?"

The woman shook her head, "I feel much better after eating and taking medicine."

"You’ve had such a busy and startling day, you must be exhausted. Go to bed early." He kissed her cheek and gently comforted her.

Amelia indeed felt tired. She hadn’t had a good rest after returning from the business trip and had been quite frightened today. Now, she felt light-headed.

Seeing the dark circles under his eyes, it was clear he had been sleep-deprived too. She softly asked, "And you? Are you staying up late tonight?"

"No need. I’ll just go through this data once more to get a general idea, then that’s it."

Amelia glanced at the documents on his computer, worriedly looked at him, "How confident are you with tomorrow’s resumption of trading?"

Christopher closed his eyes, sighed, and leaned softly on her shoulder, "Confidence... is about fifty percent. The money you’ve gathered has indeed relieved a lot of pressure. Just now, Lucas mentioned a bank might grant us a loan tomorrow."

"Really? That’s great!"

"Yes..." He smiled faintly, holding her quietly, his voice husky, "Maybe your sincerity moved heaven, and someone up there is helping us."

Amelia became proud, "Hmph! Are you trying to sweet-talk me now? What about in the afternoon when you were arguing with me? You looked like you wanted to eat someone!"

Mr. Hart felt a bit guilty, muttering, "Why bring up old scores..."

"Old scores? Something from two hours ago isn’t old, is it? Fresh and hot off the press!"

Mr. Hart sat up, the corner of his mouth lifted faintly, his gaze glanced at her, "If you insist on calculating, then how about the other day when you promised to register our marriage, but left me waiting like a fool at the civil affairs office for nearly two hours— how should we settle that?"

"Er..." Amelia suddenly found herself at a loss for words, her pretty eyes rolled, then she stood up with a yawn, "Ah, I’m so sleepy... going to bed now!"

Unfortunately, she hadn’t gotten far when she was pulled back by the man.

And, while she was yawning with her mouth open, he turned his handsome face towards her and kissed her firmly.

Amelia felt as if something had been stuffed into her mouth, and startled, she flinched her shoulder, instinctively closing her mouth, which made him gasp, turning pale, "You dare bite me?"

The forced kiss was interrupted, knowing she had messed up, Amelia hurriedly apologized, "Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to, I—"

"I don’t want an apology, just let me bite you back!" He didn’t wait for her to finish, held her head firmly in his large hand, and kissed her again.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but they hadn’t had the mind to enjoy each other’s company properly in those days.