Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 422: Coincidences Make the Story

Chapter 422: Chapter 422: Coincidences Make the Story

At that moment, passion like dry wood and raging fire was quickly ignited, but thinking of her physical discomfort, Christopher still restrained himself with difficulty.

After the kiss, he withdrew his hand that had already slipped into Amelia’s waist, his ardent and lingering gaze moved away from her face and looked at the computer: "Alright, you go to sleep, I’ll finish dealing with this."

Amelia was feeling... uncomfortable all over, not physiologically due to smoke inhalation, but—

She glanced at the man with grievance, her eyebrows slightly knitted, and muttered softly: "Am I not charming enough? And you’re still thinking about work at this moment..."

Christopher swallowed, his Adam’s apple moving, looking extremely attractive.

Upon hearing this, his gaze that had just moved away suddenly returned to the woman’s face, "What did you say?"

He doubted his ears.

Was Amelia... actively seeking intimacy?

Seeing his surprised face, Amelia blushed immediately, feeling utterly... shameless!

So she hurriedly wanted to escape: "Um... I didn’t say anything, I’m going to sleep now, hurry and deal with your work!"

"Too late!" Christopher held her and used her strength to stand up, pressing his hands on the edge of the table, trapping her tightly between himself and the desk. "Did I mishear? Is someone accusing me of not fulfilling my responsibilities and obligations?"

As he spoke, he leaned down, his thin lips intentionally or unintentionally blowing hot air onto her face.

"No! That’s not what I meant..."

"But that’s what I heard."

He whispered while brushing her face with the tip of his nose, Amelia’s heart trembled, her body feeling like it was on fire, her mind racing on how to change the subject.

"Hey? Your leg’s okay? You’re standing quite steady!"

Talking about his leg indeed diverted Christopher’s attention.

"Oh right..." He lowered his head and looked at his leg, furrowing his brows. "Forgot to tell you, I had another examination a few days ago. The doctor said the fracture in my right leg hasn’t healed well, the scar tissue is pressing on the motor nerves and it’s expanding continuously, might need a nerve exploration surgery."

Amelia was taken aback, concerned she asked: "What do you mean? What is nerve exploration surgery?"

"Simply put, it’s to repair the damaged nerves that are being compressed."

"Is it dangerous? If you have this surgery, will your leg fully recover?"

"Not sure, but if not done, the condition will only worsen, later this leg might not even be able to stand."

Seeing her frowned eyebrows, too worried to be intimate, Christopher comforted: "Don’t worry, the hospital mentioned that there’s a specialist in orthopedic neurosurgery coming to River City right after the New Year, said to be really skilled, they’ll invite him for a consultation to lead the surgery then."

Amelia was delighted: "Really? That’s good then."

Their eyes met, and Amelia sighed softly, thinking about the distressing months passed, she sighed powerlessly: "This is probably the toughest time of our lives, everything bad seems to happen all at once."

Christopher affectionately pinched her cheek, gently saying: "Not at all... with you by my side, these difficulties mean nothing. And for you, it shouldn’t be either..."

Amelia looked up at him, not understanding.

He lowered his eyelids, guiltily confessed: "Remember you risked your life back then to give birth to triples, though our daughter was sent to me, you had the two premature sons with you, that time must have been even tougher."

Ordinary families, taking care of just one newborn together, would be frantic for months.

Not to mention, she cared for two premature babies alone.

He was glad that years ago, he wasn’t too useless, at least gave her substantial compensation during the divorce—otherwise, whether the sons would have grown up smoothly is unknown.

Talking about this, Amelia’s eyes showed a hint of grievance, but soon, she lightly said: "Let’s not mention the past, fortunately, the children have grown safely."

"Yeah, I just feel for you, no intention to blame or counting old scores." Worried she’d misunderstand, the man quickly explained.

She smiled slightly, "I know."

This should have been a moment for intimacy, but now interrupted by other topics, the romantic ambiance dissipated.

Christopher again habitually pinched her face, coaxing: "It’s not that you’re not alluring, just that today you’re unwell, we’ll have plenty of time in the future, no rush now..."

Amelia had almost forgotten about this. With him bringing it up, and so seriously rejecting her, made her blush again, heartbeat accelerating, and she slapped him in a huff, angrily saying: "Who’s in a rush! Just thinking about standing you up this afternoon, wanted to make it up to you..."

Hence she exceptionally took initiative once.

Who would’ve thought so embarrassing, rejected twice!

Before the words finished, she’d already pushed the man away and shyly fled.

Christopher was pushed to a stumble by her, his body losing balance, hands reaching to grab the table edge, but still couldn’t hold, falling back into the wheelchair, almost tipping over, both man and chair.

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The next day.

Amelia hurriedly went to the company early to hand over the remaining work, while Christopher also left early, heading to the company for a meeting with executives to discuss the final preparations before resuming stock trading.

On the way, Benny called.

"The person you asked me to investigate, who is it? Quite mysterious."

Christopher frowned, "What do you mean? Can’t find anything?"

"Just know he’s a doctor, know where he graduated, can’t find anything about family background, marital status."

Really? Christopher was lost in thought.

Seeing him silent, Benny asked again: "You haven’t answered my question, who is this person? Why are you investigating him?"

Christopher told him about Amelia selling the Ancient Town Courtyard yesterday.

Benny was shocked: "No way! Amelia is... sacrificing everything for you! But you said that guy is Mandrake Chairman’s son? How’s he practicing medicine!"

"I’m curious too, so suspecting his identity. But you can’t find anything, I’m less suspicious. Mandrake’s founder is also extremely low-profile, rarely anyone knows about his private life, his son probably inherits his father’s style."

"Yeah, makes sense, probably family tradition."

After hanging up, Christopher thought for a moment, and then found the screenshot with Doctor Smith’s contact information that Lucas King sent him via WhatsApp yesterday.

Not hesitating any longer, he dialed the number, the phone to his ear.

It rang for quite a while, on the verge of hanging up, the other side answered politely, "Hello, good day."

Christopher’s expression slightly changed, got serious, "Hello, is this Doctor Smith?"

"Yes, who’s calling?"

Christopher said: "I’m the partner of Amelia Garcia, she sold you the Ancient Town Courtyard yesterday, I’d like to talk with you about hoping you’d give up that property, regarding the breach part, I’m willing to compensate."

Charles Smith had just finished checking a property and returned to the office, his assistant holding a folder came over, seeing him on the phone, whispered: "Brother Smith, here’s a consultation invitation from Harmonious Aid, patient’s detailed info is in here."

Charles Smith nodded, gestured to put it down, then hearing the phone, casually opened the folder.

Upon hearing the other side mentioning his partner, the patient info that appeared in his sight also made him slightly stunned, then pulled a slight smile.

——What a coincidence!