Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 433: The Reputation of Pampering and Fearing One’s Wife

Chapter 433: Chapter 433: The Reputation of Pampering and Fearing One’s Wife

The dinner was sumptuous.

Amelia Garcia hadn’t cooked a meal herself in a long time, and the children were eagerly anticipating it.

The dishes weren’t even all served yet, and Ethan couldn’t wait to start eating, only to be stopped by his brother: "Mom hasn’t even sat down yet, why can’t you wait?"

"I am waiting! Can’t I just look?"

His brother was too lazy to expose him but turned to ask his sister, "Sister, what do you want to eat? I’ll help you get it."

Ethan pouted, "Double standards dog..."

Little Dunham, who was also excited to start eating, immediately looked up and barked when he heard the word "dog," as if to say: Are you calling me?

Ethan glanced back at him and dejectedly said, "It’s none of your business, it’s a different dog."

Amelia Garcia came out with the last dish of soup, and Noah turned back to tattle, "Mom, brother called me a dog."

"No, I didn’t! I was talking about Little Dunham! Little Dunham is a dog! A real dog!"

Amelia was used to their playful bickering, and didn’t want to bother, just called out, "Alright, let’s eat!"

Christopher Hart just returned after finishing a phone call.

The woman looked at him and tentatively asked, "Shall we... open a bottle of wine to celebrate?"

She was hesitant because she thought of her embarrassing drunken behavior the previous night.

Sure enough, when Christopher heard this, he gave a teasing, slightly incredulous look: "You want to drink more? Are you addicted to last night’s ’assault’?"

"What nonsense are you talking about! I just thought after worrying for so many days, I can finally relax. Such a great occasion should be..." She trailed off, losing her confidence under his gaze, and finally waved her hand and sat down, "Forget it, just pretend I didn’t say anything."

Christopher encouraged, "If you want to drink, then drink. At worst, I’ll sacrifice myself again. Besides... my reputation for being a soft-hearted, wife-loving man has already spread, I don’t mind being at a disadvantage again."

Amelia turned to look at him, puzzled, "What reputation? Afraid of your wife?"

Mr. Hart’s eyes were playful as he retorted, "Yesterday at that private restaurant, you forgot? You took control as soon as you entered, I didn’t even have a chance to speak, so decisive and bold, Benny Palmer was stunned by you!"

"..." That scene...

"Don’t think I don’t know you did it on purpose yesterday, having a meal with that pretty boy and hiding it from me, afraid I’d confront you, so you deliberately got drunk to avoid it."

Amelia: "..."

Alright, she really couldn’t hide anything from him.

But it didn’t matter, avoiding last night’s argument was worth it to see the light today— that drunken night was worthwhile.

"Alright, alright, no talking at the dinner table, let’s eat!" Guilty, Amelia avoided the topic, scooped a bowl of soup and placed it in front of him with a glare.

Christopher chuckled, with no intention of settling scores later, but chose to give a reminder: "Since the courtyard has been sold, we can only buy it back when we have money in the future. But there’s no need for you to meet with that pretty boy, right?"

Amelia knew he was prone to jealousy, put down her bowl, and seriously said to him, "I don’t just randomly have meals with people. Do you know why they wanted to buy the courtyard?"

"Why?"

"The founder of Mandrake, he’s from the Ancient Town and knew my mom when she was alive."

Mentioning her mother, a certain calmness settled on Amelia’s face, her eyes showing a hint of confusion, "He said... buying the courtyard was a form of remembrance, to make up for regrets... I wonder if he had some past with my mom?"

Listening, Christopher slowly lifted his head, his gaze turning serious, "You mean, Chairman Smith and your mom... were in love?"

Amelia shook her head, "I don’t know, I’m just speculating. Doctor Smith said his father is returning to the country soon, maybe he’ll arrange to meet with me."

"When will he arrange this?"

Seeing his guarded expression, Amelia replied irritably, "How should I know! He’s such a busy and important person, who knows when he’ll have time!"

"By then—"

Knowing what he wanted to say, Amelia interrupted quickly before he could, "Christopher Hart, am I not allowed to have normal social interactions anymore? Have I ever questioned who you have meals with for your work?"

Struck silent by her question, Christopher stammered after a pause, "Of course, I trust you."

"Then it’s settled, just relax, I won’t betray you."

"..."

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By ten at night, the kids were finally asleep, and the world was quiet.

After bathing, Amelia took the rare opportunity to put on a face mask.

Sitting in front of the computer, Christopher was busy, but when he saw her come out of the bathroom with a dark face, he couldn’t help but look up, his eyes strange.

Seeing his reaction, Amelia asked, "What? Am I scary?"

"No..." Mr. Hart laughed, his gaze returning to the screen, "I just admire you women, putting all sorts of black things on your face..."

Amelia, holding her phone, relaxed against the headboard, her voice muffled through the mask, "It’s to fight the erosion of time."

"Don’t worry, time only gives you the most beautiful gifts. Last night, all those men at the table were mesmerized by you, their eyes fixed!"

"Really, I haven’t even used my best move yet."

Hearing her say this, Christopher lost his interest in work, wheeling himself to the bedside.

Amelia was puzzled, "What are you doing?"

"Promise me, no using your charms outside, especially during social gatherings."

"..."

"Those foolish men, they’re not worthy!"

Amelia wanted to laugh, but considering the mask, she held it in, "Aren’t you a foolish man too..."

"That’s different, I’m your man."

"Alright, get back to work!" She waved him off.

But Christopher was reluctant to leave, sitting by the bed and holding her hand, letting out a soft sigh.

Amelia was taken aback, "What’s wrong with you?"

"Nothing, it’s just that I’m happy, feeling blessed, just want to keep looking at you..." Mr. Hart caressed her hand, preventing her from using her phone, declaring his deep feelings.

Amelia was amused and helpless, "I’m wearing a mask, you can’t even see my face."

Ignoring her joke, Christopher continued, "Amelia, I’m so fortunate, I thought I’d lost you forever, but the heavens were kind, letting me regain you. You don’t know, after you accompanied me last night, how many people were envious and jealous of me... Thank you, for everything you’ve done for me. I swear, I will never do anything to hurt you again, never let you leave me again."

Unable to handle his sentimental side, Amelia teased him intentionally, "Actually, you don’t need to be like this, I helped you this time to win hearts. See now, you’re grateful to me, feeling you owe me for life, right? That’s it! In the future, I can boss you around as I please."