Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 458 I Prefer You Feed Me Personally

Chapter 458: Chapter 458 I Prefer You Feed Me Personally

Amelia returned to the hospital room with lunch.

Christopher was awake, half-sitting up in bed, a laptop placed on the small table in front of him, surrounded by scattered documents on the bed.

Lucas King happened to be there too.

Seeing her push the door open and come in, Lucas King turned around, "Hello, Ma’am."

"Mm." Amelia nodded, walked to the table, put down the lunch she was holding, and turned to look toward the bed, "Why did you bring so much work here? Is it urgent?"

Lucas King replied, "It’s the information that Mandrake requested us to prepare, President Hart needs to go through it. I have to go on a business trip to S City this afternoon."

Amelia raised her eyebrows slightly, "So, the collaboration is going well?"

Lucas King looked a bit more relaxed, "It went quite well, but the contract hasn’t been signed yet. I’ll be going to S City with Secretary Williams this afternoon for an on-site project inspection and, if everything’s fine, we should be able to sign it."

"Okay, make sure to entertain them well at that time."

"Of course!" Lucas King said excitedly, "This is collaboration with Mandrake, and once the news spreads, who knows how many people will be envious!"

At this, Lucas King admired the woman in front of him even more, "Ma’am, how do you even know someone at Mandrake? Your connections are incredible!"

Amelia chuckled, unsure how to respond, and sighed, "It’s probably just... a lucky coincidence!"

Having reviewed all the documents, Christopher organized them and put them into a folder, then glanced up to see the woman still basking in her own glory, causing a slight but indescribable awkwardness to sweep over his handsome face.

"Everything’s in order. I’ve signed the parts I need to; as long as it’s negotiated smoothly, they can sign over there." He handed over the documents, giving simple instructions.

"Yes, I’m off to the airport now." Lucas King took the documents and turned around swiftly to leave.

Amelia stood by the foot of the bed, silently watching him.

The man turned back, glanced at her, his handsome face still awkward, "Why are you looking at me? Is there a flower on my face?"

She walked over, her bright and pretty features carrying a slight smile, sat lightly by the bed, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Your face is much better looking than a flower."

Oh?

Mr. Hart was taken aback, not expecting her to say that.

However, seeing her smiling eyes and brows, Mr. Hart quickly recalled something and snorted coldly, "Better looking than that pretty boy?"

Tsk, tsk, he still remembered what his daughter said.

"Well... do you want the truth or a lie?" The woman held back her laughter, her bright eyes twirling, deliberately teasing him.

Seeing her playful look, Christopher only felt his heart race, unable to resist pulling her close to him with a firm hand.

Gazing intently at her face, his voice seemed calm, yet his molars trembled, "It’s up to you."

Ha, the threat was so obvious, yet he said it’s up to her?

Did she have a choice?

Amelia couldn’t help but laugh, gazing at his stern face, her lips trying hard to hold back, "Actually, you two... have different kinds of attractiveness, his kind... is refined and elegant, with a hint of youthful charm, the type young girls like nowadays."

As she elaborated, she felt the large hand on her waist tightening, a dangerous aura slowly approaching.

Before she could finish, pain radiated from her waist. She wriggled, frowning as she pushed the offending hand, "What are you doing? I haven’t finished. Your kind of attractiveness is mature and stern, with a kind of superior arrogance, better suited for strong, intellectual women."

The large hand on her waist slackened somewhat, she smiled, lowered her gaze to the man, and nodded slightly, "For example—me."

I have to say, Amelia precisely hit Mr. Hart’s weak spot.

This small love talk was textbook-worthy.

Christopher was indeed appeased, and after she finished speaking, the dim light in his eyes deepened. The hand originally on her waist moved up to her back, pressing down slightly, forcing the woman to fall into his arms.

At the same time, he slightly turned his handsome face, lowering his chin forward, bypassing their parallel high noses, and accurately kissing her soft, pink lips.

Amelia didn’t resist, only thinking this guy was low-key playful.

Yesterday he was so angry, ignoring people, coldly sarcastic, and today he’s thick-skinned asking for a kiss—this bad temper, calling him a three-year-old child, he wouldn’t believe it!

Kissing her, Christopher only felt the sweet, soft sensation seem to take root in his heart, not satisfied with just one kiss, getting more engrossed and losing control as the kisses deepened.

"Enough..." Initially, the woman cooperated, but after a few seconds, seeing he wasn’t stopping, only kissing deeper, she couldn’t help raising her hand to slap and turn her head to avoid.

Christopher’s gaze was deep, staring at her as if he wanted to melt her.

Pushed away, he remained calm, but within that calmness lurked dissatisfaction, he just stared at her.

Amelia straightened her back, her gaze nearly parallel to his, seeing him staring at her like that, a bit puzzled, "What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Only then did the man’s face show a change in expression, tossing a line, "Don’t compliment other men in the future!"

"Petty guy."

"Petty? What if I compliment other women on their beauty right in front of you, wouldn’t you feel bad?"

Amelia blinked slightly, "As long as the woman you’re complimenting is so beautiful that I also find her pleasing to the eye, I can appreciate her with you!"

Purely an appreciation of beauty, regardless of gender.

"..." Mr. Hart was left speechless, letting go listlessly, lying back down.

Amelia noticed the tiredness between his brows and eyes, got up to clear the small table on the bed, and moved the laptop aside.

"It’s lunchtime. Do you want to eat and then rest, or nap first and eat later?"

The man glanced at the packed lunch box on the small table, "What did you bring?"

"Your favorite."

"It’s not from that private kitchen again, is it?"

"Ha, you wish! Where do I have time to go that far to pack lunch for you? I just picked it up from a roadside restaurant."

Seeing his silence, Amelia took the lunch and laid it out on the small table on the bed.

Then handed the chopsticks to him.

"Want me to feed you by hand?" Seeing his face still cold and indifferent, Amelia deliberately mocked him.

Unexpectedly, Christopher looked up at her with a haughty glance, his expression unchanged, but his words made one blush.

He said, "I prefer you to feed me with your mouth."

Amelia gnashed her teeth, glaring at him, then spat out a word after a moment, "Get lost!"

Only then did the man smile, picked up the chopsticks, and started eating.

Amelia dragged over a chair, leaned against the backrest, making it easier to pick up dishes.

The two chatted casually while eating.

Amelia: "This morning Lucas King had a good conversation with Mandrake?"

Christopher: "Mm, Mandrake has been looking to venture into cross-industry collaborations these past years, and it’s a good opportunity to try it."

"That’s great; Seal-Cloud’s projects are all carefully selected by you, with great potential. They would surely appreciate it."