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Chapter 463 Mutual Rejection

Chapter 463: Chapter 463 Mutual Rejection

Mr. Hart pouted, "You should have faith in me."

"Come on, I’m the one who has lost faith in humanity."

After chatting about other matters, Amelia Garcia turned around and brought lunch over, while arranging for him to eat, she asked, "You’ll be discharged the day after tomorrow, right? After a few days of recuperating at home, shall we invite Mr. Smith for dinner, what do you think?"

Christopher Hart heard this and wasn’t surprised at all, his lips tugged into a slight smile.

Amelia Garcia glanced at him, "What kind of reaction is that?"

He sighed, "I knew you’d want to shower them with gratitude, but I didn’t expect you’d drag me along."

Amelia Garcia replied solemnly, "They helped your Seal-Cloud Corporation, you are the acting CEO of Seal-Cloud, shouldn’t you?"

"Amelia, in business, business is business. They are willing to invest because the project itself is worth investing in, they believe after careful consideration that the investment will pay off, so they participated—it’s not merely because of human relations."

Amelia Garcia knew that this was the truth.

But when he brought it up so bluntly, it still made her uncomfortable.

The two of them had just been affectionate, holding hands, with lingering eye contact, but now, the atmosphere plummeted, both faces fell.

"Christopher Hart, you just said you trust me."

"Of course, I trust you."

"You only say you trust me, but in your heart, you’re still on guard, so much so that you don’t want me to meet them."

"Amelia, no man wants his beloved woman to have too much contact with other men. Besides, even if I don’t care, I know there’s nothing between you, but what about outsiders? Would they see it that way?"

Amelia Garcia initially planned to tell him about Thomas Smith wanting to make her his goddaughter, but hearing his words, she realized... it wouldn’t work.

Christopher Hart definitely wouldn’t agree.

Moreover, he would immediately misconstrue the godfather and goddaughter relationship.

She wanted to explain, but felt powerless.

After several attempts to speak, she finally said, "Let’s eat, we’ll talk about this later."

Amelia Garcia’s idea was to co-host with Christopher Hart, invite the Smith Family father and son for a meal, first to thank them for their help, and second, she wanted Thomas Smith to meet Christopher Hart—to let him know how stable and reliable this man is, utterly devoted to her, and understand that she didn’t choose the wrong person, all her efforts and sacrifices are worth it.

In her heart, she already considered Thomas Smith as an elder.

This feeling is like taking your boyfriend to meet your parents, wanting your boyfriend to perform well and win the elder’s favor.

But Christopher Hart clearly didn’t see it that way.

His face was written with "men and women are different," leaving her with no desire to explain or persuade.

Thinking about these things, she grew more and more annoyed, and after setting the dishes, she lost her appetite.

"You eat first, I’m not hungry." She said softly, turning to sit on the couch.

Christopher Hart glanced at her, and how could he eat in peace.

"If you think it’s necessary, then you arrange it. Notify me once the time and place are set." One of them had to compromise, Christopher Hart didn’t want to make a promise and then go back on his word, so he quickly stepped back.

But Amelia Garcia shook her head, "There’s no need."

He would go reluctantly, wouldn’t show a good face to them, and it would be awkward for herself being stuck in the middle.

"Amelia..."

"Just eat, I’m fine." Not wanting to hear more, Amelia Garcia interrupted, and put on a facade of generosity, smiling to show she indeed had no issue.

Christopher Hart had no choice but to start eating alone.

But how could this meal taste good?

The room quieted until Christopher Hart suddenly remembered his father’s call earlier, looked up at her, "Right, my dad called earlier and asked if you could come to the old family home during my discharge."

This topic caught Amelia Garcia’s attention, she focused on him, "Why would you take me to your home?"

Christopher Hart smiled again, his mood improving somewhat, "What do you think? He stayed in S City for a few days and definitely knows who played the biggest role in resolving the project crisis this time."

Her expression froze, realizing.

It turned out because she yet again ’made contributions,’ her former father-in-law’s attitude changed, he’s willing to accept her?

"Oh," for some reason, she felt no pleasure, softly replied, "let’s talk about it later."

Christopher Hart’s smile faded slightly, "What’s wrong, you don’t want to go?"

She spoke frankly, "That place indeed doesn’t give me good impressions."

"Okay, then forget it."

Christopher Hart initially brought this up hoping to say their relationship could undergo a change, his parents might fully accept her.

But seeing her disinterest, he realized perhaps she didn’t care about that at all.

Moreover, he just refused to invite Thomas Smith for a gratitude meal, so she naturally wouldn’t agree to visit the Hart Family for a reunion.

It’s tit for tat.

The room returned to silence, Amelia Garcia was thinking of finding an excuse to leave, when her phone rang.

After glancing at the screen, it was Shaw calling.

Her face brightened with a smile, she stood up and walked to the window, answering the call, "Hey, Shaw... Yeah, I’m free, I don’t have work now, always free. Today? Sure, I’ll come over now."

Finished with the call, she took her bag, glanced towards the bedside, "Shaw asked me to meet up, I’m leaving now."

Christopher Hart didn’t have time to respond before she was already at the door, pulling it open, walking out.

Now the room was just him, silent, he paused, let out a heavy sigh, tossed his chopsticks aside, and leaned against the headboard, deeply depressed.

Joy and sorrow coexist.

That saying is true, the Smith Family father and son really did help them, but the ’side effects’ brought along can’t be ignored.

Truly not sure what it will take for them to be completely free of extraneous interactions with other men.

Amelia Garcia left the hospital, just got into her car, and her phone dinged.

A WhatsApp message.

She waited until a traffic light to check her phone.

[Kid, my morning flight back to Imperial Capital, do you have time for dinner tonight? Have something to ask of you.]

Sent by Thomas Smith, Amelia Garcia stared at the message, lost in thought.

It wasn’t until the car behind honked that she snapped out of it, hurriedly starting her car.

After arriving at the meeting place with Shaw, she parked her car, picked up her phone again and pondered for a while before replying: Okay.

[See you at the private kitchen tonight.]

Putting down her phone, Amelia Garcia felt anxious.

Should she tell Christopher Hart about this?

Would he be angry if he found out?

But if not mentioned, if he found out later it would be even harder to explain.

After thinking and thinking, she still sent a WhatsApp message, directly screenshotting the chat with Thomas Smith and sending it to him.

Without saying another word.

Just a screenshot.

Back in the ward, Christopher Hart just instructed the caregiver to tidy the table, ready to rest.

Seeing Amelia’s message, his nerves tightened, quickly opening it.

But upon seeing the screenshot, his face turned much darker.

Yet after much deliberation, he still replied with [Got it].

Amelia Garcia read those three words, her face expressionless, her chest stifled and tight.