Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 82 Do You Want to Sleep with Me?

Chapter 82: Chapter 82 Do You Want to Sleep with Me?

Christopher Hart brought Amelia Garcia back to the hospital, to Hope’s ward.

It was clear, he wanted to keep his ex-wife close by.

Amelia received a text on her phone, assuring her that both brothers were fine.

She felt a bit relieved and decided not to confront Christopher anymore, choosing instead to rest, recuperate, and figure out what to do next.

Hope was the happiest when her mother returned.

At night, the little girl insisted on sleeping with her mother.

Amelia couldn’t bear to refuse, so she squeezed in beside her daughter to sleep.

These days had been too chaotic, and she was indeed exhausted.

Holding her daughter’s soft, milky little body, she felt incredibly peaceful and soon fell asleep.

She didn’t know how long she had slept when she vaguely sensed someone shaking her.

Startled, she opened her eyes and gasped in fright at the massive figure beside her!

Fortunately, the man spoke in time, "It’s me, what are you scared of!"

She was annoyed and hissed in a low voice, "In the middle of the night, you don’t even turn on the light, standing by the bed like a ghost!"

"I didn’t want to wake Hope."

Christopher had been working late at the office and had only come over after midnight. When he pushed the door open and saw the mother and daughter sleeping peacefully together, he felt both jealous and envious.

So he woke her up, wanting her to move and sleep somewhere else.

"..." Amelia glanced at him sharply in the dim light, annoyed, "What do you want? I’m very tired and don’t want to argue with you."

Seeing her and her daughter’s sleeping position, the man unconsciously touched his nose, his tone strangely lacking confidence, "Hope doesn’t sleep still, you won’t sleep well with her."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah..."

"What should we do then? Will you let me go?"

"What do you think?"

"..." Amelia was speechless for two seconds, growing even more annoyed, "I think you have a problem in your head!"

Waking her up in the middle of the night just to say such nonsense, if that’s not crazy, what is?

Seeing her turn over to sleep again, Christopher reached out and shook her once more.

Amelia got angry and repeatedly slapped him, "If you’re sick, go see a doctor! Can you just leave me alone?"

The man wasn’t angry; he nodded towards the cot beside, "There’s a bed over there."

Amelia, of course, knew there was a bed there.

But she hadn’t slept on that bed partly because her daughter wanted her to sleep together.

Also, she was worried about sleeping there alone, fearing he might come in the middle of the night and squeeze in beside her.

Now, his words seemed to imply just that.

"Aren’t you sleeping on that bed?" she glanced at it with irony and suspicion.

President Hart touched his nose again, "I’ll sleep on the couch."

"Is that so?"

He countered, "What do you mean by that? Do you want to sleep with me?"

President Hart skillfully shifted the concept, placing his own dirty thoughts onto Amelia’s head.

But Amelia was not fooled.

She scoffed, "I’d rather sleep with pigs or dogs than with you."

"..."

Seeing him silent, Amelia suddenly took an interest, sat up, and looked at him curiously, "You’re not going crazy for women, are you? Even if Lily Garcia is unwell and can’t satisfy you, as the president, there must be plenty of women who would throw themselves at you, right?"

The small cunning in his heart exposed, the face-saving President Hart suddenly became enraged and spitefully replied, "How narcissistic must you be to think I want to sleep with you? A good horse doesn’t eat the grass behind it; even if you were naked in front of me, I wouldn’t bother to take a second look."

With that, he turned and walked towards the cot, not caring how hurtful his words were to her.

Amelia stood there, her eyes following the man as he walked away, her gaze subtly shifting in pursuit.

However, this pursuit wasn’t due to reluctance or infatuation but an angry glare and rolling of the eyes!

"Since you dislike me so much, why do you keep trapping me by your side? And how would you explain those forced kisses?"

Her temples throbbed with anger, she couldn’t help but want to argue things out with him.

But the cold-hearted man spoke as if he was cutting with a knife, "It’s merely trifling flirtation, what did you think it was?"

"..." Amelia glared furiously in the dim light, her fingers clutching the blanket tightly.

The man had already sat down on the bed and turned his head to look at her, "Don’t you think I have any feelings for you? Don’t forget, we are already divorced."

Amelia couldn’t stand it any longer, she grabbed a pillow from behind her without thinking and smashed it towards him.

What an asshole!

He turned her peaceful days upside down, tarnishing her once bright and shining reputation!

And now he cheaply threw out, "Don’t forget, we are already divorced."

What was the meaning of all he was doing?

Deliberate revenge?

Was it simply to make her life miserable?

She truly wished she had a knife at hand, else she would have thrown a knife instead of a pillow!

Christopher caught the pillow with one hand, putting it down on the blanket, and in the quiet, dimly-lit hospital room, his disdainful scoff could be heard.

"What is the meaning of this, Miss Norton? Are you angry? Remember, you were the one who initiated the divorce, faked your death and disappeared for four years, not even caring about your own daughter. And now you still have the audacity to lash out at me?"

"..." Amelia didn’t want to deal with him; anger consumed her entire being, every cell burning with fury.

If it weren’t for her daughter sleeping, she would have pounced on him to have a fierce fight again!

"Why not speak? Weren’t you very capable? It seems you’re still guilty—"

The man kept on babbling, but before he could finish, he suddenly saw the woman fling off the blanket and walk out.

He changed his expression, "Where are you going? Did I allow you to leave?"

Amelia ignored him and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

On the bed, Hope frowned uneasily, turned over, and continued to sleep.

In the outside corridor, Fuller, who was on duty, saw Amelia coming out and hurriedly stopped her, "Madam, it’s so late..."

"Let me through!" She said coldly, her eyes brimming with tears, her words cold and sharp.

Seeing her about to cry, Fuller’s expression darkened, hesitating slightly, not daring to forcibly stop her.

Amelia pushed him aside and quickly disappeared down the corridor.

In the calm of the early morning streets, hardly a soul was around.

She left the hospital, walking alone by the roadside, her thoughts finally calming down.

The situation had developed to this point, and she didn’t know what to do next.

Her plan was to wait until Hope’s surgery was done and she had recovered, then leave.

But would Christopher Hart let her go?

Seeing his relentless entanglement lately, leaving seemed as difficult as reaching the heavens.

She missed her son.

These past few days had been messy, and she hadn’t had time to properly be with the brothers.

Now Kane had also left, they could only temporarily be cared for by Sister Jones, she wasn’t sure if they would adapt.

It was too late to contact Sister Jones, after having her fill of the night wind, she took a taxi back to her place.

Seeing the abusive words graffiti at her door, her heart had become numb.

Exhausted both mentally and physically, she fell onto the bed and slept, putting all her irritation and worries aside for the moment.

The next morning, she was still deep in sleep when she suddenly heard Noah and Ethan chatting by her ear.

At first, she thought it was a dream, but as she gradually woke up, it felt too real to be a dream.

When she opened her eyes, she actually saw the two brothers lying on the edge of the bed, laughing gleefully.