Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 87: You kiss someone else then kiss me, dirty!

Chapter 87: Chapter 87: You kiss someone else then kiss me, dirty!

In the WhatsApp video, Snow Fitch was fuming with righteous indignation.

"Look! How shameless! His daughter is sick and hospitalized, yet there he is in the hospital, hugging and kissing the Tricky Woman. Disgusting! What a scumbag! Playboy!"

Amelia Garcia had seen the photos online.

Lily was embracing him, and he gently reciprocated. The two of them kissed intimately, a seemingly beautiful scene.

Even worse, Wendy Hart was there live, watching with a face full of blessings and satisfaction.

Thinking about how this guy was entangled with her in ambiguous flirtation, while still intimately connected with Lily Garcia in public, she felt as though she had swallowed a fly.

Fortunately, she never had any expectations for him.

So, viewing these photos only caused her physical discomfort, and she felt neither anger nor sadness.

Therefore, she calmly stated, "They were already engaged to be married, and the wedding was already scheduled. A public kiss is nothing."

"What engaged couple? It’s just a business exchange!" Snow saw through the nature of their relationship.

Amelia remained silent.

Actually, though she didn’t like Lily, since she had donated a kidney to save Wendy Hart, it was only right for Christopher Hart to marry her.

A human life, after all—no amount of money could buy that!

It was merely asking his brother to give up the freedom to choose his spouse, which was a good deal.

Meanwhile, Snow continued her analysis, "Moreover, Christopher Hart wants to call off the engagement, right? He clearly doesn’t love Lily Garcia. I think he cannot let go of you, and you still have Hope... Think about what to do about this."

"Let’s take it one step at a time. I’m busy with work, let’s not talk about this now. We’ll catch up over a meal when I’m free."

Snow knew she was mentally overwhelmed and didn’t want to discuss this, so she didn’t press any further and ended the video call.

Amelia stared at her phone, looking at the scene of their kiss.

Upon a closer look, one could see that Christopher Hart was not enjoying the kiss. His face was filled with surprise and resistance.

Maybe...

It was Lily who had initiated the kiss.

No, no!

Why was she even pondering this?

Did it concern her?

Regaining her senses, Amelia quickly set her phone down and continued revising her blueprints.

The two kids were staying back in the penthouse with Kane, and with Sister Jones looking after their meals and daily needs, she could concentrate on her work.

Thus, she worked until eleven o’clock at night.

Arriving back at the residential complex, it was utterly quiet.

She got out of her car, stretched her neck wearily, locked the car, and headed toward the entrance.

She had hardly taken a few steps when she heard another car door shut behind her. Instinctively, she turned around, her expression one of surprise.

Christopher Hart approached. In the dim night, his tall and imposing figure still possessed a strong, cold demeanor, his expression indifferent, his eyes dark and brooding.

She stood in place, instinctively looking around. Without waiting for the man to reach her, she cautioned in a low voice, "Don’t mess around, I don’t want to be on the trending news again."

Did the man flirt with a smile? "Did I say I was going to create trouble?"

She frowned, staring at him, puzzled.

What did he mean by that?

Kissing Lily Garcia under the broad daylight and then coming to wait here for her at night.

Wanting to be a time management guru?

"Let’s go, upstairs, come to your place for a bit," he walked closer, bypassing her, and whispered.

The air behind him faintly carried the scent of alcohol.

Knowing he had been drinking, Amelia’s guard went up even more, and she stood still.

The man noticed and turned back, "Hm? Why aren’t you moving?"

"Let’s talk here."

Christopher Hart looked at her, his brows that were like inked mountains faintly furrowing.

Actually, there was nothing much to say.

He was just in a bad mood, feeling gloomy, and after drinking with Benny Palmer, he had Fuller drive him here.

Then, after Fuller had left, he sat quietly in the car waiting.

Meanwhile, he replayed long-buried memories in his mind.

The more he thought, the more restless he became, the impulse to turn back time, to return to the past, growing stronger.

How ridiculous!

He was thirty already, still harboring such childish thoughts.

When he finally saw her return, catching her figure in his eyesight, the noisy unrest around his heart seemed to magically settle down.

Then, he got out of the car and walked towards her, everything happening naturally.

It seemed, his heart was being dragged along by this woman.

Amelia Garcia stopped speaking, and his eyes, carrying a hint of haze and distraction, fixated on her exquisite face, and he involuntarily raised his hand.

The woman, startled, turned her head away.

"What are you doing?"

He blinked, coming back to his senses, his hand slowly falling back.

"I’m getting married..." he blurted out abruptly.

Amelia Garcia was shocked again, her eyelashes lifting as she stared at him.

"You’re getting married? To whom? Lily Garcia?" she asked in astonishment.

Previously, she thought he had fallen out with Lily Garcia and would never marry her, meaning Lily Garcia couldn’t become Hope’s stepmother—so she was relieved, thinking of leaving after Hope’s surgery recovery.

Now, how had things suddenly reconciled with Lily Garcia?

So, the kiss they shared at the hospital today, was it actually a symbol of reconciliation? He wasn’t resisting unhappily?

"You... I..." Amelia Garcia’s mind was in turmoil, not out of jealousy or envy, but purely out of concern for her daughter.

She frowned, stuttering momentarily as she tried to clear her thoughts, "I know I have no right to meddle in your personal matters, nor the standing to stop you. But Lily Garcia, she and I have always been at odds. Having her as Hope’s stepmother, I’m afraid Hope will be mistreated."

Amelia Garcia grew anxious, stepping closer to him unconsciously, "Look, your family doesn’t like Hope either, and Lily Garcia won’t treat this stepdaughter kindly... Christopher Hart, please, could you grant me the custody of Hope? I promise I will take good care of her, and if you ever miss her, you can come and visit—mmm."

She hadn’t finished her sentence when the man suddenly drew her close by the waist, pulled her into his arms, and sealed her lips with a kiss.

Amelia Garcia froze, her eyes wide, staring at his handsome forehead and slightly messy black hair.

What...

What does this mean?

Earlier in the day, he was affirming his relationship with Lily Garcia with a kiss, and now he’s declaring his marriage by her house, only to kiss her forcefully again—

Snow Fitch was right, this jerk is a real scumbag and playboy!

She pushed against his waist with both hands, but his arm was extraordinarily strong.

In the tussle, she felt a chapped spot on his lip, her mind sparking an idea to use the same tactic as before.

However, Christopher Hart was already prepared and suddenly released her.

"Trying to bite again?"

Last time, he was lucky the bite wasn’t on the outer lips; otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to show his face outside for a few days.

Amelia Garcia stepped back abruptly, panting as she stared at him and wiped her mouth bitterly, "You kiss another and then kiss me, I find it disgusting! Biting you is letting you off easy!"

The man raised an eyebrow, "You knew?"

"..."

"So, is this jealousy?"

She scoffed coldly, "You really are shameless! I have a boyfriend, my boyfriend kisses way better than you, he’s also more caring and gentle, and more loyal and dependable—where do you get your confidence from?"