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Chapter 99 Women Love to Say the Opposite of What They Feel

Chapter 99: Chapter 99 Women Love to Say the Opposite of What They Feel

After he finished speaking, he didn’t wait for Amelia Garcia to respond, smiled, turned around, and walked out the door.

Shaw had been waiting outside. As soon as Benny Palmer left, she immediately came in.

"Sis, how did it go? What did he come to you for?"

Amelia stood up, "What’s the schedule for this afternoon?"

Shaw blinked her eyes, "There’s a meeting this afternoon, two proposals are awaiting final drafts."

"You take the lead, just send me the final vote results."

She walked out of the meeting room swiftly; her voice had not yet faded when she already disappeared from sight.

Getting into the car, Amelia called Snow Fitch: "Snow, you don’t need to trouble your aunt anymore, I’m heading to the hospital to accompany Hope now."

Snow, puzzled, asked: "What, you’re not afraid of Lily Garcia coming to cause trouble anymore?"

She focused on driving, calmly yet authoritatively she said, "Worst comes to worst, I’ll just admit my identity. As the child’s biological mother, it’s only natural for me to take care of Hope!"

Snow was startled and advised, "You should think this through again! Think about Noah and Shaw."

"I know what I’m doing."

Prompted by Snow’s reminder, Amelia began to miss her sons again.

Since coming back to the country, she had spent far too little time with the two brothers.

So, after hanging up the phone, she immediately called her sons’ phone watches, talking with the two little guys all the way to the hospital.

It wasn’t until she reached the hospital that she ended the call.

As she went up the stairs, Amelia was on high alert, worrying that Lily might suddenly pounce on her from somewhere and grab her hair while shouting "Homewrecker!"

These days, having been exposed online, having strangers splash paint on her door, being harassed and beaten by Lily numerous times, she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, always feeling danger and accidents could occur at any moment.

Fortunately, she made it to the outside of the hospital room without incident.

As she pushed open the door to the hospital room, it was serene and warm inside.

Hope slept peacefully while Christopher Hart dozed off at the edge of the bed.

Even though both father and daughter were asleep, their hands were firmly held together.

Seeing this, Amelia couldn’t quite describe what she was feeling in her heart.

Considering what Benny Palmer had said, even if Christopher had myriad faults, he was undoubtedly a competent, even excellent father.

She tiptoed into the room, set her bag down gently, and reached out to touch Hope’s forehead.

She frowned immediately...

It seemed like a slight fever.

She wasn’t sure if the doctors were aware.

As she hesitated about whether to call for a doctor, the man who was dozing suddenly startled and sat up abruptly.

His quick action surprised Amelia, who was on the other side of the bed!

When their eyes met, she immediately felt her ears turn hot, unsure where to direct her gaze.

Even though Christopher was very tired, he still dared not sleep too deeply. Half-awake, he had sensed someone quietly approaching and woke up abruptly, his expression dark and serious.

Once he recognized the "uninvited guest," the tension in his nerves gradually eased.

Amelia observed all of his reactions and saw clearly the exhaustion and intense red in the whites of his eyes.

A peculiar emotional stir crossed her heart; before he could speak, she took the initiative to suggest, "You should go back and rest, I’ll stay here."

Christopher looked at her with a mix of surprise and scrutiny in his eyes.

Was this woman on some kind of medication? Suddenly being so "nice" to him?

Amelia saw his silence, thinking he didn’t trust her, and added, "Don’t worry, I’ll stay by her side no matter what."

Christopher slowly got up. Before he could disengage his daughter’s small hand, his mobile phone in his pocket began to buzz.

He awkwardly pulled out the phone with his other hand, looked at the caller ID, and frowned as he answered, "Hello... huh, you can’t handle it? Understood..."

Amelia stood aside without speaking, feeling somewhat awkward.

Hearing that it was Benny Palmer on the phone, she couldn’t help the disdain swirling in her heart.

It seemed this guy had calculated that she would definitely soften her heart, come to the hospital to take over the shift, so he had timed his call to Christopher Hart perfectly, persuading him to leave.

The warmth that had not yet faded from her ears returned with a vengeance, leaving her even more embarrassed and uncomfortable, so she had to tell herself—it was all for her daughter, not for this bastard!

After hanging up the phone, Christopher Hart looked at her, forcibly rallying his composure.

"The company has some issues that need to be dealt with; I’m going to take a look. Stay with Hope; she has a slight fever. Be extra careful, and if there’s a problem, see the doctor, or call me."

With their daughter asleep, needing quiet, he unusually refrained from his sarcastic and incisive tone, speaking instead in a gentle and unhurried manner.

Amelia Garcia, also considering her daughter’s well-being, managed a pleasant nod, "Mhm, I felt her earlier and she does have a bit of a fever. I’ll be careful."

She had been about to add, "You go on; I’ve got this," but the words caught in her throat.

Christopher looked at her, his eyes deep and murky, as if he wanted to say something more, but ultimately, he fell silent.

He turned and went to pick up the suit jacket draped over the couch.

His right shoulder, still recovering from an injury, had just stiffened up further from lying on the bed and holding his daughter’s hand, making his muscles tense and numb.

So, when trying to put on the suit jacket, his movements were clearly stiff and awkward, his arm twisting behind him several times without success in getting the jacket on.

Frowning in frustration, the man turned back to look at the stunned woman, his eyebrows raising a touch, "What are you staring at? Can’t you lend me a hand?"

Amelia snapped back to reality, her cheeks immediately warming, and she approached him somewhat absent-mindedly, bumping into the bedpost in the process.

"Ouch..." She winced in pain and hurriedly turned to see if the little girl on the bed had been disturbed.

Thankfully...

She hadn’t woken up.

Amelia moved behind the man, not daring to lift her gaze.

But Christopher kept watching her, the corners of his mouth tugging lightly, unable to resist a tease, "After all these years, you’re still so clumsy."

"..." Amelia’s face and ears reddened with irritation, not bothering to respond to him, grateful to be standing behind him and spared from facing him directly.

Her hands lifted the collar of his jacket, helping guide his arms into the sleeves.

This scene was actually quite foreign to them.

Married for three years, though they slept together every night and intimacy was never lacking, except on special occasions, they had never once done something like help each other get dressed.

Their relationship back then had been grotesquely twisted.

So at that moment, Amelia felt particularly uneasy; as soon as his jacket was on, she turned to leave.

But the man reacted quickly and turned, catching her wrist.

Amelia was yanked back.

"Ah—" Her heart suddenly constricted, and she let out a low cry, aware that they were too close, and immediately tried to pull away as if electrocuted.

However, the man wouldn’t let go, and she could only retreat a step at most.

"Let go, what are you doing!" she commanded in a hushed tone, anxious not to wake the child.

Christopher Hart held onto her wrist, pulling her in one step closer, his gaze burning into her.

"You—" Amelia’s body tensed, unable to finish her thought.

They were so close that his potent masculine scent wafted over her, mixed subtly with the fragrance of his shower gel.

It appeared that he had gone home to wash and change clothes before coming to the hospital after staying up all night.

After all these years, he hadn’t even changed the brand of his toiletries.

He seemed like a man capable of great loyalty, yet when it came to women and marriage, he was so utterly irresponsible!

"Why did you come?"

Christopher watched her, quietly studying her delicate and soft features, his voice low as he began to speak.

Amelia’s cheeks burned hotter; she glared at him, "You... don’t get any ideas, thinking I’m here for you or anything... We’ve been divorced for over four years, whether you’re doing well or not, it’s none of my business!"