Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy! Chapter 21 He drew closer, his thin lips brushing against he

Christopher had been around for a while.

Yet his strong sense of masculinity prevented him from lowering his pride to knock on the door.

Unexpectedly, this woman was just about to go out.

When he heard the door lock stir, he straightened up and watched the door intently, curious to see her reaction.

Hmm, she didn’t disappoint him.

—She was scared out of her wits, almost shattering the door panel!

"Miss Norton, what guilty conscience has scared you like that?" he teased with a slight quirk of his lips.

Alia exploded the mont she heard this!

"You standing at my doorstep like a stone-faced reaper, without a warning! Is it not normal for to be startled?"

"Well, I can’t help it, Miss Norton. Since you didn’t answer my calls, I had no choice but to visit you personally," the man replied in a asured tone, the smile never leaving his lips, a hint of slyness in his deanor.

Alia felt extrely guilty and stood up slowly, feigning innocence, "You called ?"

"Miss Norton didn’t see it?"

"Oh, I did have several missed calls from unknown numbers on my phone, but I thought they were scam calls, so I ignored them. I’m sorry for the oversight, President Hart. I didn’t an to neglect your calls," the woman quickly adjusted her emotions, easily sparring with him.

Christopher scoffed coldly.

Alia watched him warily, not understanding what his scoff ant.

Even less did she understand the aning behind his unexpected, personal visit.

But, at the very least, this revealed that he had thoroughly investigated her background in secret.

Good thing she had the foresight to have Shaw stay upstairs with the two boys.

When she visited the children, she wouldn’t take the elevator but instead used the unmonitored safety passage.

The narrow space suddenly fell silent, the atmosphere awkward almost imperceptibly.

Her heart in turmoil, Alia was just about to ask what he wanted when he suddenly strode forward with those long legs of his, closing the gap between them.

Instantly, they were breathing in each other’s space.

The enchanting scent that had lingered in her heart for years now enveloped her.

Alia’s heart tightened, and she instinctively pressed her back against the door, frowning coldly, "President Hart, please behave! You’re an engaged man, and I don’t want to get dragged into a scandal."

The man’s stunning face that could captivate anyone’s soul suddenly smiled, a few mature and sexy lines forming at the corners of his eyes, enhancing his masculine charm.

He leaned closer, his voice beguiling as he whispered in her ear, "Miss Norton, are you afraid of ?"

"Not at all."

"Is that so?"

"..."

After his baffling attempt at probing, he stared at her from a close distance for a while, then his powerful presence slowly receded as he stepped back.

Alia secretly breathed a sigh of relief, her tense nerves easing slightly.

"Hope has a fever again, half-asleep and half-awake, she kept calling for her mother..." He abruptly changed the subject, completely unexpected.

What? Hope is sick again? Alia’s heart tightened, anxiety showing in her eyes.

"What a pity her mother is no longer in this world. Miss Norton, you resemble my deceased wife. I wonder if you could do a good deed and keep my poor daughter company, cheer her up?"

The man dropped all traces of jest and tease, his handso brows now carrying an expression of heartfelt anxiety as he explained the purpose of his visit.

Alia felt tortured, torn between choices.

Sick children are pitiful enough, and a motherless child even more so, most heartbreakingly—

But who knew if Christopher was only using this situation to test her?

"President Hart, we are strangers," she maintained her sanity, persuading herself to be ruthless and not to waver.

"Strangers? My daughter has seen you a few tis, and each ti, she insists you’re her mother."

"That’s just a child’s naivety."

"Is that so?" With his brow and eyes drooping, the man looked dispirited, suddenly snickering in self-mockery, "Indeed... It’s just my presumption. Miss Norton is neither kin nor kith to , why should she care about the life and death of my daughter? Born under an unlucky star, she can’t bla others. Let her continue to cry and call out then..."

The man dropped this statent and turned to leave.

But Alia’s heart was tugged raw by his last few words, and her rationality was suddenly cast to the winds.

"Wait!" she suddenly exclaid, involuntarily taking a step forward.

The man turned around, his eyebrows slightly raised, "Has Miss Norton changed her mind?"

"Though we’re not related by blood or law, everyone has compassion—especially since your daughter is so endearing—I’ll go with you, just let pack so things."

Alia gave him a glance and, before her words even finished, turned to open the door and went inside.

In the hallway, President Hart ran a hand over his straight nose, and as his handso face slightly bowed, a triumphant smile curved along his perfectly sculpted jawline.

Soon after, the woman ca back out with her bag and changed shoes.

"Let’s go!"

Together, they entered the elevator and descended.

Her phone rang again, and it was only then that Alia rembered she’d forgotten sothing important!

"Hello, Shaw... I have to step out for a bit, I’ll talk to you later." The elevator was quiet, and she was afraid that the children’s voices at Shaw’s end might be overheard by Christopher, so as soon as the call connected, she preempted the other person’s words.

After hanging up, she turned with an unpleasant look and stared at the man.

Christopher was puzzled, "What do you an?"

"What do you think? You corner soone at their doorstep, and then you sar them all over the internet—why would soone like President Hart bother with a re jewelry designer like ?"

Christopher truly didn’t understand and frowned in confusion, "Sar you all over the internet?"

"You don’t know?"

"What should I know?"

Alia observed his expression and her brows knitted together as she suddenly realized that maybe he truly didn’t know—that ant this dirty deed wasn’t his doing.

If it wasn’t him, it could only be one other person.

—Lily Garcia.

Heh, such a vile tactic indeed suited her character.

"I’m asking you, what’s this about saring all over the internet?" Seeing her expression change and her thoughtful look, the man asked again.

"See for yourself!" Alia showed him the online release and sarcastically said, "If it wasn’t you who did this, then I guess it’s highly likely your fiancée’s doing."

Christopher looked at the release, and his handso face turned instantly grim.

For Alia, while this was ostensibly a misfortune, a part of her felt secret delight.

She was plotting how to get even with Lily Garcia, the grand white lotus, looking for ways to turn Christopher against her—she hadn’t even worked out her strategy yet, and the white lotus had already played her hand eagerly.

This proactive move was just asking for Alia to sow discord.

"After all, President Hart is a prominent figure; how can it be that his fiancée is so tasteless? Abusing power, inverting right and wrong, slandering others—such a woman as your daughter’s stepmother will likely leave Miss Hope struggling to survive in a crack."

After reading the article, Christopher’s face tightened to the extre.

"No one can bully my daughter, and Lily Garcia doesn’t have the guts!"

"Maybe not openly, but what about behind the scenes?"

The man turned his head to look at her, his gaze deep and inscrutable.

Alia imdiately said, "Sorry, I didn’t an to instigate, I’m just the victim here and I’m really annoyed."

"Don’t worry, I’ll have soone handle it."

"You an that, President Hart? If so, thank you in advance."

Alia might be well-known, but her fa was confined to the jewelry and fashion circles abroad.

This was River City.

If anyone could call the shots here, it was undoubtedly President Hart!

Especially since he was directly involved in this matter, his word would be the most convincing.

"I clear up such a big problem for you, and all I get is a thanks?" The man’s tone turned ambiguous, and his gaze even more brazen.

Alia subconsciously bristled, "What are you implying?"