"Baby Hope, it’s ti to take our dicine." Alia Garcia acted as if she hadn’t heard and leaned in close, gently coaxing.
Strangely enough, the little girl who usually resisted dicine surprisingly complied this ti, even though she dodged a few tis when taking the herbal dicine, the process went smoothly overall.
Christopher Hart noticed her proficiency in caring for the child, as if she truly were an experienced mother, which caused a slight frown to form on his forehead and suspicions to rise again in his heart.
"Have you rehearsed this scene nurous tis in your mind?" Taking the bowl and spoon from her, the man probed once more.
Alia, already adept at responding, tenderly wiped Hope’s mouth with a tissue as she spoke indifferently, "Haven’t you heard that won are born with maternal instincts? Besides, it’s your daughter being sweet, not being skilled."
The man snorted and was about to say sothing when his phone rang.
He glanced at the caller ID, furrowed his brows, and raised his hand to hang up.
But soon enough, the call ca in again.
He reluctantly turned away to answer the call, "What’s up?"
"Christopher..." Lily Garcia’s contrived, soft tone ca through the phone, her concern audible, "How’s Hope? Do you need to co over to take care of her? You didn’t get a good night’s sleep last night, right? You can’t keep staying up late like this."
"We’ve been discharged and are back ho, soone’s taking care of her."
"Discharged already?" Surprise was evident from the other end, "Is Hope all better then?"
"Mhm, more or less."
His tone was already quite cold, but Lily didn’t mind and continued, "It’s just after eight, not too late. I’ll co over to see Hope."
"No need, she’s already asleep."
"Then... I want to see you, I miss you, Christopher... these past few days, you’ve been neglecting ," Lily started to sound plaintive, her tone becoming whiny.
Christopher’s patience hit a red light, his tone even colder, "Do you really have to entangle with this while Hope is sick?"
"I..."
"Since you called, there’s sothing I need to ask you." The man suddenly cut her off, recalling sothing important.
Lily hurriedly inquired with feigned annoyance, "What is it?"
"Online sar campaign against that designer—was it you who ordered those social dia accounts to post it?"
"..." There was sudden silence on the other end of the phone.
"Lily, do not use your favors with the Hart Family to act recklessly." Christopher’s warning left no room for courtesy; he didn’t view her at all as soone who had done favors for the Hart Family.
Upon hearing this, Lily’s mind exploded with heartache, grief, and rage all surging to her heart.
"Christopher, I was just telling the truth, what’s wrong with that? Are you warning because of that unrelated woman? You said you knew who’s who, but it seems your heart has already sided with that woman!"
Lily, who was cooing a second ago, now suddenly sprang up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
"I don’t want to argue with you. I will have soone deal with this matter. You should not co looking for for a while, take so ti to reflect on yourself."
"Christopher, you..."
The man had no desire to say a word in his defense, coldly dropping a few punitive words and dismissing her pleas, briskly cutting off the call.
Putting away his phone and turning around, he found Alia standing behind him at so point.
Their eyes t and she raised her hand to point, "Well... Hope woke up after her dicine and said she was hungry, I was thinking of going downstairs to find sothing to eat."
Christopher said, "I’ll have the kitchen send sothing up."
"Oh, okay..." Alia turned back around, ready to head back into the room, but then seemingly recalling sothing, turned back and said, "Mr. Hart, I have no intention of becoming an obstacle between you and Miss Garcia, I hope you can make things clear and prevent any misunderstandings by Miss Garcia."
The man watched her.
The corridor’s ceiling lights were bright, but his nose was so prominent that a small shadow fell on one side of his handso face, making it appear even more charming and alluring.
"She’s misunderstood, and it’s too late to explain. What should I do?"
A deep voice ca through, causing Alia Garcia’s brows to suddenly furrow.
What did he an?
Judging by his expression, he seed to not care about the misunderstanding at all. In fact, he appeared to be enjoying it.
Her heartbeat inexplicably quickened, and with a cold face, Alia said harshly, "Since that’s the case, I can only leave imdiately."
She attempted to pass by him, but just as she was brushing past the man, her wrist was seized by a forceful, warm grip.
Alia reacted as if electrified, reflexively raising her hand to shake his off, only to twist her body and collide with the wall, her eyes wide with shock as she stared at him.
Christopher Hart turned around and saw her reaction, which he found extrely amusing. His smile grew broader as he leisurely took a step forward.
She imdiately beca tenser, pressing her shoulders back against the wall.
"Mr. Hart, what are you trying to imply?"
"Miss Norton, that startled little rabbit look of yours is exactly like my deceased wife’s."
...
Alia cursed fiercely in her heart.
This bastard! He constantly probes every chance he gets!
"How about it, Miss Norton? Na your price... how much money will it take for you to stay?"
Christopher instinctively knew he was right, although he couldn’t find conclusive evidence at the mont. This woman had to be Alia Garcia, who had supposedly bled to death after childbirth four years ago!
She had returned, obviously for her daughter.
But why wouldn’t she admit her identity? Why fake her death years ago? Why abandon her daughter?
His mind was filled with too many unanswered questions, so he wanted to keep her here—there would be plenty of ti to dissect her motives slowly.
Hearing this, Alia’s bright eyes widened even further, and a rush of intense indignation, fueled by humiliation, flooded the beautiful depths of her gaze!
"Mr. Hart, I’ve encountered shaless people, but never anyone as shaless as you!"
Furious, she spoke without restraint, "With eyes for the pot while eating from your bowl, aren’t you afraid of choking?"
"You might be misunderstanding, Miss Norton. I’m asking you to stay as my daughter’s mother, not to be my woman—of course, if you wish to climb into my bed, I won’t refuse."
"After all, Miss Norton, you are young and talented, beautiful and intelligent, and you still bear the shadow of my forr wife..." He spoke slowly and deliberately while lifting her black, soft hair, twining and playing with it between his fingers.
Alia’s eyes widened again as she watched his mocking gaze, and suddenly, with a clench of her teeth, she swiftly brought her knee up and drove it hard into his abdon!
"Ugh—"
A muffled groan escaped the man as his handso features contorted together, and he stumbled backward, looking utterly disheveled.
"Mr. Hart, there’s a price to pay for flirting indiscriminately. Don’t think every woman will fall for your gas!"
Alia was beyond furious.
How had she never noticed before that Christopher Hart was such a lasciviously insincere man? What happened to the clean, bright, and nobly charming sunny boy from before?
After dropping those words, she turned to leave, but the man, enduring the pain, suddenly straightened up and yanked her back again, slamming her hard against the wall.
"Aren’t you finished!" The woman was completely enraged.
Christopher’s face flushed red, his body seething with anger.
His strong hands pinned her shoulders; his eyes narrowed slightly, deep and unfathomable, and his cold, handso face suddenly moved close, his thin lips almost touching hers.
Alia was petrified, daring not to move an inch.
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