Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy-Chapter 422: Are You Three Years Old Too?

"Wife, you smell so good."

Damon Hawke lightly sniffed Amelia Miles’ hair, pressing his thin lips to her neck, teasing her gently.

Amelia Miles only felt a rush of electricity shooting through her body, making her hands and feet go weak.

She giggled softly, wrapping her arms around his strong waist, standing on tiptoe to plant a quick kiss on his sensual lips.

Damon’s eyes darkened a bit, his hand gripping her waist tightened, pulling her closer to him.

"Wife, you started the fire, so you’ll have to put it out."

Kisses overwhelmed her, and Amelia whimpered softly, carried away by his eagerness.

They hurriedly unbuttoned each other’s clothes, impatient to conquer one another...

Suddenly, an abrupt ring broke the intimate atmosphere of the room.

"Hold on."

Amelia struggled to escape the man’s kiss, giggling, "There’s a call."

"Don’t answer it."

At this moment, he didn’t want to answer anyone’s call.

"It must be our son calling, get up quickly."

Amelia pushed away his fluffy head, eyes filled with laughter.

Damon’s face looked sour, cursing internally the little scamps ruining the moment.

But despite his feelings, he still retrieved the phone for Amelia with a cold expression.

Amelia glanced at Damon’s dark face, holding back her laughter as she answered the video call from their son.

As soon as the call connected, two identical little faces popped up on the screen.

"Mommy, where are you and Daddy? Why didn’t you take us out to play?"

Bea looked unhappy.

Beside her, Dominic Hawke, though silent, also showed dissatisfaction on his tiny face.

Amelia turned to Damon, passing the ball to him, "Ask your dad, I was tricked into coming here by him too."

Damon raised an eyebrow, wrapping an arm around Amelia, facing the camera, "Behave at home with Grandpa, when you grow up, you can take your own wives out to play."

She was his wife, did he need their approval to take her out?

"Daddy, how can you be so selfish? She’s our mommy, you’re not allowed to take her out to play by yourself."

Bea frowned, puffing her cheeks in discontent.

Dominic nodded in agreement.

"Are you ordering me?" Damon lifted his eyebrows.

"Hmph, you can’t hog Mommy to yourself." Bea crossed her arms, looking adamant.

"How old are you? Still need Mommy every day, haven’t been weaned?"

Damon teased deliberately.

"You... Mommy!"

Bea’s little face flushed, casting a pleading look at Amelia.

Amelia lightly tapped Damon on the chest, playfully scolding, "Are you three years old?"

This man, arguing with his sons.

So shameless!

"Ah, wife, I knew in your heart, I’ll never compare to the kids."

Damon clutched his chest with a face full of grievance.

Amelia was caught between laughter and tears, just about to speak when Hunter Miles’ face appeared on the screen.

"This time I’m taking your dad’s side. You two shouldn’t bother Mommy and Daddy. They need to focus on making a little brother or sister."

Amelia: "..."

Dad, must you be so direct?

Damon: "..."

The father-in-law always understood him best.

"Oh, Grandpa really wants Mommy to have a baby."

Bea blinked her big eyes, giggling.

"Because the next baby Mommy has will have his last name."

Dominic added a line.

Amelia: "..."

Why did she feel like her children were being divided up like purchases, sold right after birth?

Poor her!

"Ahem, you two, behave at home and listen to Grandpa, okay?"

Amelia changed the subject.

After chatting a few more lines, they hung up the phone.

"Wife, let’s work extra hard to have another set of twins."

As soon as the call ended, Damon wrapped his arms back around Amelia’s waist.

Amelia slapped his hand discontentedly, "Having babies, having babies, do you think I’m a sow?"

"How could I? You’re my queen. If I could, I’d have them for you."

Damon chuckled lightly, turning her to face him, his eyes full of tenderness.

Amelia pouted, "You’re really good at sweet-talking."

Damon pulled her towards him, his hands moving to her sensitive spots.

"Alright, I won’t say a word, wife, let me prove how much I love you through actions."

"Ah, what are you doing?"

"Loving you."

"..."

The next day.

A rowhouse villa.

Wright Landers threw back the covers and got out of bed, glancing at the woman still asleep, a cold expression on his face.

He removed his robe, changed into clean clothes, and strode out of the bedroom.

"Good morning, Young Master."

The butler greeted him.

Wright Landers gave a slight nod, saying, "When the Young Mistress wakes up, keep her in the villa and don’t let her wander outside."

"Understood."

The butler asked no questions, simply obeying orders.

Wright Landers patted his pocket, looking for his phone.

"Young Master, you’re looking for your phone, right? Here you go."

The butler quickly handed over a phone.

Wright Landers took it, frowning slightly, "How did the phone end up with you?"

"It was the servant from the old house, saying your phone fell into the pool."

The butler quickly explained.

His phone fell into the pool?

When did that happen?

Wright Landers thought back but had no recollection.

He only remembered having a big fight with Wayne yesterday, almost coming to blows.

Afterwards, he had roughly handled Selena on the terrace.

Wright Landers tried pressing the phone’s power button to switch it on.

But it wouldn’t turn on.

Probably water-damaged beyond repair.

Wright Landers’ expression soured.

The broken phone wasn’t a big issue, but it contained many important documents.

Grabbing his belongings, Wright Landers left to visit a phone repair shop.

In the bedroom, Selena Taylor slept deeply.

When she finally woke groggily, noticing the sunlight pouring in through the window, she realized it was already bright out.

Reaching out for her phone, she discovered how sore her entire body was.

Remembering how Lucas not only humiliated her at the old house but then came home and exhausted her physically, her eyes filled with hate.

That damned man, she wished she could grab scissors and snip off his manhood!

Enduring the pain, Selena reached for her phone to check the time, noticing it was already late afternoon.

She’d slept nearly an entire day.

No wonder her stomach growled in hunger.

Selena struggled to rise, painfully made her way to the bathroom, freshened up, and then headed downstairs.

"Young Mistress, you’re awake? Want something to eat? I’ll have the kitchen prepare it."

The butler asked as Selena came down.

"No need, I’m going out for a walk."

This place felt suffocating to her, she wanted to go find Wayne.

To pour out her grievances.

Because of his misleading words, she had suffered abuse.

"Young Mistress, the Young Master ordered you need to rest well at home and not go out."

The butler quickly stopped her.

Selena was stunned, then became furious.

"What does he mean? Do I not even have the freedom to leave? Is Wright trying to imprison me?"

"Apologies, but those are the Young Master’s orders."

The butler replied without deference. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Step aside."

Selena’s expression turned ugly, anxious to get away from here.

"Young Mistress, please don’t make it difficult for us."

The butler signaled to the servants on both sides, who instantly moved forward to block her.

Selena’s chest heaved with anger, on the brink of madness.

She swept everything off the coffee table, venting her fury.

Wright Landers, that lunatic!