Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy-Chapter 449: Let’s See Who Outsmarts Whom

Amelia Miles supported Mary Wayde as they walked out of the bar.

Mary Wayde deliberately leaned her weight onto Amelia Miles, continuing to feign drunkenness.

Thinking to herself, wasn’t Amelia Miles supposed to help her?

Let’s see if she doesn’t exhaust her to death?

Just as she was thinking this, Amelia Miles suddenly stumbled and flung her forward.

Thud, her head hit the car door at close range.

Dizzy with a throbbing head, Mary Wayde cried out and fell to the ground.

"Elly, are you okay?"

Damon Hawke immediately supported Amelia Miles, asking with concern.

"I’m fine, I just accidentally stepped on a small stone and got startled."

Amelia Miles patted her chest, trying hard to suppress her glee while looking at Mary Wayde.

"Sorry, sorry, Sylvia, I didn’t mean it, you’re just too heavy for me to hold."

Oh, want to play games with her?

Let’s see who outplays whom!

Mary Wayde’s forehead already had a bump, teary-eyed from the pain, she glared at Amelia Miles in anger.

But as Damon Hawke was supporting Amelia Miles, she dared not erupt in front of him.

She could only look pitifully at Damon Hawke, "Cousin, it hurts."

"Xiao Zhang, help Miss Wei into the car."

Damon Hawke ignored her whining and instructed the bodyguard in a calm voice.

Xiao Zhang complied, walking over to help Mary Wayde up.

Mary Wayde tried to push him away, but Damon Hawke was already holding Amelia Miles and heading to the passenger seat.

Their loving posture nearly made her grit her teeth to dust.

Her head felt dizzy and painful, worse than being drunk.

Mary Wayde reluctantly was assisted into the back seat of the car, closing her eyes to rest.

"Hubby, my foot hurts a bit."

"Did you sprain it? Want to see a doctor?"

"No need, just massage it for me later when we get back."

"Alright."

In her ears, she heard the voices of a man and a woman.

The woman was acting coy, and the man was cajoling her in a gentle voice.

Mary Wayde was being forced to witness their lovey-dovey exchange, and it made her so angry she nearly spat blood.

She asked Damon Hawke to pick her up, aiming to get closer to him, not to be subjected to this display of affection!

The car arrived at Grant Villa.

Damon Hawke parked the car and opened the passenger seat door.

"Hubby, carry me."

Amelia Miles sweetly opened her arms towards Damon Hawke.

Damon Hawke didn’t say a word and carried Amelia Miles out of the car.

The bodyguard helped Mary Wayde out of the back seat, and she watched Damon Hawke steadily carry Amelia Miles towards the villa, nearly driven mad with jealousy.

Is Amelia Miles made of tofu?

Just stepped on a small pebble and now so delicate that she can’t even walk?

The real patient is right here!

Inside the villa, the butler opened the door for them and, seeing Amelia Miles being carried by Damon Hawke, looked at her with some concern.

Amelia Miles signaled Damon Hawke to put her down and smiled at the butler, "Tonight we have a guest. Isn’t there a spare guest room next door? Please prepare it for Miss Wei."

Next door to them?

Damon Hawke still didn’t say anything, just moved his gaze with interest to his mischievous wife.

What’s this quirky wife of his up to?

The butler took someone upstairs to prepare the room.

Amelia Miles looked at Mary Wayde, who was holding her head as she entered, "Sylvia, is your head dizzy? I’ll have someone bring the medicine box in a bit, and you can apply it yourself. My foot hurts, and I’m a bit exhausted, so Tom and I will go upstairs to rest first."

As she spoke, Amelia Miles opened her arms again, asking to be carried.

Damon Hawke still didn’t say a word and lifted Amelia Miles in his arms again.

Mary Wayde watched this and felt yet another wave of irritation.

She’s now questioning why she ever came to Hawke Family’s villa.

She drank too much, got injured, and Damon Hawke didn’t even care about her!

"Miss Wei, your room is ready. Please go upstairs."

The butler was quick and politely announced.

Mary Wayde suppressed her inner resentment and went upstairs to the guest room.

Not long after, the butler sent a set of change clothes and the medicine box, "Miss Wei, is there anything else you need?"

"No, that’s all."

Mary Wayde waved him off impatiently, slamming the door shut with a bang.

The room was utterly silent, and the pain in her head made her just want to throw things.

Just then, she could vaguely hear the low breathing sounds of a man and a woman coming from the space next door.

One sound after another, making her imagination run wild.

Mary Wayde’s eyes widened, and she slowly walked to the wall, pressing her ear against it to listen.

"Hubby, it tickles, don’t touch..."

"Hubby, I love you so much..."

The woman’s soft laughter echoed intermittently.

Mary Wayde’s fingers suddenly clenched, her nails dug deeply into her flesh.

Argh argh argh!

The two of them were just next door, doing that.

Amelia Miles, how shameless, how promiscuous can she be!

Mary Wayde’s face twisted with jealousy, and she furiously pounded the pillow on the bed to vent her frustration.

In the room next door, Damon Hawke only felt that his wife was unusually enthusiastic tonight.

He gently kissed her soft earlobe, asking during their intermission, "Wife, is that why you arranged for Mary Wayde to be next door?"

Amelia Miles’ almond-shaped eyes were full of warmth. She wrapped her arms around his neck, gave him a sweet kiss, and smiled charmingly.

"Yes, she wants to eat dog food; today she’ll get so much it makes her sick!"

Let’s see if she still dares to make a move on her husband.

A low, alluring laugh escaped Damon Hawke’s lips.

He picked up Amelia Miles, letting her lie on top of him.

"Wife, you’re using me? That’s really conniving."

"What, don’t you want to cooperate?"

"Of course not, wife, I’m in. Tonight, you take the lead."

"Hehe, I don’t want to, it’s too tiring."

"It won’t be, wife, trust me."

"..."

Mary Wayde didn’t know when she fell asleep.

Because the noise next door was too loud, it seemed to go on all night.

She hugged the blanket, wishing she could smash into a wall.

The next day, she woke up groggily, with a splitting headache.

Someone was knocking on the door, "Miss Wei, are you up?"

Mary Wayde cursed quietly, got up with her hand on her head, and opened the door.

"Miss Wei, my lady asked you to come down for breakfast."

The servant glanced at her and said.

"Got it."

Mary Wayde replied in an annoyed tone.

She went to the bathroom to freshen up.

Seeing her disheveled self in the mirror, with baggy eyes and a bump on her forehead, she wanted to smash the mirror.

Her ears had been tortured all night; did she come here to be abused?

Downstairs.

Amelia Miles and the others were having breakfast.

Though the dining table was quiet, the atmosphere was visibly warm and cozy.

After a while, the doorbell rang. As usual, the old master Hawke came to pick the little ones up for school.

His arrival got Hunter Miles going back and forth in banter, and the house was filled with laughter.

When Mary Wayde came down, hearing all the merriment, her gaze fell on Amelia Miles, filled with envy.

What a blissful woman.

How can she be so happy?

"Sylvia, morning. Did you sleep well last night?"

Amelia Miles greeted Mary Wayde with a sweet smile as she came down.

Mary Wayde took a deep breath, stifling the urge to curse, and a fake smile appeared on her face.

"Elly, I drank too much last night, made quite a scene, didn’t I? Really sorry for troubling you and cousin."

"It’s alright, we’re all one family, no need to be formal. Come, have breakfast."

Amelia Miles invited Mary Wayde to sit warmly, with all the airs of a mistress of the house.

Mary Wayde swallowed all her discomfort and sat down at the table.