After His Sweetheart Moved In, He Came Home Every Night-Chapter 187: He Said, ’I Won’t Leave. I’ll Watch Over You.

Chapter 187: Chapter 187: He Said, ’I Won’t Leave. I’ll Watch Over You.

SLAM! The car door was thrown shut.

Wyatt Sterling got in and seized Alice York’s still-injured hand. "If I hadn’t come for you, then who do you think would be standing here right now?"

Alice retorted stubbornly, "A stranger."

The words had barely left her mouth when he yanked her forward. She winced, her fine brows furrowing in pain, but before a protest could escape her lips, he was kissing her fiercely.

She froze for a second, then used every ounce of her strength to push, kick, and bite him. She made no attempt to hide her revulsion, acting as if she utterly despised him.

Little did she know, her display of disgust was a dagger to his heart. Instead of backing off, he only kissed her with more reckless abandon.

As the commotion inside the car intensified, Mason Cheney knew better than to linger and quickly got out.

A steady stream of people flowed in and out of the terminal. Fortunately, the car itself wasn’t shaking, or they would have certainly drawn a crowd.

Inside the car, however, the atmosphere was anything but passionate. It was a tense stalemate.

As the leather seat beneath her slowly gave way, Alice gradually lost the strength to fight back. In the end, she simply went limp, letting the man have his way. She refused to believe he would actually do something so outrageous right here in the car.

Just as she’d expected, the moment she stopped fighting back, Wyatt Sterling released her.

"Do you recognize me now?" he asked, forcefully pulling her upright.

Alice shot him a dark look. The instant she was upright, she shot away from him as if her seat were spring-loaded.

She immediately reached for the door handle, but it wouldn’t budge.

"Open the door! I want to get out," she demanded, banging on the door to make a scene.

Wyatt Sterling watched her coldly. "Are you sure you want to get out looking so disheveled?"

Alice, focused solely on escaping, hadn’t paid any attention to her clothes. At his reminder, she glanced down, and her face instantly darkened.

’With so many people outside, if I get out looking like this, I can’t imagine the kinds of stares I’ll attract...’

Wyatt Sterling moved closer, taking Alice’s hand to inspect the injuries on her palm and the back of it.

Not wanting him to touch her, Alice stubbornly tried to pull her hand away, but he held it fast. "It seems I was being too considerate before."

Alice was indignant. "If you were really so considerate, Third Uncle, you wouldn’t have resorted to this."

Wyatt Sterling’s expression was just as grim. "Then when are you going to calm down?"

Alice began, "I..."

’As much as she hated to admit it, it was true that she hadn’t been thinking clearly. She didn’t want to go with him, see him, or talk to him. She just wanted to get away, which was why she had refused to get into the car.’

’She hadn’t even considered that if she left the shelter of Wyatt Sterling’s protection, she might fall right back into that person’s hands.’

’She really hadn’t been calm.’

"Calmed down now?" Wyatt Sterling tilted his head slightly, revealing the red mark on his neck from where she had slapped him.

Alice silently averted her gaze.

"Averting your gaze. It seems you’ve calmed down," Wyatt Sterling said, turning her chin to face him. "So, I’ll ask you again. Do you recognize me now?"

Alice: "..."

She squeezed her eyes shut and let her head loll to the side. Wyatt Sterling moved his hand to support her head, and she immediately slumped into his arms.

"Alice?" he asked, his arm cradling the back of her neck as he gave her a gentle shake.

Alice hadn’t fainted. It was just that after the struggle, on top of being sick, her physical and mental energy were utterly spent.

She said in a hoarse voice, "I want to sleep."

’Since there’s no escape, I might as well get some sleep,’ she thought. Her body was too weak; she couldn’t take being manhandled anymore.

"Go ahead and sleep," Wyatt Sterling said. He slipped an arm under hers and pulled her up, letting her upper body rest against his chest.

He then pulled out his phone and called Mason Cheney to get back in the car and drive.

"To the hospital."

...

The IV that Alice had ripped out at the Sawyer family’s home was now back in her arm at the hospital.

Fortunately, the wound on her palm had already scabbed over and wasn’t an issue. The main concern now was her inflamed throat, which needed to be treated as soon as possible.

In stark contrast to Wyatt Sterling’s calm composure, Alice sat on the hospital bed, anxiously glancing up at the IV bag from time to time and sighing repeatedly. She was clearly agitated.

Hearing her sigh, Wyatt Sterling finished his phone call and walked to her bedside. "I thought you were exhausted. Why aren’t you sleeping?"

Alice asked abruptly, "Are you in a hurry to leave, Third Uncle?"

Wyatt Sterling pulled a chair over and sat down. "When did I say I was leaving?"

"I thought you..."

"Stop assuming. Just sleep." He crossed his long legs, clearly having no intention of going anywhere. "I’m not leaving. I’ll stay right here with you."

A storm of emotions churned within Alice, and her gaze as she looked at Wyatt Sterling grew complex. She found herself quietly staring at his coolly handsome face until he noticed, his eyes shifting to meet hers.

Knowing she had many questions, he simply reminded her, "You should try not to talk."

But how could Alice possibly hold back? "Does Grandpa know that you’re the one who took me?"

Wyatt Sterling replied, "He knows."

Alice’s heart clenched. She continued, "Then... Grandpa already knew I was planning to sneak away from Arden today."

Wyatt Sterling’s brow furrowed. "I take it your throat doesn’t hurt anymore?" 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

It hurt!

How could it not? But compared to these other matters, the pain was nothing. Even if it felt like swallowing razors, she had to ask her questions and make things clear.

"I don’t want to become a socialite. I don’t want to be tainted by anyone from the Hawthorne Family. I just want to get far away from this place..." Alice swallowed past the pain. "Third Uncle, I called you last night to tell you about this, but you didn’t answer. I had to figure something out on my own."

Wyatt Sterling’s expression turned ugly. "And this was the best you could come up with? Torturing yourself? Did you really think that getting yourself into this state would be your ticket out of Arden?"

"Getting caught was an accident... COUGH, COUGH. It wasn’t Grandpa... COUGH, COUGH, COUGH..." Speaking with such agitation, Alice devolved into a violent coughing fit.

Each cough felt like a thousand needles stabbing her throat.

Wyatt Sterling quickly grabbed the cup of water from the bedside table and handed it to her. Alice took it, gulping down several large mouthfuls.

"Slow down," he said, his brow still deeply furrowed.

Alice’s fit subsided, but the pain in her throat didn’t. When she looked up, she was met with Wyatt Sterling’s stony, somber face.

He had warned her multiple times not to speak, and he was one step away from taping her mouth shut. But she insisted on being willful, talking on and on, endlessly.

"Third Uncle..."

"It’s just one thing after another, isn’t it? Say one more word and I’ll shut you up myself," he warned again, the last of his indulgent patience rapidly evaporating.

Alice fell silent for only a few minutes before speaking again. "I want to know why the Eldest Young Master Hawthorne won’t let me leave Arden."

Wyatt Sterling said, "I’d like to know that too," then leaned over and captured her talkative lips with his.

The faint smell of disinfectant had permeated the hospital room, but as Wyatt Sterling kissed her, the air in her lungs filled with his scent, overwhelming and enveloping her.

This time, Alice didn’t struggle. She didn’t resist. She let him kiss her again and again, pecking and tasting, their lips and tongues tangling, effectively blocking all the other questions she wanted to ask.

Not until Mason Cheney knocked on the door and cleared his throat, calling out, "Third Master."