After His Sweetheart Moved In, He Came Home Every Night-Chapter 46: Wyatt Sterling Has Always Been by Her Side

Chapter 46: Chapter 46: Wyatt Sterling Has Always Been by Her Side

Before she left, Alice York had imagined many unexpected situations, every single one related to Silas Sterling’s illness.

But she had never imagined she would become a sacrificial pawn in a deal between the Sterlings and the Churchills, to be left behind with the Churchill family.

However, she wouldn’t accept it.

And she wasn’t about to take it lying down.

After hanging up the video call, Alice calmed down and began planning how to handle Kyle Churchill once he was out of the hospital...

Early the next morning, a servant came and knocked on Alice York’s door, telling her, "The kitchen has prepared some pigeon soup. The master wants you to take it to Young Mr. Churchill."

Alice didn’t agree right away, instead saying, "It’s still so early."

The servant said, "Of course, breakfast needs to be early. After Young Mr. Churchill eats, you can come back for his lunch."

Alice understood. She curled her lip. "And after I deliver lunch, I’ll have to deliver dinner too, is that it?"

The servant replied, "Yes. The master said that since you’re idle here at the Churchill residence anyway, you can handle these little chores."

’Idle anyway...’

’They must think I’m a pushover.’

Just when the servant thought Alice didn’t have the guts or the nerve to refuse, the door in front of her was slammed shut with a BANG!

The servant was dumbfounded.

After standing stunned for a good ten seconds, she raised her hand and knocked again. "Miss York? Miss York?"

The servant began knocking harder, the sound echoing with a POUND POUND POUND.

The next second, the door opened.

Alice stood in the doorway. When the servant saw the look on Alice’s face, her heart leaped into her throat. Intimidated by her sheer presence, the servant stumbled back two steps.

Perhaps it was from being with Wyatt Sterling for three years, but Alice could occasionally channel his imposing presence. When she did it deliberately, it never failed to intimidate.

Seeing the servant retreat a few steps, she curled her lip into a smile and struck a pose. "In the Sterling household, I was the pampered young lady. Here in the Churchill household, I am no less than a guest of honor. You can repeat what I said, word for word, to Uncle Churchill. If he has an issue, he can come speak to me himself."

This arrogant and flamboyant attitude was an eye-opener for the servant.

"What are you still standing there for?" Alice looked down her nose at the servant, her gaze cold and chilling.

Thoroughly intimidated, the servant turned and hurried away.

Alice withdrew her gaze and shut the door.

’As expected, word of my behavior will soon get back to the Churchills. I don’t care what they think of me. In fact, the worse their impression, the better. It would be best if no one in the Churchill family could tolerate me.’

What she didn’t expect, however, was a call from Wyatt Sterling that very evening.

"I hear you’ve been putting on airs at the Churchill’s."

Wyatt Sterling’s tone was light, and Alice didn’t detect any hint of accusation.

She had just finished washing up and was sitting on her bed, about to apply body lotion. So she put the phone on speaker, set it aside, and replied while rubbing in the lotion, "The Sterlings traded me for favors from the Churchills. It’s not so out of line for me to pull the ’Sterling lady’ card, is it?"

Wyatt asked, "So you’re trying to make the Churchills despise you?"

Alice’s hand paused mid-stroke.

A dead silence fell over the call.

’Wyatt Sterling had exposed her plan. She didn’t want to admit it, but she didn’t want to deny it either. In his eyes, any reaction would make her look like a fool putting on a pointless show, a meaningless struggle.’

"What are you doing?" Wyatt Sterling asked her.

Snapping back to reality, Alice resumed her task, applying the lotion carefully. "Putting on body lotion."

He was silent for a few seconds before speaking. "It’ll take some time to get used to the Churchills. If you ever feel uncomfortable, go stay at the hilltop villa."

Listening closely, she could hear his breathing had grown a little heavier.

Alice pulled down the leg of her pajama pants. "Third Uncle, don’t call me anymore. And I won’t be going to the hilltop villa."

’I don’t want to hear his voice. It makes me sad.’

"After all, you were with me for a while. Can’t I show a little concern now and then?"

Wyatt Sterling’s tone was gentle, with a hint of him trying to coax her.

Alice shook her head to stay clear-minded. Remembering the person named Perry Pierce, she changed the subject. "Third Uncle, do you know a bodyguard named... Perry Pierce?"

"Who?" Wyatt Sterling asked.

His tone sounded like he had genuinely never heard the name.

Alice explained, "The day we left for Washington, there was a bodyguard named Perry Pierce. He carried my luggage for me."

Wyatt Sterling scoffed. "So a bodyguard carries your bags once, and he makes that much of an impression?"

"..."

’I’d forgotten. Someone like Wyatt Sterling would never need help from others, let alone remember someone so insignificant.’

Wyatt Sterling asked her, "What about this Perry Pierce?"

"I just thought he seemed nice, so I mentioned him." ’Perry Pierce had already fled. There was no point telling Wyatt, so it was better to drop it.’

"He seemed nice?" Wyatt Sterling’s tone suddenly grew heavy.

Alice picked up her phone. "He *is* a nice person, and he’s worth remembering."

"Alice York, you’ve got some nerve!"

After spitting out those cold words, he hung up. Alice stared at the dark screen, completely baffled.

At the same time, just as Wyatt Sterling hung up on Alice, a video call from Julian Dalton came in.

"Who were you on the phone with? It kept ringing." On the video call, Julian Dalton had a wide grin on his face.

"If you have something to say, say it." Wyatt Sterling turned to look out the window, his dark irises deeper than the night outside.

Julian Dalton asked, "When are you coming to Washington next?"

Wyatt Sterling replied, "Depends on my mood."

Julian "tsked." "Then that’ll be any minute now."

Wyatt Sterling reached out and flipped his phone face down. Out of sight, out of mind.

Julian Dalton’s laughter came through. "Wyatt, you’re never one to be controlled by your emotions. Who was it that pissed you off just now? Let me guess, it must be little..."

Before he could finish his guess, Wyatt Sterling picked his phone back up. "You have too much time on your hands?"

"No, I wanted to talk to you about something serious. Also, hey? Wyatt, why does your IP address still show you’re in Washington? You didn’t... you never left, did you?"

"You’re seeing things."

"How could I be seeing things? It definitely says Washington..." Ah—

CLICK. The video call disconnected.

Julian Dalton: "..."

...

After that day, no one from the Churchill family came to bother Alice.

As for Alice, all she did each day was wander around the Churchill residence and go out shopping. It was very pleasant, and no one questioned her.

「On the seventh day, Kyle Churchill came home from the hospital.」

His arm, in a cast, was in a sling around his neck. He was in pretty good spirits. It seemed he had been well taken care of in the hospital, and he even had a smile on his face.

"Young Mr. Churchill, you’re looking so well. It seems you had a good recovery at the hospital." Alice York walked toward Kyle Churchill, her hips swaying in her high heels.

Lately, she had been putting a lot of effort into her appearance every day—heavy makeup, intricate hairstyles, not a single detail missed. The style was a complete departure from her usual self, giving her a vixen-like allure. She looked like a completely different person.

Kyle Churchill was stunned when he saw her. "Are you Alice York?"

A smile bloomed on Alice’s face. "Has Young Mr. Churchill forgotten my face already?"

Kyle Churchill’s eyes swept over her from head to toe, and he scoffed. "While I was stuck in the hospital, you seem to have been living it up. I haven’t seen hide nor hair of you for days."

Alice put on a sincere expression. "I was going to visit you at the hospital, Young Mr. Churchill, but you said I was your jinx. I was considerate enough to stay away, afraid I might jinx you into some other ailment."

"Just shut up. I haven’t heard a single thing I like from you."

Kyle Churchill’s face was dark as he brushed past her.

When he reached William Churchill’s side, Kyle thought about what Alice had just said, feeling uneasy. He lowered his voice and asked irritably, "Dad, when is that idiot coming to take over for me? I don’t want to deal with her anymore. She’s my jinx."