After His Sweetheart Moved In, He Came Home Every Night-Chapter 56: Late at Night, Wyatt Sterling Arrives

Chapter 56: Chapter 56: Late at Night, Wyatt Sterling Arrives

A knock sounded at the door.

Alice York hadn’t told Wyatt Sterling anything, leaving him to seethe with rage as she hastily ended the video call and got up to open the door.

Seeing it was William Churchill, she wasn’t surprised. Her voice was hoarse. "Uncle Churchill, what brings you here so late?"

William Churchill’s gaze immediately fell on the alarming bruises on Alice’s neck.

His brows furrowed tightly, and his tone was full of concern. "Miss York, those injuries on your neck... should you go to the hospital to have them looked at?"

Alice shook her head. "Thank you for your concern, Uncle Churchill. I’ve applied some medicine. I’ll see if it’s any better tomorrow."

At her words, William Churchill’s expression relaxed slightly.

He had only just learned of the incident himself. That blasted son of his, Kyle, had acted on his own without consulting him, nearly causing a catastrophe.

Thankfully, nothing truly terrible had happened to Alice. Otherwise, he would have had no way to answer to the Sterlings.

Alice’s lips twitched. "Uncle Churchill."

William Churchill met her gaze, sensing her hesitation. "Miss York, is there something you wish to say?"

Her throat was sore, forcing her to speak slowly. "Today at the restaurant, I was having a meal with Kyle Churchill. He went to the restroom, and when he came back, his personality had completely changed. He acted like a child, with the mental age of only a few years..."

At this, she looked directly into William Churchill’s eyes. "Can you explain that, Uncle Churchill?"

William Churchill’s expression remained unchanged. "He was just pretending. Kyle has a temper and was just trying to tease you."

Alice lifted her chin, allowing William Churchill a clearer view. "If choking me like this is also his idea of teasing, then I’m truly speechless."

"Today’s incident was sudden. I’m sorry you were frightened, Miss York." William Churchill’s words were laced with apology.

However, he still adopted the necessary attitude. "I’ve already given Kyle a harsh scolding. He knows he was wrong and is reflecting on his actions. I came personally to apologize to you on his behalf."

His attitude was indeed so impeccable that one couldn’t find fault with it.

’Isn’t this just forcing me to swallow this grievance?’

Alice let out a hoarse laugh. "Kyle Churchill isn’t a child. Why does his father have to mediate and apologize for him when he does something wrong?"

William Churchill looked embarrassed. "Kyle is my only son. He’s been spoiled since he was young, and I can’t deny he has a bit of a temper. This time, he knows he messed up and is too ashamed to come over himself."

’His only son?’

’Is Kyle Churchill really William Churchill’s only son?’

’Or does William Churchill think I’m an idiot? Does he really believe I can’t tell the difference between two people just because they have the same face and build?’

Just then, William Churchill spoke again. "It seems my attitude isn’t enough to appease you, Miss York. How about this? I’ll go get Kyle and have him apologize to you in person."

Alice felt weary and exhausted. "There’s no need. You’re being so sincere, Uncle Churchill. If I were to keep holding a grudge, it would seem ungracious of me."

"Then I’ll have Kyle come over tomorrow morning to apologize," William Churchill said amiably. "Please get some rest, Miss York. If your condition doesn’t improve by tomorrow, you must go to the hospital."

Alice nodded, watching as William Churchill left.

After closing the door, she let down all her defenses and sank to the floor.

It was one thing for William Churchill to be so protective of his own, but he also refused to tell the truth. There were clearly two Kyle Churchills today. The first was the one she had been spending time with recently. The one who hurt her, however, must have some kind of mental illness that the Churchill Family was hiding...

’Does Wyatt Sterling know?’

’Earlier today, she had wanted to tell him about this secret the moment she discovered it. But later, when he video-called, she found she didn’t want to say anything anymore.’

’He must know.’

’He knows everything about the Churchill Family!’

That night, Alice’s sleep was restless. The burning pain in her throat came and went. Fortunately, it didn’t worsen and even improved slightly, but it was still tormenting her.

As she was drifting in a hazy sleep, she felt someone touching her face.

Her recent experiences in the Churchill home had made her as vigilant in her sleep as she was during the day. Her eyes flew open, and the moment she saw the figure before her, the hair on her arms stood on end. She scrambled away, dragging the blanket with her.

The dark figure grabbed her wrist. "It’s me."

Wyatt Sterling’s deep voice sounded especially reassuring in the silent night.

Alice clutched the blanket to her chest, her knees drawn up. She remained frozen for a long moment, not daring to relax. She couldn’t see clearly and wasn’t entirely sure it was him.

Wyatt Sterling freed a hand to turn on a bedside lamp. The warm, yellow light cast a soft, approachable glow on the contours of his upper body.

Alice could finally see his face clearly. The tension drained out of her, and her body slumped to the side as if she had no bones.

Wyatt knelt on the bed with one knee and scooped her up.

She was so light. She had lost weight again. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

He had intended to settle her back into the blankets, but once he was holding her, he didn’t want to let go. He pulled the comforter up, wrapping her in it, and looked down to see fresh tears on her cheeks.

Her breathing in his arms was even, but he knew she was awake. She just didn’t want to face him or speak.

"My flight was delayed, I just got here." His chin rested on the crown of her head, his voice soft. "I’m a little late."

Alice didn’t respond. She remained curled in his arms with her eyes closed, silent, like a mended piece of glass that would shatter at the slightest touch.

Wyatt held her like that for a long time. Thinking she had fallen asleep, he gently laid her back down and tucked her in.

The pillow was soft, and her curly hair fanned out over it. As she felt his hand leave, her eyelids fluttered open a crack, and she watched him quietly.

The moment Wyatt withdrew his hand, he realized she wasn’t asleep.

"Third Uncle, I thought this was a dream." After sleeping for a few hours, her voice was still raspy, like a smoker’s.

When Wyatt had turned on the light, he’d seen the bruises on her neck. They weren’t as red as they had appeared in the video; they were already turning purple.

He pushed her hair aside, lowered his head, and captured her lips. He kissed her deeply, but she resisted, keeping her lips sealed. It wasn’t long before he forced them open, his kiss deepening, passionate and inseparable.

When the kiss ended, Alice’s lips were moist and glistening, and her face was flushed.

He cupped her face, their foreheads touching, their breaths mingling. "And now? Does it still feel like a dream?"

From the moment he kissed her, she knew it wasn’t a dream.

—In the middle of the night, waking in a daze, she had really seen Wyatt Sterling.

"Does your neck still hurt?" he asked softly.

Alice didn’t answer, so he didn’t press. He took off his jacket, lay down beside her, and pulled her into his arms. "We’ll talk when you wake up."

Alice never asked Wyatt Sterling why he had rushed to her bedside in the middle of the night. He was the type of person who was skilled at coaxing people when he was in a good mood. If she asked, she would only hear what he wanted her to hear, just another way to placate her.

’It didn’t feel real.’

She closed her eyes and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

What had been a restless night became peaceful after Wyatt’s arrival. She didn’t dream and slept soundly until dawn.

「The next morning.」

Alice woke up late. She instinctively rolled over to look at the other side of the bed. It was empty, and the pillow held no lingering warmth.

’Was last night a dream?’

She raised a hand to her lips, reliving last night’s passionate kiss. She swallowed, and a sharp pain brought her back to her senses.

’It hurts so much...’

She got out of bed to look in the mirror. The red marks on her neck had turned purple. They didn’t seem to cover as large an area, but they were still visually shocking.

After washing up, she came out and urgently stopped a maid to ask, "Did my Third Uncle come here?"