After His Sweetheart Moved In, He Came Home Every Night-Chapter 68: Drunken Life, Dreamy Death

’End what?’

But before Alice York could ask, Wyatt Sterling was already leading her toward the elevators.

After leaving the club and getting into the car, Alice York dazedly looked back. Wyatt Sterling turned her head to face forward. "What? You want to spend the night here?"

Alice York immediately shook her head.

Seeing that she was behaving, Wyatt Sterling told Mason Cheney, "Drive."

The car slowly pulled away, heading back to the Churchill estate.

Alice York was lost in thought, but in the end, she couldn’t resist looking back again. Wyatt Sterling suddenly had Mason Cheney stop the car. "If you want to look so badly, get out and do it."

She turned her head and met Wyatt Sterling’s furious gaze. That rebellious streak of hers flared up, and she opened the car door, ready to get out.

Wyatt Sterling’s face darkened as he seized her wrist. "Do you really think I’m in a good mood? Is that why you’re determined to test me?"

Alice York explained, "I just want to know where Kyle Churchill is."

The moment she mentioned Kyle Churchill, Wyatt Sterling’s expression turned even fouler. "So concerned about him. Don’t tell me you actually developed feelings for him these past few days?"

’Those words would make anyone uncomfortable.’

’He knew it wasn’t true. He was just saying it to be cruel.’

She yanked her hand away. "Can’t I even ask?"

’Kyle Churchill obviously had malicious intentions for tonight’s meeting. Since Wyatt Sterling got away so easily, Kyle must have suffered for it. But what if... what if Wyatt had killed him!’

’He’d run so many "special industries" over the years. Alice knew all too well that his mindset was nothing like a legitimate businessman’s. She was afraid he would do something terrible, afraid he would come to a bad end one day.’

’The mere thought made her heart race with fear.’

"The Kyle Churchill you’re so worried about is currently living in a drunken stupor."

Wyatt Sterling’s cold voice cut in.

Alice York froze. "What do you mean by that?"

Wyatt Sterling said, "The literal meaning."

’Then that meant...’

Just then, Wyatt Sterling grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Do you want to know what Kyle Churchill had planned for me tonight?"

Alice wanted to shake her head, but he held her chin so tightly she couldn’t move.

Wyatt Sterling’s lips curled into a smirk. "He wanted to get me hooked on drugs."

Alice was rendered speechless. ’Drug addiction... That was the most terrifying thing in the world. Once you were hooked, your life was essentially over.’

"Third Uncle, how did you get away?"

’He was alone tonight, but Kyle Churchill wasn’t.’

Wyatt Sterling released her chin and said nonchalantly, "I just stuck the syringe in him instead. As for the goons he brought, they were as pathetic as he is."

Alice’s eyes widened. Her focus was on one thing. "Third Uncle, you... you stuck the syringe in Kyle? Then doesn’t that mean he’s...?"

Wyatt Sterling said, "He was already hooked on that stuff."

Alice was even more shocked to hear that. "He was already? Does Uncle Churchill know?"

"He’ll know tomorrow."

...

「The next morning」

First thing in the morning, William Churchill received an express envelope. The shipping label had been torn off. It felt like a thick stack of something, but he had no idea what it was.

He tore open the seal. His fingertips brushed against what felt like photographs. When he pulled them out and saw them, his vision went dark, and he nearly fainted.

"Someone! Someone, get in here!"

He slammed his hand on the desk, shouting. The butler hurried in. "Sir, what is it? What happened?"

William Churchill clutched the thick stack of photos and asked, "Who sent this?"

The butler quickly replied, "It came from the hospital. They said it was the young master’s medical records, so I accepted it without a second thought."

William Churchill’s face was livid with rage. "Go and get Kyle Churchill for me!"

’That little bastard!’

’He’s out there messing around and doesn’t even know how to cover his tracks!’

’And now someone has these kinds of photos of him. The sender didn’t state their purpose, which makes this a ticking time bomb.’

When he saw the butler standing there hesitantly, William Churchill guessed what was wrong. With a SLAM, he slapped the photos down on the desk. "That scoundrel didn’t come home last night, did he?"

The butler nodded. "Yes, the young master didn’t come back all night."

Enraged, William Churchill slammed his hand on the desk again. "That scoundrel! He does nothing but cause me trouble all day long."

He looked up and saw the butler still standing there dumbly. William Churchill barked, "What are you standing there gawking for? Go find that scoundrel and bring him back!"

"Yes, yes, of course. I’ll go find the young master right away."

The butler had just reached the door when he was suddenly called to a halt by William Churchill again. "Wait!"

The butler turned around. "Do you have any other instructions, Sir?"

William Churchill said, "Send more men to find that scoundrel. And you, find out who sent this package. Contact them as soon as possible. It’d be best if it’s just about money. What I’m afraid of is that they’ll want to negotiate."

"Yes, sir." The butler nodded.

The entire Churchill household was in an uproar first thing in the morning. Alice York had just come downstairs when she saw the butler gathering staff and assigning tasks.

When she learned they were searching for Kyle Churchill, who had been gone all night, Alice immediately perked up and went to knock on Wyatt Sterling’s door.

"Third Uncle?"

After a moment, the door opened.

Wyatt Sterling emerged from the room, dressed in a crisp white shirt and a perfectly tailored suit jacket. He had a habit of not wearing a tie, which gave him a casual, languid air that was all the more captivating for a man his age.

She snapped out of her daze and found Wyatt Sterling staring at her.

She broke into a smile and called out, "Third Uncle."

Wyatt Sterling grunted in acknowledgment and brushed past her, clearly on his way to do something.

Alice fell into step behind him. "Kyle Churchill didn’t come home last night. I just saw the butler gathering men to search for him."

Wyatt Sterling just grunted again without another word.

Alice had no choice but to keep following him. But he soon stopped, turned around, and his gaze landed on her neck. "Feeling better?"

His sudden concern caught Alice off guard, and she was a beat too slow to respond.

It wasn’t until Wyatt Sterling asked, "No improvement?"

"No... I mean, it’s much better! My throat doesn’t hurt at all today. I’ve been taking the medicine and using the ointment." She finished with a sweet smile.

Wyatt Sterling’s gaze lingered on her neck. The bruising looked a bit lighter than yesterday; it was getting better.

"And your hands?" His gaze shifted down to her hands.

Alice immediately held out her hands, palms up, for him to see. "They’re much better, too."

She was acting like a student being questioned by a teacher, looking impossibly well-behaved.

Wyatt Sterling’s lips curled into a smile. As he turned to leave, he said, "Alright. Go do what you want. You don’t have to follow me."

Huh?

’Go do what she wanted?’

Seeing Wyatt Sterling walking away, she, still not understanding, hurried after him. "Third Uncle."

Wyatt Sterling said, "I told you not to follow me."

Alice paused for three seconds before hurrying to catch up again. "Did you mean I can go out?"

He grunted in affirmation.

Alice’s face lit up with surprise and joy. "Then... does that mean I can... go see Zoe?"

He grunted again.

This time, Alice stopped in her tracks. She cupped her cheeks, unable to contain her happiness. She had no idea why Wyatt Sterling was being so generous today, but all that mattered was that he’d agreed to let her see Zoe.

’And here she’d been worrying about how to convince him to let her go.’

Wyatt Sterling was already some distance away when he realized the light footsteps behind him had stopped. He paused and glanced back.

There she was by the flowerbed, her hands cupping her cheeks, radiating pure joy.

He cracked a small smile. ’She’s surprisingly easy to please,’ he thought.

But the moment Holden Locke’s face came to mind, the smile vanished from his lips. ’Fine,’ he thought. ’Just for today.’