After His Sweetheart Moved In, He Came Home Every Night-Chapter 82: Wyatt Sterling Goes Mad for Love

Alice whimpered and sobbed.

Her soft, aggrieved sobs were enough to break anyone’s heart.

Owen raised a hand to wipe away her tears. "Alice, I’m sorry for being so slow. I never realized how you felt, that you’ve secretly been in love with me for so many years."

Alice tilted her head, nuzzling her face against Owen’s palm. "I love you... *hic*... I’ve always loved you. Always and forever..."

His face filled with affection. "Alice."

Further away.

The temperature inside the Bentley plummeted, becoming crushingly oppressive.

Mason Cheney’s back was ramrod straight. His hands were on the steering wheel, and though he was drenched in sweat, he didn’t dare move an inch.

In the distance was the sight of Alice and Owen in an embrace.

From the back seat, rage boiled over.

Mason Cheney wanted to die. ’Miss York, you’ll be the death of me! How is anyone supposed to survive you...’

"Run them over."

The voice from the back seat sent a chill down Mason Cheney’s spine. He immediately pulled himself together. "But Third Master, if I run them over, you’ll get hurt."

’He didn’t care about himself—a few bruises would be nothing. But with Third Master in the back seat, the force of the impact would be too great. Something terrible could happen.’

Wyatt Sterling’s voice was grim. "I said run them over."

"Yes, sir."

Mason Cheney gripped the steering wheel, flipped on the high beams, and floored the accelerator while keeping his foot on the brake. The car let out a tremendous roar, like a ferocious beast lying in wait in the darkness.

The moment he released the brake, the car shot forward like a rocket, hurtling toward the distant pair—

The high beams were blinding. Owen instinctively pressed Alice’s face into his chest and raised a hand to shield his eyes from the light.

Owen had noticed the Bentley the moment it started roaring.

With the high beams on, he couldn’t make out who was inside, nor did he expect the car to lurch forward so aggressively and charge straight at them.

Seeing that things were going south, Owen tried to pull Alice away.

But it was too late. The car was hurtling toward them far, far faster than he had anticipated. There was no time to escape.

His first instinct was to pull Alice into his arms, shielding her by turning his back to the oncoming car.

Mason Cheney’s foot on the accelerator didn’t waver in the slightest. He knew Third Master was genuinely enraged and truly intended to kill. All he had to do was follow his orders and ram them, regardless of the consequences. It didn’t matter who died...

However, at that critical moment, Wyatt Sterling’s voice came from the back seat.

"Stop."

SCREECH—

The Bentley screeched to a halt right behind Owen Sterling.

It stopped less than four inches away—a terrifyingly close call.

The car door was thrown open, and Wyatt Sterling stepped out, his expression dark. The bleak night wind whipped at the hem of his coat, and his chilling aura was like that of a demon emerging from the shadows.

Owen opened his eyes and looked back, discovering the car had stopped less than four inches behind him.

He didn’t dare to imagine what would have happened if it were any closer. He and Alice would have been thrown through the air.

But when his gaze shifted to the side, he was shocked to see that the car’s owner was none other than Wyatt Sterling!

Before Owen could process what was happening, Wyatt strode over and, without a word, snatched Alice away from him.

"Third Uncle, what are you doing?"

Owen had never imagined that Wyatt would come over just to rip Alice from his arms.

By the time he reacted, Alice was already in Wyatt’s arms. He tried to get her back but couldn’t even touch the hem of her clothes.

"What am I doing? Isn’t it obvious?" Wyatt’s lips curled into a cruel, bloodthirsty smile.

Owen knew Wyatt’s temper. Especially with Alice in his grasp, he couldn’t afford to be reckless.

He tried his best to remain calm. "Third Uncle, if you have a problem with me, I’ll accept any punishment you see fit. I just beg you, please let Alice go."

Wyatt looked down at the woman in his arms, the fury in his eyes bordering on madness. "Let her go? I will *never* let her go in this lifetime!"

With that, Wyatt swept Alice up into his arms and turned to leave.

Seeing that Wyatt intended to take her away, Owen rushed forward to block his path. "Third Uncle, put Alice down."

Wyatt ignored him, his expression terrifyingly cold.

"Third Uncle, I’m saying it one more time. Put Alice down!" Owen was ready to drop all pretenses.

Wyatt glanced at him sidelong. "What? You want to make a move?"

Owen gritted his teeth. "What’s a fight compared to what you just did? When your car charged at me, you were trying to take my life."

Wyatt said, "Good. As long as you know."

"Third Uncle..." Hearing Wyatt admit it himself, Owen felt a tremor in his heart.

He hadn’t wanted to believe that the third uncle he had always respected would suddenly try to kill him.

But when confronted, not only did Wyatt fail to make an excuse, he openly admitted to his murderous intent!

"Why? I never planned to fight you for the inheritance, so why would you want to kill me?" In the end, Owen valued their family ties more than anything; he wanted a reason.

’Was it something I did, or was Wyatt just born this cold-blooded?’

"You’re not fighting me?" A crazed look settled in Wyatt’s eyes. "Let me tell you, if there is a next time, I will take your life."

With that, Wyatt strode toward the Bentley, still carrying Alice.

Owen didn’t understand what Wyatt meant by "a next time." He wanted to stop him, but he couldn’t. Mason Cheney had him pinned.

Before becoming Wyatt’s assistant, Mason had been a bodyguard. Anyone without formal training stood no chance against him. Owen had never learned Muay Thai or Sanda; he only had brute strength, which was nothing but flashy, useless moves in front of Mason. He was easily subdued.

"Third Uncle!!"

Owen struggled with all his might, but Mason kicked the back of his knee, forcing him to his knees.

He hunched over, panting heavily, his sweat-matted hair hanging in a mess over his forehead.

He stared in their direction, his eyes bloodshot. "Third Uncle, I’m begging you, please let Alice go. Please... She’s already suffered so much because of the Sterlings. Just let her be..."

SLAM. The car door shut.

Alice tumbled into the back seat, her body slumping to the side as if boneless.

She drifted in and out of consciousness. She could open her eyes, but she couldn’t recognize anyone or make sense of what was happening.

She heard the sounds of a scuffle, accompanied by a series of heart-wrenching shouts. She wanted to know who was calling for her and tried to push herself up, but her arms were useless.

Wyatt scooped her up and brushed the hair from her face. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

The dome light came on, illuminating her radiant, soul-stealing beauty. He watched her for a moment, the burning anger and desire in his eyes intertwined. He wanted to protect her like a priceless treasure, and at the same time, he wanted to tear her to shreds.

"Wy...att... Ster...ling..."

Her lush, red lips parted, speaking his name one syllable at a time.

The anger in Wyatt’s eyes dissipated, replaced by an overwhelming desire to consume her. He stared at her face and asked, "Say it again. Who am I?"

Alice struggled to pry her eyes open.

When she finally saw the face before her, she let out a soft chuckle and murmured, "I’d never get it wrong... Never..."