After His Sweetheart Moved In, He Came Home Every Night-Chapter 83: She Said She Wants a Kiss

After speaking, Alice York closed her eyes again.

Just now, the moment Wyatt Sterling had pulled her over, she had smelled a familiar cedar scent. It was incredibly reassuring, and all she wanted was to lean against his chest without moving.

A cacophony of voices filled her ears. It sounded like many people were talking, but she couldn’t make out a single word. She only vaguely heard someone calling her name, Alice.

Again and again.

The calls were heart-rending.

She struggled to pry her eyes open to see clearly, but all she could make out was a sharp jawline. She raised her hand, wanting to touch that chin, to tell him not to be so fierce. She didn’t like it when he looked so fierce.

But as soon as her hand was raised, Wyatt Sterling grabbed it.

At the same time, the car window slowly rolled down, stopping at an angle that directly faced Owen Sterling, who was pinned to the ground by Mason Cheney.

"Alice, Alice..." Owen Sterling saw Alice York in the car. He tried to get up but was held down firmly by Mason Cheney.

With his hands twisted behind his back, Owen Sterling couldn’t exert any strength. His face was flushed red as he asked hysterically, "Third Uncle, Third Uncle, where are you sending Alice this time?"

Until this very moment, Owen Sterling still believed that Wyatt Sterling was forcibly taking Alice York away tonight to send her somewhere else, or to give her to someone. They had always treated Alice like a commodity to be traded in the world of fame and fortune.

But then, something completely unexpected happened...

Wyatt Sterling grabbed Alice York by the neck, shot a glance at Owen, and then lowered his head.

The car window was wide open.

And the car was parked directly under a streetlight.

Owen Sterling, standing in the distance, could see the scene unfolding inside the car with perfect clarity.

His breath hitched, his eyes filled with disbelief and shock. ’That man is Wyatt Sterling... It’s Wyatt Sterling! But why him? Why would it be him?’

’No.’

’Alice is drunk.’

’Alice isn’t conscious right now.’

’Wyatt Sterling is taking advantage of her! He’s only doing this because Alice is drunk, and she has no idea what’s happening. She’s being violated by Wyatt Sterling while she’s in this state!’

Owen Sterling’s eyes were bloodshot. He gritted his teeth and struggled with all his might. "Let me go! Mason Cheney, let me go! Alice can’t be defiled by Third Uncle! She doesn’t deserve to be treated like this..."

"Let me go save Alice! Let go of me! Alice is waiting for me!"

Mason Cheney rolled his eyes. "Young Master, don’t worry about things that aren’t your concern. You’ll only drag yourself down."

As soon as he finished speaking, the car drove off.

Wyatt Sterling was driving himself. The car quickly disappeared down the street.

Mason Cheney released his grip. "Young Master, just pretend tonight never happened. You didn’t see a thing!"

Before he could finish, Owen Sterling suddenly grabbed Mason Cheney by the collar. "Tell me, when did this start?"

Mason Cheney’s expression remained calm. "Young Master, you’re no match for me. If you don’t want to get hurt tonight, I suggest you let go."

But the emotional Owen Sterling couldn’t hear a word. "Tell me, when did Wyatt Sterling make a move on Alice? Why did he choose her? Alice has already been through so much..."

"Young Master, it’s not what you think."

After saying this, Mason Cheney twisted sharply, broke free from Owen Sterling’s grasp, and quickly put some distance between them.

He had to hurry and take care of all the nearby surveillance footage, including the cameras at Jade Pavilion. He didn’t linger for a second.

Watching Mason Cheney walk away, Owen Sterling looked as if his soul had left his body. He sank to one knee on the ground and didn’t get up for a long time. "Alice, Alice..."

No one paid him any mind. No one knew when he finally got up, or when he went home...

「Late night, at Shorecrest.」

When Wyatt Sterling returned with Alice York, Julian Dalton had just put Yael to sleep. Hearing a car engine, he got up and went downstairs just in time to see Wyatt carrying Alice in.

This should have been a normal sight, but Wyatt Sterling’s expression was anything but. Julian Dalton opened his mouth to make a teasing comment but immediately thought better of it and shut his mouth.

’Didn’t he just go to pick someone up?’

’Why did he come back looking so furious?’

"Is Alice..." Julian Dalton glanced over but couldn’t see her fully, only catching a glimpse of her flushed profile.

Wyatt Sterling said, "Have a maid bring something up to sober her up."

"Alright."

Julian Dalton acknowledged, then watched Wyatt’s retreating back and muttered to himself, "Some guys are just done for in this life."

Upstairs in the master bedroom, Alice was tossed onto the bed, rolling once before she came to a stop. Her clothes were disheveled, her turtleneck underneath pulled down, giving her the appearance of having been ravaged.

Wyatt Sterling pulled the belt from his waist, knelt on the bed with one knee, and grabbed both of Alice York’s hands, holding them together.

Alice felt uncomfortable. She opened her eyes and mumbled, "Don’t touch me."

"Am I just touching you? I’m tying you up. I’m going to lock you in this room forever. You’ll never be allowed to leave. You’ll only be able to see me. You’ll be mine and mine alone."

Wyatt Sterling’s eyes were blazing with fire. His grip was rough, showing no restraint as he twisted her hands together and bound them with his belt.

Alice whimpered, her voice thick with grievance as she cried out in pain.

Wyatt Sterling’s movements paused, and he unconsciously loosened his grip slightly.

Perhaps because of the alcohol, Alice’s features didn’t look as stubborn as usual. She seemed soft and docile, her true self emerging from within, evoking a sense of pity.

As if recalling some sad memory, she began to sob quietly. "Third Uncle, you’re not good to me at all."

"..."

The hands holding her captive slowly relaxed.

She continued to cry. There were no tears, but her sobs sounded genuinely aggrieved, and they seemed endless.

"..."

This time, his hands let go completely.

Immediately, Alice sat up, and with a sudden burst of strength from who-knows-where, she wrapped her arms around his neck, completely immobilizing him.

Wyatt Sterling was helpless. He placed a hand on her waist to keep her from losing her balance and falling back. "You’re the only one who has the ability to make me this angry."

Alice giggled, slid down a little, opened her mouth, and bit him.

"Tsk..."

Wyatt Sterling sucked in a sharp breath, his face darkening. He used the web of his hand to cup her chin. "Alice York, are you really drunk, or are you just pretending with me?"

Alice blinked her watery, almond-shaped eyes. "Third Uncle, are you Third Uncle?"

Wyatt Sterling clenched his teeth, his jaw tight. "Alice York!"

Alice leaned in again. "Third Uncle, I want a kiss."

"..."

’I really underestimated her. She has a talent for making people angry, but also a talent for appeasing them.’

He pushed her away with a cold expression, but the next second she clung to him again like sticky taffy. He pushed, she clung, on and on without end.

"Alice York!" Wyatt Sterling gripped her neck, but his palm exerted no force, merely holding her back from getting any closer.

Alice asked him pitifully, "Third Uncle, why don’t you want me anymore?"

"..."

"Third Uncle, say something. Why don’t you want me anymore?"

"I haven’t abandoned you."

"You’re lying! You just don’t want me anymore."

"Alice York?"

Silence.

It was as if her coquettish behavior just now had all been an illusion.

Maintaining his composure, he turned and went to the bathroom to run the water. He came out two minutes later.

Alice was lying in the bathtub.

Wyatt Sterling crouched by the side of the tub. A long moment passed before he realized he was here serving her—and on the very night he had witnessed her throwing herself into the arms of the man she liked.

He scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping him at his own expense.

He reached out and pinched her chin, the pain forcing her to open her eyes. "Do you like Owen Sterling that much?"