After His Sweetheart Moved In, He Came Home Every Night-Chapter 138: You Can’t Do This

"Pay attention."

Wyatt Sterling grabbed Alice York’s chin, forcing her to look at him. "Remember what I said. You’re forbidden from getting too close to Owen Sterling again."

Alice really thought he was acting like a jealous husband. She turned her head, dodging his hand. "Who I associate with is my own business. You’re overstepping your bounds."

"If I didn’t keep you in line, you’d be completely out of control," he said coldly.

But Alice retorted, "If I had wings, would you cut them off?"

This time, Wyatt Sterling didn’t have an answer.

But even in his silence, Alice was certain. "You would. You absolutely would. You’d destroy anyone or anything that goes against your will without a second thought!"

"You’re taking this too far."

Wyatt Sterling’s expression darkened.

"Am I the one taking it too far?" Alice shot back. "You’re the one who’s being unreasonable!"

Wyatt Sterling’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his breath hot. "Say that again!"

So Alice said it, and she said it several times. "You’re unreasonable. You’re unreasonable. Wyatt Sterling is just unreasonab—"

She didn’t even finish the third time before her mouth was sealed shut by his.

A long while later.

The bedroom finally fell quiet.

Alice lay on her stomach, completely still.

Wyatt Sterling brushed aside the sweat-dampened tips of her hair at the nape of her neck, revealing a lustrous shoulder. He lowered his head and placed a soft kiss on it.

Just then, Wyatt Sterling reached out a long arm and scooped her up.

Alice seized the opportunity to bite the back of his hand.

’My body is weak, but my teeth can still bite.’

She bit down hard, but the man didn’t even grunt, simply letting her bite him.

Her teeth started to ache and her jaw grew tired, so she had no choice but to let go.

Then, she heard a low chuckle rumble from his throat, a blatant jab at her. "Is that all the bite force you’ve got? Are you trying to bite tofu?"

"..."

’Great. Not very painful, but extremely humiliating!’

In the darkness, Alice couldn’t see what kind of mark she’d left on the back of Wyatt Sterling’s hand. Since she hadn’t tasted blood, it probably hadn’t broken the skin.

But she felt she had bitten very hard; the mark must be deep. ’He actually said it didn’t hurt. He must be just enduring it.’

Alice suddenly smiled, feeling quite pleased with herself. Then, she reached out to touch his face.

As her hand touched his cheek, he caught it. His voice was still very hoarse. "Don’t get handsy."

Alice’s voice was soft. "Is touching your face ’getting handsy’?"

"Trying to read my expression? Think I’m hiding the pain?" Of course, he knew her little scheme.

Alice giggled, wriggled her hand free, and began to trace his features with her fingertips, one by one.

The thick, dark arch of his brows, the bridge of his nose as straight as a mountain ridge, his philtrum, his lips, his jaw...

Then, Alice’s hand stopped at his jaw.

Wyatt Sterling’s lips curled into a smile. "Why not continue downward?"

Alice huffed lightly. "I may not be able to see, but I’m not an idiot."

’He’s really teasing me like I’m a fool.’

After speaking, she gave his sweaty chest a push. He caught her hand, his palm enveloping hers, and it immediately felt clammy with sweat.

Disgusted, she pulled her hand back and wrapped her arms around his neck instead. "Wyatt Sterling, carry me to the shower."

"What did you call me?" he asked, deliberately putting on a stern face.

Alice wasn’t afraid of him now. "Wyatt Sterling, Wyatt Sterling, Wyatt Sterling. Did you hear me clearly this time?"

He didn’t get angry. Instead, he laughed. "Getting more and more spirited."

Alice huffed. "Well, you’re the one who spoils me."

Unexpectedly, Wyatt Sterling actually took the blame. "Mm, that I do."

Alice glanced at him. "So, are you going to carry me or not?"

"So delicate." Though he called her delicate, his arms were already reaching out to lift her.

His broad back tensed, and with powerful force, he effortlessly lifted her from the bed. The sudden feeling of being airborne made Alice feel for a moment like she was about to be thrown.

She instinctively clung tightly to his shoulders, so hard that her nails dug into the flesh of his back.

He suddenly said in a cold voice, "There’s not a single patch of good skin left on my back."

Alice curled her fingers, retracting her nails. "Can’t you just lift me properly next time? I almost thought you were going to fling me across the room."

Though she grumbled, she couldn’t muster any real anger right now. Even her attempts to sound fierce came out soft and weak, lacking any bite.

Wyatt Sterling said, "Your man has plenty of strength."

"..."

’He’s so full of himself!’

After their shower, Alice was once again carried out by Wyatt Sterling. She hadn’t taken even half a step the entire time.

But the bed... sigh. Just looking at it was enough to make one shake their head.

Alice had Wyatt Sterling put her down in the single armchair, then began ordering the man around. "Go change the sheets."

Wyatt Sterling raised an eyebrow. "Ordering me around?"

Alice lifted her chin, perfectly capturing an imperious air. "Well, you’re the one who caused this mess. If you don’t change them, who will?"

If he hadn’t insisted on coming over tonight, the bed would still be fragrant, soft, and tidy, and she could have slept soundly until morning. Just the thought of it made her happy.

But instead, this was all because he came!

Seeing her feisty display, Wyatt Sterling couldn’t help but feel pleased. A handsome curve formed on his lips as he walked toward the bed. "Fine, I’ll change them."

Her gaze shifted from the bed to Wyatt Sterling. They had showered together just now, so he was currently shirtless, with only a bath towel tied around his waist.

The pattern on the towel was a pink Chiikawa. Alice had just bought it and had only used it once.

As he was changing the sheets now, the pattern bobbed back and forth in front of Alice, and she couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

Wyatt Sterling turned around. "What’s so funny?"

The curve of Alice’s lips was wide. "I’m laughing because it’s funny."

He glanced down at the towel around his waist. "It’s not bad. Just a bit small."

After speaking, he looked at her. "Buy me another one. I’ll use it next time I’m here."

"Don’t even think about it. This is a one-time thing."

Tonight was already stimulating and crazy enough. If they were reckless in this room again, she would really have a breakdown.

After Wyatt Sterling finished changing the sheets, he turned to see Alice sitting in the chair, hugging her knees and lost in thought. Her glistening toes were pressed against the edge of the chair, twitching from time to time, and the sight made his mouth go dry.

"It’s done," he said, walking toward her. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

As Wyatt Sterling approached, Alice almost habitually stretched out both her arms. A hidden smile in his eyes, Wyatt bent down, lifted her up, and turned toward the large bed.

They had both already washed up, so this time he didn’t mess around. He simply pulled the covers over them and gathered Alice into his arms.

Alice, her back to his chest, jabbed him with her elbow. "Remember to take care of the trash can tomorrow morning."

’The tissues inside, and the condoms he brought.’

Wyatt Sterling held her. "Go to sleep."

Alice’s eyelids were heavy, but she didn’t dare sleep until she’d finished what she had to say. "And the sheets. Remind me to throw them in the washing machine."

He said, "Go to sleep."

Alice continued, "And your clothes. You have to get rid of them cleanly. Nothing can be left behind, those..."

"You seem to have some extra energy. Should we... again...?"

"Shut up. No talking when it’s time to sleep."

She obediently closed her eyes and fell into a very, very deep sleep.

When she woke up the next morning, Wyatt Sterling had already taken care of everything she’d instructed him about the night before. The entire room was scrubbed clean of any trace of his presence. Even the body wash and toiletries that had been knocked over in the bathroom were set upright, and he had even lit some lavender incense.

Alice chewed on her thumbnail, skeptical. ’Did Wyatt Sterling really clean all this up?’