After His Sweetheart Moved In, He Came Home Every Night-Chapter 151: A Surprisingly Strong Little Hand
Meanwhile, inside the room.
Finn Hawthorne had his phone. Mason Cheney had given it to him, and he hadn’t left; he stood guard nearby, watching him make the call.
Seeing Finn Hawthorne hesitate, Mason Cheney kindly urged him, "Young Young Master Hawthorne, you don’t have much time with the phone. Please cherish every second."
Hearing this, Finn Hawthorne’s hand gripping the phone tightened until the veins bulged. "I hate being threatened."
Mason Cheney offered a formulaic smile. "Young Young Master Hawthorne, a friendly reminder that this is the only phone you’ll get. If you crush it, that’s it. Please don’t try to act tough."
"..."
Finn Hawthorne closed his eyes for a moment.
After dialing Felix Hawthorne’s number, he called out with exceptional calm, "Bro."
"Finn."
"Bro, it’s me."
Felix Hawthorne asked him, "Where are you?"
Finn Hawthorne replied, "On vacation."
The other end of the line instantly fell silent.
Finn Hawthorne hung his head, his hand dangling limply over his knee, the very picture of dejection. "Bro, the person didn’t die. I was so scared at the time, I wasn’t thinking straight and thought they were dead. It’s all been taken care of now."
There was still no sound from the other end of the line.
Finn Hawthorne actually knew Felix Hawthorne quite well. On the surface, he was a gentle, modest, and dashing gentleman, but in reality, he was ruthless and black-hearted. He always handled the most troublesome matters with a smile on his face, including things like chopping off people’s hands and feet.
Even though Finn Hawthorne had long been spoiled by the Hawthorne Family, he was still instinctively obedient when facing his own brother.
"Bro, I really have handled this. You don’t need to worry. I’m fine now," Finn Hawthorne said, his heart pounding with fear.
Felix Hawthorne’s voice came through, his tone as gentle and harmless as ever. "Good. When you’re done having fun, come back to Arden."
Finn Hawthorne said, "I know."
Just as he finished speaking, he heard Felix Hawthorne let out a cold laugh on the other end. "Finn, you’ve never been one to repeat yourself about something."
Finn Hawthorne: "..."
’It’s over. I didn’t even realize I was doing it.’
"It’s fine. I trust you can handle it. I’ll also stress this one more time: come back to Arden soon," Felix Hawthorne said from the other end, his tone unhurried.
Just as he was about to hang up, Finn Hawthorne suddenly cried out, "Bro!"
As he shouted, the rims of his eyes faintly reddened.
Mason Cheney took a step forward, his eyes warning him—don’t say anything you shouldn’t.
Finn Hawthorne shot Mason Cheney a glare and continued speaking to the person on the phone. "Bro, tell me, is our sister coming back soon?"
Felix Hawthorne replied with a heavy "Mhm." "Vera is coming back soon."
The person on the other end of the line sounded down. Finn Hawthorne felt the same way and said in a thick voice, "When our sister gets back, I’m going to give her the best of everything in this world."
Felix Hawthorne’s mood seemed to lift slightly. "Good. We’ll give it all to her."
After ending the call, Finn Hawthorne tossed the phone to Mason Cheney and said loudly, "Get the hell out."
Mason Cheney caught the phone steadily and asked from the side, "Young Young Master Hawthorne, were you crying?"
"You’re the one who’s crying! Your whole family is crying!" Finn Hawthorne retorted childishly.
Mason Cheney remained unbothered. "Neither I nor my family are crying, but thank you for your concern, Young Young Master Hawthorne. Also, you should pack up. We’re leaving immediately."
"Where to?" Finn Hawthorne looked up.
Mason Cheney: "No comment for now."
"..."
Half an hour later, Alice York followed Wyatt Sterling into an SUV.
Mason Cheney was driving, and in the passenger seat was—Finn Hawthorne.
The four of them were in one car.
As soon as Finn Hawthorne got in the car, he kept asking where they were going, but no one answered him. Alice York had wanted to ask too, but since Finn was asking nonstop, she felt she would sound just as foolish if she joined in.
Wyatt Sterling glanced at her. "Is there something you want to ask?"
Alice York shook her head vigorously. "Nope."
A smile played on Wyatt Sterling’s lips. "Is it because he’s in the car? Does that make you uncomfortable?"
Alice York just shook her head again.
With a stranger in the car, she didn’t want to act too intimate with Wyatt Sterling. She even slid over to the far side of her seat, putting distance between them.
Wyatt Sterling had been holding back ever since Alice York had shifted away. Now at his limit, he reached out, grabbed her, and pulled her back. "You’re sitting so far away. Can you even hear me when I speak?"
Alice York pushed against his hard chest and whispered, "Third Uncle, don’t... do... this."
"Do what?" Wyatt Sterling’s hand clamped down on Alice York’s shoulder, preventing her from moving away again.
Up front, Finn Hawthorne secretly glanced back and tsked. "What a family disgrace."
In Finn Hawthorne’s eyes, this kind of relationship between Wyatt Sterling and Alice York was just a mess—in common terms, a family disgrace.
Alice York was so flustered her neck turned red. She stammered, "You’re not allowed to look back here."
Finn Hawthorne shook his head. "I wasn’t trying to look. You guys are making such a commotion, it’s hard not to notice."
"Hiss."
"..."
Just as Finn Hawthorne finished speaking, he heard a low hiss from the back seat.
Alice York had boldly pinched Wyatt Sterling’s thigh. "This is all your fault."
Wyatt Sterling glanced down at the spot on his thigh she had pinched. "Your little hands are surprisingly strong."
Alice York: "Let go."
Wyatt Sterling ignored her words completely.
Alice York said it again. "Let go of me."
Wyatt Sterling’s jaw tensed. "You can just ignore his existence."
Alice York gritted her teeth. "I can’t."
Wyatt Sterling tilted his head. "Then we’ll just throw him out of the car."
Finn Hawthorne: "..."
’Unbelievable. Why am I the one taking collateral damage from their flirting?’
"Can I just cover my eyes?" Finn Hawthorne, afraid of being thrown out of the car, proactively suggested.
Wyatt Sterling: "Cover your ears, too."
Finn Hawthorne’s brain short-circuited for a second. "But I only have two hands."
The driver, Mason Cheney, kindly reminded him, "Young Young Master Hawthorne, you can just close your eyes."
"..." ’Oh, right. Thanks.’
Alice York stole a glance at Wyatt Sterling. ’He really is as fierce and domineering as ever.’
They continued like this for the whole way. Once the car left the city, Alice York faintly began to realize something.
She didn’t ask, wanting to wait a little longer to confirm her suspicion.
So, as they passed through the county and onto the route toward the small town, Alice York was finally certain. Wyatt Sterling wasn’t taking her to some strange place—he was taking her back to the small town to see her grandparents...
"Third Uncle," Alice York suddenly grabbed Wyatt Sterling’s hand.
He grasped it back. "Speak."
Alice York suppressed the surging emotions in her heart. "I’ve already been to see my grandparents."
Wyatt Sterling replied, "But you were only there for half a day, weren’t you?"
Her eyes instantly warmed with unshed tears.
Wyatt Sterling squeezed her hand. "The old man gave you two days. That means two days. Even if there was a delay, you have to make it up."
"Third Uncle..."
"Don’t wipe your tears and snot on me," he said, deliberately putting on a stern face.
Alice York had been overwhelmed with emotion, her eyes already red, but hearing him say that, she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
Her gaze shifted, landing on Finn Hawthorne in the passenger seat. ’When I didn’t know where we were going, there might have been a reason to bring him along.’
’But now that I know we’re going to my grandparents’ place, why bring Finn Hawthorne?’
So, she voiced her confusion.
But Wyatt Sterling only said, "When we get there, you’ll know why."
