After His Sweetheart Moved In, He Came Home Every Night-Chapter 157: He Asked: Alice York, Are You Satisfied With Me?
Alice York pursed her lips and said nothing.
Halfway through the drinks, the old man still looked fresh and energetic. Wyatt Sterling seemed to be holding up well too. His face wasn’t noticeably flushed, but his eyes told a different story—the whites were a little bloodshot, making his irises look exceptionally bright.
"Wyatt, you can really hold your liquor." The old man wasn’t going to pour any more. Drinking was for enjoyment, and going any further could lead to trouble. Despite his age, he was clear-headed about that.
A faint smile had been playing on Wyatt Sterling’s lips the whole time. "I wouldn’t dare compare myself to you, Grandpa. You’re as sharp as ever."
The old man laughed heartily, clapping Wyatt Sterling on the shoulder as he steered the conversation. "Wyatt, how long have you and our Little Girl known each other?"
"How long have we known each other..." Wyatt Sterling smiled and turned to Alice York, his deep, bright eyes fixed on her.
Alice York suddenly sat up straight.
Wyatt Sterling said, "A long, long time."
The old man pressed him. "How long is a long, long time? I need a specific number."
Wyatt Sterling shook his head. "I don’t quite remember."
Alice York looked up. Wyatt Sterling’s eyes were burning into her. Even as he answered her grandfather’s question, his gaze remained on her.
The old woman noticed this too and gave a knowing smile, waiting for her husband to continue his questions.
"Then let me ask you this: what’s your current monthly income?" The old man moved on to what he considered an important question.
After all, his monthly income would determine whether or not his Little Girl could live a good life with him. This was very important.
Wyatt Sterling thought for a moment. "I haven’t calculated the exact figure."
The old man guessed, "Seven or eight thousand? Ten thousand? No, that’s not right. Little Girl said that the more experienced a doctor is, the more in-demand they are. They can easily make thirty or forty thousand a month."
Wyatt Sterling smiled and nodded. "Something like that."
Hearing this, the old man turned to the old woman. They exchanged a glance, and she whispered, "That’s not bad."
The old man thought so too.
Experience and time were crucial for doctors; their salaries would only go up from here.
"Alright, next question." The old man asked with a cheerful smile, "Wyatt, have you ever been in a relationship before?"
When Alice York heard this, her heart inexplicably tensed. ’How will Wyatt Sterling answer?’
’What exactly was his relationship with Melody Lancaster? It was never made public, but she was always referred to as his female companion. Others called her his confidante, and everyone assumed they were boyfriend and girlfriend.’
"’Being in a relationship...’ Wyatt Sterling murmured the phrase, a faint smile rippling in his eyes."
Alice York’s fingers tightened on her chopsticks, rubbing them back and forth. But just then, she saw Wyatt Sterling shake his head and say, "I’ve never been in one."
"HAHAHAHAHA..."
The laughter erupted from Finn Hawthorne.
Everyone turned to look at him. The old woman asked irritably, "What are you laughing at?"
Finn Hawthorne didn’t explain. He turned to Alice York, who looked none too pleased, and said, "She knows what I’m laughing at."
Alice York: "..."
She shot Finn Hawthorne a glare. "Shut up."
Grinning, Finn Hawthorne turned to Wyatt Sterling, who looked equally displeased. "Hey, I didn’t say anything. We’re all men here, I get it. I’m saving face for you."
The two elders didn’t understand the comment. All the old woman knew was that this young man, Wyatt, had never been in a relationship. Her eyes lit up, and she quickly shot Alice York a meaningful look, whispering, "Little Girl, you’ve hit the jackpot. He’s a young man with a clean slate."
Alice York wanted to laugh but couldn’t. "Grandma, can you tell Grandpa to stop asking questions?"
"Hey, how could we do that? He’s the one you’ve taken a fancy to. We have to ask about everything clearly so we can be at ease."
"..."
The old man went on to ask a few more questions about his family situation, how many siblings he had, and so on. He wasn’t digging for every last detail, just getting a general understanding.
By the end of the questioning, Wyatt Sterling had slumped over. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
The after-effects of the baijiu hit fast, rushing straight to his head. Wyatt Sterling had been holding on at first, but it seemed he couldn’t take it anymore. He propped his forehead up with his hand, silent.
"Wyatt, can you still eat?" the old man asked, leaning closer.
Wyatt Sterling grunted in response, but his body didn’t move.
The old man looked up at Alice York with a cheerful grin. "He’s drunk himself under the table."
Mason Cheney remained seated, waiting for Alice York’s instruction.
Alice York got up, came over, and bent down to speak into Wyatt Sterling’s ear. "Should I help you go rest?"
He didn’t react or acknowledge her.
Alice York placed a hand on the crook of his arm, intending to get a closer look at his condition and see just how drunk he was. But the moment her hand touched him, Wyatt Sterling grabbed it.
Startled, Alice York tried to pull her hand back but couldn’t. His grip was too tight.
Since she really couldn’t get free, she gave up and said to Mason Cheney, "Come help him to bed."
Mason Cheney immediately stood up and came over, and the old man also moved to help.
Once Wyatt Sterling was on his feet, he seemed to sober up slightly. He brushed away their supporting hands, pulled Alice York toward him, and rested his chin on her shoulder. "You take me."
Alice York’s limbs froze, and she didn’t know how to react.
The two elders exchanged a look, their gazes full of meaning.
Wyatt Sterling pressed close to Alice York. His warm breath, tinged with alcohol, ghosted across the nape of her neck like a feather. It tickled, but this time, it was her heart that itched.
She supported his arm and could feel that he wasn’t putting his full weight on her. He was half-sober.
"Well, why don’t you get up first," she said.
After a few seconds, Wyatt Sterling slowly lifted his head. His unusually bright eyes watched her quietly, making Alice York’s heart skip a beat.
She quickly averted her gaze and said to the elders, "Grandpa, Grandma, he’s drunk. I’ll take him to rest first."
"Go on, go on," the old man said, waving his hand with a cheerful smile.
The old woman was smiling too, her grin stretching from ear to ear.
Mason Cheney thought to himself that his job here was done. ’Now I just have to keep an eye on Finn Hawthorne and make sure he doesn’t run off.’
「...」
They said she was helping Wyatt Sterling upstairs, but in reality, Alice York was leading him by the hand.
He followed her quietly, step for step, climbing the stairs neither ahead of her nor behind. His coordination with her felt so perfect it was almost telepathic.
Once upstairs, she found her room and pushed the door open. The elders cleaned it often, so the room was spotless and spacious.
"Third Uncle, you can rest here." She tried to let go of his hand, but couldn’t.
Wyatt Sterling held on tightly, scanning the room. "Is this the room you stay in when you come back?"
"Mhm," Alice York nodded. "Grandpa and Grandma clean it often. The sheets have been changed; it’s clean."
Wyatt Sterling withdrew his gaze from the room and looked at Alice York. At the same time, he gave a slight tug on her wrist, pulling her into his arms.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Alice York pushed against him, trying to keep some distance.
"There’s no one else here," he said, lowering his head to rest his chin on her shoulder, just as he had downstairs.
Alice York didn’t push him away, letting him lean on her like that. "Aren’t you supposed to be drunk?"
"I’m holding up," he said.
Alice York said, "Drinking too much baijiu is hard on the stomach. I’ll go make you some millet porridge later."
"Okay," he replied.
The atmosphere turned warm for a moment. Alice York led Wyatt Sterling to lie down, and he complied, but after he was on the bed, he pulled her down with him.
"Don’t... The door isn’t closed," she said, growing anxious.
Wyatt Sterling held her by the waist and chuckled lowly. "I’m not going to do anything."
’Alice York didn’t believe him. This man was a pathological liar the moment they were in bed together. It was always like this. He’d say he wouldn’t do anything, but a moment later his hands would start to wander. He’d say he just wanted a kiss, but in the blink of an eye, he’d be thrusting into her so hard she couldn’t speak. There were too many instances of him coaxing and deceiving her like that...’
Wyatt Sterling let out a muffled laugh and leaned down to kiss Alice York’s cheek. "The elders are very satisfied with me. What about you?"
Alice York’s eyes darted around. "What about me...?"
Wyatt Sterling asked, enunciating each word, "Alice York, are you satisfied with me today?"
