After His Sweetheart Moved In, He Came Home Every Night-Chapter 174: Third Uncle, Blow on It for Me

"Even if you ask me ten or a hundred times, Third Uncle, the answer will still be the same: I was careless and hurt it myself."

Alice didn’t dare tell the truth precisely because she knew Wyatt’s temper.

Besides, Nathan had already angered him. If she revealed that he was the one who’d hurt her hand, the boy was sure to face his wrath.

"Do you really think I can’t find out if you don’t tell me?" Wyatt narrowed his eyes, his presence turning dangerous.

Not wanting to anger him, Alice changed the subject. "Third Uncle, my palm hurts so much. Why don’t you blow on it for me?"

"..." 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

She held out her palm, peeling back the bandage to show him. The lightly scabbed wound was still very red. She’d treated it hastily that morning, her application of the ointment sloppy. The pungent medicinal smell wafted up the moment the wound was exposed.

When he didn’t say anything, Alice furrowed her brow and continued, "See, Third Uncle? I’m miserable."

Her voice was so soft and sweet, it was enough to make anyone’s heart ache.

"Miserable? You deserved it," he snorted.

"I deserved it, I..." They locked eyes. Alice had been about to continue playing the victim, but when she saw Wyatt’s expression, she couldn’t stop herself from laughing.

Her laugh softened Wyatt’s expression. "The fact that you can still laugh means it doesn’t hurt enough."

Alice mumbled under her breath, "But it hurts a lot."

Her little cries of pain felt like a kitten scratching at his heart. A faint smile touched Wyatt’s lips. "The medicine will be here any minute."

Alice leaned closer. "Are you really not going to blow on it for me, Third Uncle?"

They were so close he only had to lift his gaze to see her entire face.

She had put on makeup for the outing today. Her features were exquisite, impeccably beautiful, especially her eyes, which shone like a pair of crescent moons.

He stared at her for a moment, then took her hand. He slowly lowered his head and gently blew across the wound in her palm.

It was ticklish and warm. A shiver went right down her spine.

Alice tried to pull her hand back, but he held it fast. Gripping her fingers and avoiding the wound, he said, "Don’t you dare move."

"Third Uncle, it doesn’t hurt anymore. You can stop," she pleaded in a tiny voice.

Then, she heard the man let out a soft huff, a faint smile spreading across his lips.

A short while later, Mason Cheney knocked and brought in the medicine.

Alice was the expert when it came to dressing wounds, but since the injury was on her palm, it was awkward for her to do it herself. So, Wyatt took over, even putting a glove on her hand for her when he was done.

The scene reminded Alice of their trip to Washington, when he had put a glove on Melody Lancaster with the same gentleness.

"What are you thinking about?"

He could tell she was spacing out, her thoughts a million miles away.

Alice said, "I was just remembering how you put a glove on Miss Lancaster the same way, Third Uncle."

"..."

The silence that followed was palpable.

Alice stifled a laugh, cleared her throat, and asked, "Third Uncle, whose hand is smaller? Mine or Miss Lancaster’s?"

Wyatt said nothing, simply raising his eyes to gaze at her quietly.

Alice bit her lip. "I was just bored, so I asked. Don’t be mad, Third Uncle."

Wyatt’s lips parted. "You’re not the one who’s angry. Why would I be?"

Alice didn’t understand. Her lips parted slightly as she blinked her wide, almond-shaped eyes in confusion. The sight made Wyatt’s throat tighten. ’She has no idea how seductive she’s being—the lip-biting, the blinking... Not even a succubus has her skills of seduction.’

Before leaving, Wyatt pulled Alice into his arms and kissed her fiercely. He didn’t let her go until her lips were red and swollen. "Stay with me somewhere else tonight," he said before he left.

Alice wiped her mouth and stood up to leave. "I’m not going."

Wyatt watched her go, a smile unwittingly spreading across his face.

「Outside the room.」

Nathan, who had been waiting anxiously, felt most of his agitation fade when Alice finally emerged. Still, he didn’t give her a pleasant look.

Alice walked over to him. "Are you hungry?"

Nathan scowled and ignored her.

Alice reached out and ruffled Nathan’s hair. "A frown like that is a waste of such a beautiful day."

Nathan peeked at her out of the corner of his eye. When Alice smiled at him, he immediately looked away and said, "I regret it."

Alice raised an eyebrow. "Hm? Regret what?"

"I shouldn’t have come here."

’If I hadn’t come, she wouldn’t have either.’

With that, Nathan walked off alone, showing no intention of waiting for Alice.

Alice sighed and hurried to catch up.

Since it was her first time at the Sawyer estate, Alice didn’t know her way around. She had to ask a maid for directions to find Old Master Sterling.

The maid told her that as soon as the old master had arrived at the Sawyer home, he’d been stuck to Rosalind’s side. He followed her everywhere, even when she came to the small garden to cut flowers. They apparently had an endless stream of things to talk about.

"Grandpa."

Alice called out as she entered the small garden.

Simon Sterling turned, looking first at Alice, then at Nathan. "You’re both here."

Alice nodded.

Perhaps because he was in a good mood, Simon Sterling was all smiles as he asked, "Nathan, did you sleep well?"

Nathan wasn’t his usual boisterous self. He seemed subdued. "It was okay."

Simon Sterling was puzzled. "You just had a nap. Why are you still so listless?"

"Nathan rarely travels far from home. Perhaps he’s having trouble adjusting," Rosalind Sawyer said, turning around after snipping a flower.

Alice’s gaze fell on Rosalind Sawyer. It had been a few months since they last met, and Rosalind seemed to have filled out a little. Her skin was as well-maintained as ever—firm and fair. The added fullness gave her a lustrous, ripe beauty. Standing next to Simon Sterling, however, she looked less like his wife and more like his daughter-in-law.

After all, there was a more than twenty-year age gap between them.

As if sensing Alice’s stare, Rosalind looked over. Their eyes met, and Alice was the first to offer a greeting. "Grandma."

"Alice?" Rosalind stared at her.

Alice nodded. "It’s me."

Rosalind suddenly chuckled. "I haven’t been called that in months. It sounds so strange to hear you say it all of a sudden."

For a beautiful, well-preserved woman in her fifties, the title ’Grandma’ certainly aged her.

Alice regretted greeting her before Nathan did. But Rosalind had seen her, and it would have been rude not to say anything.

She opted for flattery. "I haven’t seen you in so long. When I saw you standing with Grandpa from a distance, I thought you were one of the younger Sawyers. I only realized it was you when I got closer."

’What woman wouldn’t love to hear that?’

’And it clearly worked on Rosalind.’

Rosalind playfully tossed the flowers in her hand at Simon Sterling. "Did you hear that, Simon? I look like one of the kids standing next to you. You’ve gotten old."

"I am old," Simon agreed, catching the flowers. He said to Rosalind, "But you’re more like this flower."

"The older you get, the better you are at sweet-talking," Rosalind said, a bashful look on her beautiful face. "Or as they say, old and shameless."

’It only works because Rosalind is beautiful and Simon has kept himself in good shape. If it were any other old couple flirting like this, it’d be enough to give a person goosebumps,’ Alice thought, already trying to come up with an excuse to leave.

Just then, Rosalind turned to Alice. "Let me give you some advice. When you’re looking for a partner, don’t be afraid to aim for someone older. The older they are, the more they’ll dote on you."

Alice: "..."