After His Sweetheart Moved In, He Came Home Every Night-Chapter 178: Wyatt Sterling Brings His Family
"Third Master Sterling, did you bring the whole family?"
Felix Hawthorne noticed the two people behind Wyatt Sterling—a young woman and a little boy.
He had only known that Wyatt was bringing people with him, but he hadn’t expected this.
"The whole family..." A faint smile touched Wyatt Sterling’s lips. "That sounds a bit crude. Let’s find a better way to put it."
Felix Hawthorne pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and said meaningfully, "Then perhaps... your family?"
Wyatt Sterling’s eyes twinkled, and he didn’t deny it.
When Alice York heard the word "family," her heart skipped a beat. ’Strictly speaking, that word refers to one’s wife and children...’
Following Felix Hawthorne inside, they came to a round sandalwood table surrounded by matching grandmaster chairs. Every inch of the furniture exuded opulence.
One person was already seated at the table. He wore sunglasses, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed, looking incredibly aloof.
"It’s him!"
Nathan Sterling tugged on Alice York’s sleeve and looked up. "It’s that guy from this morning."
Even with the sunglasses on, Nathan recognized Finn Hawthorne at a glance.
Hearing the voice, Finn Hawthorne glanced over slightly before turning his head back, ignoring them completely.
’Is he pretending not to know us?’
Alice understood the situation. She said to Nathan, "You’ve got the wrong person. It’s not him."
Just then, Felix Hawthorne looked over at Alice, his calm gaze scrutinizing her.
Nathan didn’t understand what Alice meant and said stubbornly, "But it really is..."
"Nathan."
Alice gently cut him off. "You really have the wrong person."
Nathan looked into Alice’s eyes and, as if bewitched, nodded. "Oh. I guess I was wrong."
Alice reached out and patted Nathan’s head. "Good boy. Let’s take a seat."
Nathan swatted her hand away. "Don’t touch my hair! You’ll mess it up."
Alice couldn’t help but smile. "Alright, I won’t touch it then."
Nathan sat down, his cheeks flushing.
Across the table, Finn Hawthorne had clearly grown restless hearing Alice insist it was the wrong person. But when he saw her pat the little kid’s head, the eyes behind his sunglasses were practically shooting fire.
He couldn’t help but think, ’If Alice patted my head, I definitely wouldn’t dodge. I wouldn’t care at all if my hair got messed up.’
’That little bastard! He doesn’t know how good he has it!’
After they were seated, Wyatt Sterling and Felix Hawthorne dove into business matters. Alice had never worked in a corporation or studied business, so she didn’t understand any of it, nor was she interested in listening.
Before long, waiters began to serve the dishes.
Each dish was exquisitely plated in small portions, made with expensive ingredients that were either air-freighted or specially cultivated.
A clear bird’s nest soup looked ordinary, but the nest within was a top-grade variety unavailable on the open market.
A seemingly simple dish of braised shark fin offered a taste that was a perfect fusion of luxury and flavor.
A waiter was helping Nathan eat, so Alice didn’t need to assist. She ate quietly, almost fading into the background.
Just then, a spoonful of fish was placed in Alice’s bowl.
She thought it was from Wyatt, but when she looked up, she saw that Finn Hawthorne had somehow appeared beside her.
"This soup-filled yellow croaker is incredible. I noticed you haven’t touched it yet. Have a taste."
Beneath the sunglasses, Finn Hawthorne wore a fawning smile.
Alice met his gaze for a few seconds. "Does the Young Young Master Hawthorne normally eat with his sunglasses on?"
The smile on Finn Hawthorne’s lips froze. "Can you not always be so formal when you talk to me?"
Alice paused for a moment. "To be fair, the Young Young Master Hawthorne and I don’t know each other well."
"You—!"
Finn Hawthorne was furious. ’This woman is so unappreciative!’
Alice gave him a soft smile. "Young Young Master Hawthorne, what about me?"
At her smile, all of Finn’s anger vanished. He took off his sunglasses to show her. "It’s because the bruises on my face haven’t healed yet. The sunglasses help hide them."
Alice took a closer look and saw that the marks on Finn’s face from Wyatt’s beating were indeed still quite visible.
"You don’t have to wear them while you eat. No one will notice," Alice suggested kindly. "But if the Young Young Master Hawthorne is self-conscious about it, then just pretend I didn’t say anything."
"Then I’ll listen to you. I won’t wear them."
Finn tossed the sunglasses aside.
Then he forced his way into the spot next to Alice. Only after he had already sat down did he feign a question. "You don’t mind if I sit here, do you?"
Alice forced a smile. "I don’t mind."
Finn seized the opportunity to ask, "Why can’t I get through to your number? Did you block me?"
Alice hadn’t expected him to be so direct. She tried to change the subject. "The food is quite good today."
Finn said, "Don’t change the subject. Take out your phone and unblock me."
Alice was mortified. "Young Young Master Hawthorne..."
Finn looked displeased. "You’re not allowed to call me that. You can use my full name, or just call me Finn. I’d be fine with just Finn."
Alice: "..."
Just then, a cold, piercing gaze fell upon them. Alice didn’t need to look up to know who it was.
From the moment Finn sat down next to Alice, Wyatt’s expression had visibly darkened.
Felix Hawthorne saw this and was somewhat amused. He put down his chopsticks, pushed his glasses up, and said, "I didn’t expect my younger brother to take such a liking to Third Master Sterling’s... little niece. He’s never this talkative around outsiders."
Even Felix was a little surprised to see this.
His younger brother was being a bit too ’clingy’ at the moment!
Wyatt Sterling’s face was frigid. "Felix Hawthorne, I’m only being this patient out of respect for you."
"Of course, I know that." Felix’s gaze sharpened. "But then again, if you hadn’t provided me with such significant information, I wouldn’t be sitting here chatting so amicably with you today."
Everyone knew the Hawthornes were fiercely protective of their own.
Wyatt had beaten up his younger brother, which was a blatant provocation to the Hawthorne Family. It didn’t matter that his brother was the one who was in the wrong first!
"Is that so? Since Eldest Young Master Hawthorne feels so reluctant, then there’s no need to discuss the rest."
This was just Wyatt’s temperament; he never pandered to anyone.
A shadow fell over Felix’s face. "Third Master, don’t be so sensitive. I can tell my brother genuinely wants to be friends with Miss York. Besides, I don’t see Miss York rejecting him, either."
Alice heard their exchange perfectly clearly.
She turned her head and met Felix Hawthorne’s gaze. The eyes behind his lenses were long, narrow, and handsome, but they held a distant chill.
’This Eldest Young Master Hawthorne doesn’t seem to like me very much.’
"Alice, try some more of this yellow croaker soup. I guarantee you’ll want a second bowl after the first."
Finn deftly served Alice another bowl of soup, his attentiveness quite considerate.
Alice pulled her gaze back and turned to the person beaming at her with such enthusiasm. Her lips twitched.
Finn leaned closer. "What were you going to say?"
Alice lowered her voice. "You should go back to your seat."
The smile on Finn’s lips vanished, and his whole face fell. "This young master sits wherever he wants. What business is it of yours? I’m staying right here next to you."
