After His Sweetheart Moved In, He Came Home Every Night-Chapter 19: Eager for His Response
"Mom!"
Alice York cried out.
Mindy Vaughn turned around. Noticing Alice looked unwell, she furrowed her brow and asked, "Why are you so nervous?"
"You..." Alice stepped forward. "Be careful. Don’t break my things."
"What could I possibly break! Why do you act so jumpy. It looks more like you’re hiding something from me." Mindy’s tone was heavy with insinuation.
Alice opened her mouth to say more, but Mindy gave her no chance and headed straight for the bedroom.
"Let’s see what you have in this room..."
This time, before Mindy could finish her sentence, the phone in her purse began to ring urgently. She had no choice but to stop and take it out.
"Who’s calling me at a time like this!" Mindy’s voice was impatient; she clearly found the call to be a nuisance.
But upon seeing the caller ID, Mindy’s expression changed, and she quickly answered.
Alice also noticed the strange look on her mother’s face as she answered. She couldn’t tell who was on the other end or what they said, but Mindy’s expression grew visibly grim. After a final "Okay," she hung up and walked out of the bedroom.
"Alice, I have something urgent to take care of, so I have to go. Get some rest, and remember to go back and apologize to the old man soon."
With that, Mindy left in a hurry, completely forgetting her earlier suspicions about the noise in the room.
Alice followed her to the door and asked, "Did Uncle have another episode?"
"It’s not your uncle. It’s something else, rather urgent. I have to go."
Watching her mother’s figure hastily disappear through the doorway, Alice felt a strange sense of unease. Mindy had been just a few steps away from entering the bedroom, yet that phone call had come at the perfect moment.
’Who could have called to make her look so flustered...?’
Her mind raced with a thousand thoughts, but she couldn’t figure it out. Just as she closed the door and turned around, she saw the man walk out of the bedroom, and suddenly, everything became clear—
"It was you?"
"What about me?" Wyatt’s expression was a little cold.
Alice realized she shouldn’t have used such an accusatory tone. "My mother was about to come in just now, but she suddenly got a call and left in a hurry. That call... you arranged it, didn’t you?"
Now that she had softened her accusatory tone, Wyatt’s expression eased slightly, at least looking less cold than before.
He brushed past her, sat down on the sofa, crossed his long legs, and leaned back lazily. "It’s been over five minutes. Didn’t you know?"
Alice turned around. "How is five minutes enough? She’s my mother, not a neighbor who’ll leave after a quick chat."
He said coolly, "That’s still your own failure to handle it."
"You’re being unreasonable," Alice muttered.
There were no other sounds in the room, so Wyatt heard her muttering crystal clear. He smirked. "Getting bolder, are you? You can even talk back now."
"..."
Alice York said nothing and returned to the bedroom to check what Wyatt had knocked to the floor earlier.
After searching for a long time, she found a tube of lipstick lying by the vanity. Alice remembered this lipstick wasn’t supposed to be there; it should have been in its storage box.
’So the sound of something falling must have been this lipstick.’
She placed the lipstick back in the storage box, but out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the sorting was off. It seemed... another one was missing?
Alice wasn’t really into makeup. Perhaps because she bought so little of the products, she knew her collection by heart, and a missing lipstick was immediately obvious.
She searched carefully again but couldn’t find it. Giving up, she straightened the bedsheets and went back out.
"Just as you predicted, Third Master. As soon as the Second Mistress heard that person had appeared, she rushed right over." 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎
Alice York stopped in her tracks.
’That sounds like Mason Cheney’s voice?’
She peeked into the living room and, sure enough, saw Mason Cheney. Alice York was confused. ’When did Mason get here? And what was he just saying... Who is ’that person’?’
’Did my mom leave in such a rush because of ’that person’?’
’Since I can’t guess, I’ll just ask them face-to-face.’
Alice stopped eavesdropping and walked over openly. "Assistant Cheney, hi."
Mason nodded at her, addressing her, "Hi, Miss Alice."
Without looking at Wyatt, Alice asked directly, "I just heard you say my mother left because she heard about someone. Who... who is that person?"
’Who could be so important that they’d make Mindy Vaughn look that flustered and rush off to meet them?’
Alice desperately wanted to know.
But Mason looked conflicted. "Miss Alice York, without the Third Master’s permission, I can’t disclose such matters to you."
Alice turned her head to look at the man on the sofa.
Mason added, "You can ask the Third Master directly."
’Ask him directly?’
Alice pointed a hand toward the door. "I didn’t give you permission to enter my home. Get out."
Mason Cheney was lost in words.
"Out!" Alice York said, her face impassive. "I don’t want to say it a third time."
"Miss Alice York, please don’t be angry. I’ll leave right now." Mason knew he had gotten on her bad side. Not daring to say more, he turned and scurried away.
As the door closed, Alice heard the man’s mocking tone. "Your temper is getting more and more out of hand. Now you even dare to lecture my man."
"What temper? It’s only because you have turned a blind eye and indulged me." Alice walked around the coffee table and sat down across from Wyatt.
"As long as you know." Wyatt noticed she had sat opposite him and frowned. "Why are you sitting so far away? Are you afraid I’m going to eat you?"
Alice didn’t move an inch, saying with a straight face, "I am."
Wyatt’s tone was displeased. "Have I treated you poorly?"
Alice York shook her head. "...No."
That wasn’t entirely true. Materially, she wanted for nothing, but emotionally, she was starving.
Sometimes she felt a greedy longing for even the smallest response from him. She had even dared to hope he might occasionally treat her like a real partner, but he never gave her that satisfaction. Her fantasies had been crushed countless times.
She had never voiced these grievances. He would never know, nor was he in the mood to find out.
Wyatt patted the spot next to him. "Come sit here."
Alice remained completely still.
Wyatt tossed out, "Don’t you want to know who that person is?"
The words had barely left his mouth when, not even three seconds later, Alice scurried over like a gust of wind and sat right next to him. "Uncle, are you really going to tell me?"
Her reaction was utterly sycophantic, devoid of any genuine feeling—purely an act. And a clumsy one at that. He couldn’t even be bothered to call her out on it.
"Even if I told you the truth, you might not believe it."
Alice was not happy. "If you won’t even tell me, how can you be so sure I won’t believe it?"
Wyatt lowered his gaze, saying after a long moment, "She was going to see an old acquaintance."
Alice’s face fell noticeably. "Uncle, saying that is no different from saying nothing at all."
"The difference is that I said it. You’re just too slow to understand."
"..." ’That was humiliation!’
She decided not to press the issue and stood up to move away from him. But he suddenly grabbed her wrist. She instinctively tried to pull away when she heard him speak. "Alice York, do you remember your biological father?"
