After His Sweetheart Moved In, He Came Home Every Night-Chapter 3: He Had Got Tired

Alice York would never forget that night.

Her mother had intended to send her into Owen Sterling’s room. Once the deed was done and there was no turning back, she would publicly force Owen to marry her.

But Mindy Vaughn, for all her meticulous planning, had never anticipated one thing: she had sent her to the wrong room. Instead of Owen Sterling’s room, she had delivered Alice York to Wyatt Sterling’s.

To this day, Alice still remembered the cold, indifferent look in Wyatt Sterling’s eyes when she woke up that morning.

He had asked her what her purpose was. Panicked, she lied. She said she was in love with Owen Sterling and had accidentally gone into the wrong room, and begged him to be merciful.

His sarcastic words pierced her heart like needles. "Like mother, like daughter. One married a lunatic to climb the social class ladder, and the other debases herself for wealth and status."

Humiliation washed over Alice’s face, as she said, "...I’m begging you, Uncle, please be merciful."

Wyatt sounded really cold. "You want me to be merciful? What can you offer me?"

Alice looked at him, and felt completely lost.

Wyatt grabbed his clothes and turned to leave. "From now on, you’ll come whenever I call, until I get tired of you. Otherwise, you know the consequences."

And Alice did indeed know the consequences.

She had no power to resist. And so, her loving relationship with Wyatt Sterling had continued like this for three years.

As for Owen Sterling, she heard that he went abroad the very next day. Unable to get her hands on him, Mindy couldn’t cause a scene, so she had to let the matter die down.

The most ridiculous part to this day was that, Mindy still believed the man who had slept with Alice that night was Owen Sterling...

Now, the real man was standing before Alice, and his tailored trousers were perfect-looking without a single crease.

Then, he leaned down with a lordly air, and seized Alice’s chin to inspect her. "It looks like you had put in a lot of effort."

Alice’s eyes reddened slightly from the pain, because Wyatt’s grip on her chin was tight.

"When the effort is too obvious, it kills the interest." Wyatt released her just before a tear in her could fall.

Alice drew a sharp breath and asked, "So you are tired of me, then?"

She heard him scoff, as his reply evaded her question. "So eager the moment he returns to the country. Three years... you certainly have been patient."

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK—

There was a knock at the door.

Alice flinched, then quickly pulled her shawl tighter around herself.

"Get up yourself," he said.

Alice’s legs were so weak she had no strength left, but she gritted her teeth, stood up, and started walking further into the room. She was afraid of being seen in a room with Wyatt. It would be impossible to explain the situation.

But Wyatt grabbed Alice’s wrist and pulled her back. "Go and open the door."

Alice shook her head. "I can’t..."

However, Wyatt refused to grant her wish, but dragged her by the wrist to the door.

Fortunately, it was Mason Cheney, Wyatt’s assistant who was on the other side. Alice instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

Mason was holding a fruit platter, which at first glance looked very similar to the one Alice had brought up earlier.

Confused, Alice looked at Wyatt.

Wyatt said nonchalantly, "Go on, deliver it."

Alice inhaled. "No, I’m not doing that."

’I’m a mess, how can I dare go deliver fruit to Owen looking like this?’

"Weren’t you so eager to see him tonight?" Wyatt’s gaze was ice-cold as he yanked Alice in front of him.

Alice didn’t know what she had done to provoke him again. Mustering her courage, she asked, "Why are you so angry tonight?"

She had sensed his anger while he was doing her earlier, just like that night he returned from Washington. But she had no idea where his rage was coming from.

Wyatt curled his lip. "Can’t you tell?"

Alice froze. A self-deprecating guess popped into her mind. "Are you... jealous?"

Wyatt scoffed, but the smile looked cold and cruel. "Who do you think you are?"

Alice’s heart sank to the pit of her stomach.

Wyatt let go of her. "You really think highly of yourself."

Having nothing left to lose, Alice retorted with a sarcastic smile, "I’ve kept you from getting tired for three years. What’s wrong with being a little confident?"

Wyatt’s expression turned completely glacial. Alice instantly regretted her sharp tongue, but the words were already out, and she couldn’t take them back.

Wyatt released her wrist. "Get out."

Alice didn’t dare linger for a second. She turned and left, and Mason immediately stepped aside to let her pass.

After Alice was gone, Mason turned to look back into the room.

Wyatt was leaning against the doorframe, and rolled up his cuffs. He pulled a cigarette case from his pocket and lit a cigarette, as his handsome face was obscured by the swirling smoke, and his expression became unreadable. After a moment, he jutted his chin toward the hallway.

Mason understood immediately and turned to follow after the girl.

Outside the house.

A light drizzle was still falling, as the biting wind whipped against Alice’s face, and chased away the flush, leaving behind a deathly pallor.

Just as Alice was about to leave, a voice from behind called out to her—

"Miss Alice."

Alice turned around to see the butler standing on the steps, and held an umbrella.

"Miss Alice, it’s still raining outside," the butler said, tilting the umbrella in his hand toward her.

Looking at the umbrella, a bad feeling rose in Alice’s heart. "I came here to see my mother."

"The Old Master is aware about this." The butler’s hand, that tilted the umbrella didn’t waver. "Well, the Old Master also has some questions for you, Miss Alice."

"Now?" Alice asked.

The butler replied, "Tomorrow morning."

Alice pressed her lips together. "OK."

She didn’t want to see Old Master Sterling, but it was clear she had no choice in it. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

After starting graduate school, Alice had moved out of the Sterlings’ residence. She only returned a few times for family banquets or important holidays, and she rarely stayed the night.

In the past, the Old Master had never questioned her departures. Alice already had a good idea what this time was about.

Meanwhile at the corner of the corridor...

Mason withdrew his gaze and turned back toward the third floor.

On the terrace, a tall figure stood firm. The night wind gusted, and the curtains behind him floated a little.

Mason approached the man and reported, "Third Master, just as you predicted, the Old Master has made Miss Alice stay."

Wyatt had already seen it. He had watched everything unfold, including the moment Alice was about to leave in the rain, right before the butler appeared with the umbrella.

She really had no regard for herself.

"Owen Sterling isn’t back yet?" Wyatt turned sideways, as his voice got colder and heavier than a bone-chilling wind.

Mason replied immediately, "They haven’t seen each other in three years. The Old Master is doting on the young master right now and they’re deep in conversation. I’m afraid he’ll be kept there a while longer."

Wyatt scoffed. "He is back too soon."

Hearing this, Mason broke out in a cold sweat.

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The next morning...

Alice was startled awake by a phone call. She answered from under the covers. "Zoe."

"Alice, why aren’t you home?" Zoe Jenson’s worried voice came from the other end of the line.

Alice pushed off the covers, her eyes heavy with sleep. "I went back to the Sterlings’ last night. Are you at my place?"

Zoe was Alice’s best friend in Silvanus. They had known each other since high school, and their relationship was so close that they knew each other’s door codes.

So when Zoe asked why she wasn’t home, Alice guessed that she must be at her apartment.

"I just got here. Weren’t we supposed to go to my blind date together today?" Zoe was on her period, so she rummaged through her bag for a sanitary pad and headed to the bathroom. "What’s going on? Why did you suddenly go back to the Sterlings’?"

Alice sat up in bed, and her messy curls did little to hide her listlessness. "Old Master Sterling must have found out I submitted my resume to an out-of-province hospital."

Zoe clicked her tongue on the other end. "Of course. Here in Silvanus, nothing escapes the notice of the great Old Master Sterling."

That remark really hit a sore spot for Alice.

Feeling helpless, she was about to tell Zoe she wouldn’t be able to get back anytime soon when she suddenly heard "Oh no, oh no" from the other end of the line.

Alice’s attention snapped into focus. "What’s wrong, Zoe?"

The sound of running water trickled through the phone, followed by Zoe’s questioning voice—

"Alice, what is a pregnancy test doing in your bathroom?"