After His Sweetheart Moved In, He Came Home Every Night-Chapter 33: She’s Seducing Him Again

After Alice York asked the question, even she found it absurd.

But was there anything the Sterlings weren’t capable of?!

She looked at Wyatt Sterling, waiting for an answer. But he just tossed one back at her offhandedly, "Don’t overthink it."

’What does he mean, "don’t overthink it"?’

Alice York took a few quick strides to stand before him. "How can I not overthink it? I don’t want to stay at the Churchill Family’s house tonight, but you were dead set against it. You just want me to stay here, don’t you? You’re going to sell me to them!!"

She was getting worked up, and her words sounded particularly harsh.

Wyatt Sterling’s brow furrowed. "Are you a commodity?"

"Of course not!" she immediately denied.

Wyatt’s expression didn’t soften, and his tone deepened slightly. "Since you’re not a commodity, don’t use the word ’sell.’ I don’t want to hear it a second time."

Alice choked on the frustration welling up in her chest, suddenly rendered speechless.

Tears streamed down her face, and she raised a hand to wipe them away.

Seeing how hard she was crying, Wyatt Sterling reached out and pulled her into his arms. He pressed his palm against her shoulder blade in a soothing gesture. "I’m here. What are you afraid of?"

This time, she didn’t struggle. She let him hold her, motionless, and it was a long while before she could catch her breath.

She slowly raised her hands and wrapped them around the man’s waist. "Third Uncle, if you’ve grown tired of me, just let me go. I swear I won’t cling to you or demand anything."

As she spoke, her voice grew more nasal and hoarse, almost to the point of being unintelligible. "I only ask that you don’t be too cruel to me."

"When have I ever been cruel to you?" he asked, looking down at her.

His eyes were usually cold and dispassionate, but right now, his intense gaze seemed to hold a hint of affection that was both real and feigned.

She suddenly remembered the lipstick and took the opportunity to ask him, "Third Uncle, you took a lipstick from me, didn’t you?"

Wyatt Sterling didn’t speak, waiting for her to continue.

Alice York pulled her hands back and took half a step away. "Now that lipstick is in Miss Lancaster’s hands. How do you explain that, Third Uncle?"

Wyatt Sterling gave a faint, unreadable smile. "Explain?"

Alice lowered her delicate eyelids. "I’m sorry, I shouldn’t demand an explanation from you like that, Third Uncle. I just want to know why you would take a lipstick from me only to let it end up with Miss Lancaster."

Even a perfunctory answer would have been enough. She just wanted some kind of response from him.

But the man seemed intent on avoiding the question. He stepped forward, hooked an arm around her neck, and leaned in to kiss her.

She turned her head to avoid his kiss, her body language full of resistance. "Third Uncle, you haven’t answered me."

Wyatt Sterling turned her face to look at him, his deep voice bewitching. "Aren’t I answering you right now?"

With that, he kissed her, forceful and undeniable.

Alice hated how he deliberately dodged the question. "Turning two women who were once friends into bitter enemies... is that your idea of fun, Third Uncle? Playing games with people’s lives?"

Wyatt Sterling scoffed, grabbing Alice’s waist and pinning her to the bed, his body pressing down on hers perfectly. "During the day, you’re all prim and proper, saying ’Hello, Uncle.’ At night, you’re crying and begging, ’Uncle, slower, gentler.’ Would you say we’re bitter enemies, or is that just an interesting contrast?"

The more Alice heard, the more ashamed and indignant she became, blushing all the way to her neck. "Wyatt Sterling, don’t you dare humiliate me."

"It’s not humiliation." His low voice whispered in her ear. "It’s foreplay, my dear..."

With that, he kissed her earlobe.

A jolt went through Alice’s entire body. A tingling numbness spread from the small of her back, and she went pliant beneath him, like a pool of water.

She thought she had managed to stay calm, but she couldn’t help but drown in the sliver of tenderness he deigned to give her.

The sound of a belt buckle unfastening filled the air.

Alice snapped back to her senses, reminding the man, "You forgot. I’m on my period."

’Doesn’t he have Melody Lancaster with him on this trip to Washington? He knows I’m on my period, yet he still comes to me. He’s only torturing himself.’

Wyatt Sterling’s thumb brushed across her lips, his eyes burning. "This mouth up here..."

Alice slapped his hand away in alarm. "No!"

He chuckled, grabbing her hand. "Then use your hand."

"Wyatt Sterling!"

"Show me what I taught you before. Time to turn in your test."

"..."

Ashamed and indignant, Alice reminded him that they were in the Churchill Family’s home, but the man ignored her. Just then, a knock and a voice came from the door—

"Alice?"

"Alice, are you in there?"

Alice felt a wave of relief. She lifted her moist, almond-shaped eyes. "It’s Owen. He’s looking for me."

Wyatt Sterling’s face was a mask of annoyance at being interrupted. But mindful that they were at the Churchill Family’s estate, he didn’t press further. He stood and pulled Alice up.

He used too much force, causing Alice to stumble and fall into his arms.

"Trying to seduce me again?"

"..."

’Who’s seducing him!’

’He was the one who pulled so hard!’

Alice let out a frustrated breath. Dropping all pretense of politeness, she pushed him away and walked toward the door.

"Alice, are you there?"

"Alice?"

Outside the door, Owen Sterling had called out several times without getting a response. He was getting worried and hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should try the handle to see if it was locked.

Just as his hand touched the doorknob, the door opened a crack.

Alice’s face appeared in the gap. She looked up at Owen Sterling outside the door. "Owen."

Owen Sterling let out a breath of relief, his tone slightly chiding. "I called for you several times but you didn’t answer. I thought something had happened and was about to come right in. It’s good that you’re okay."

Alice explained, "I was changing inside. I heard you call just as I finished. Is something wrong?"

She kept a firm grip on the door, not daring to open it any wider, terrified that Owen would see Wyatt Sterling in her room.

Owen Sterling shook his head. "No, nothing’s wrong. I just came to check on you. Your Third Uncle and I were both called away tonight, leaving you with Second Uncle. You didn’t run into any trouble, did you?"

Alice replied, "No."

Owen asked, "Then why did you come back early by yourself?"

Alice replied, "I wasn’t feeling well."

"Is it..." Owen was about to ask more when he noticed Alice’s slightly awkward expression and instantly realized what she meant by "not feeling well."

—A girl’s time of the month!

Owen stepped back. "Then you should get some rest. I’m in the room diagonally across from yours. Call me if you need anything."

Alice said, "You get some rest too, Owen."

Owen responded with a gentle "Mm-hmm," then turned to head back to his room. Just then, Mason Cheney walked toward them, and they ran into each other.

For a split second, Mason Cheney’s expression froze.

Owen Sterling spoke first. "Mason Cheney?"

"Young Master, you’re still up." Mason smiled, his control over his expression utterly flawless.

"Not yet."

Owen walked over to Mason. "Isn’t Third Uncle staying in a room downstairs? What are you doing up here?"

"I..."

Mason’s mind raced. "The Third Master learned that Miss Alice left the Second Master and came back early by herself, so he sent me up to ask her what happened."

’Perfect! I’m so quick on my feet!’

’A textbook answer like that deserves a raise!’