After His Sweetheart Moved In, He Came Home Every Night-Chapter 38: Confessing to Alice York

"No! You can’t do this to Alice!"

Owen Sterling struggled, trying to climb out of the car window. He had to stop this. He had to stop them from giving Alice to the Churchill family! He couldn’t let the Sterlings ruin her!

Wyatt Sterling tilted his head, signaling the bodyguards to push him back in.

As the window slowly rolled up, Owen Sterling roared hysterically and started ramming his body against the glass.

The violent THUDS startled Melody Lancaster. Only after the car drove away did she dare to ask timidly, "Now that we’re here, is Alice going to be left with the Churchill family?"

Wyatt Sterling turned around, his expression ice-cold. "Do you want to be left with the Churchill family, too?"

Melody Lancaster immediately shook her head. "No!"

The Churchill family might be prominent in Washington, but they were a far cry from the Sterlings of Silvanus. Besides, who in the Churchill family could possibly compare to Wyatt Sterling?

Wyatt Sterling said, "If you don’t want to be left behind, then behave."

Melody Lancaster swallowed and nodded.

Melody Lancaster didn’t dare ask whether Owen Sterling was being forcibly sent back to Silvanus or just temporarily relocated somewhere else in Washington. The man was in a foul mood and easily provoked; it was better for her to be obedient.

’Poor Alice...’

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Alice York and Kyle Churchill had been shopping for nearly two hours, and it was almost noon.

Kyle Churchill was a big spender. He’d bought her quite a few things—clothes, bags, and shoes totaling at least three or four hundred thousand.

They carried what they could, while the bags, shoes, and coats would be delivered to the Churchill family’s home.

"Aren’t you tired yet, Miss York?" Kyle Churchill was already exhausted, and his impatience had been obvious during the last few purchases.

Alice York, full of energy, replied, "Is this all the stamina you have, Young Mr. Churchill?"

Kyle Churchill reminded her through gritted teeth, "I’ve been shopping with you for two hours."

"Has it been two hours already?" Alice York feigned ignorance. "Girls usually shop for five or six hours at a minimum. We’ve barely even started."

"Five or six hours?" Kyle Churchill was incredulous.

Alice York smiled. "You were the one who asked me out shopping today, Young Mr. Churchill. It’s only five or six hours. Surely you’re not giving up already?"

"Don’t try to provoke me."

Kyle Churchill’s face was cold, his patience completely gone.

He tossed the shopping bags into the car, then turned and yanked Alice York toward it. "Let’s go eat."

Alice York shook off his hand. "Don’t get physical. I can get in the car myself."

Once in the car, Kyle Churchill immediately reverted to the reckless, road-raging rich heir, a stark contrast to the patient persona he had put on while shopping with her.

At the restaurant, Kyle Churchill ordered directly, never once asking Alice York about her preferences.

While they waited for the food, Kyle Churchill asked her bluntly, "Miss York, how did I do today?"

Alice York looked out the window, avoiding his gaze.

Kyle Churchill spread his legs and leaned forward. "Not talking? Are you dissatisfied with something?"

The reflection in the glass showed Kyle Churchill’s impatient face. He really was annoyed, and he really had been faking it the entire time.

Alice York shifted her gaze back to him. "Young Mr. Churchill, are you just looking for my opinion of you?"

Kyle Churchill met her gaze for a moment, then leaned back. "Never mind. Let’s cut to the chase."

Alice York asked, "What?"

Kyle Churchill said bluntly, "Be my girlfriend."

Alice York’s heart sank. She tactically picked up the glass of warm water beside her and took a sip.

Kyle Churchill, sitting across from her, didn’t seem to care about her reaction and continued, "You’re the adopted daughter of the Sterlings, not a real member of the family. Your status is far beneath mine."

Alice York glanced at him but didn’t interrupt.

"But you got lucky. The Churchill family took an interest in you... No, *I* took an interest in you." Kyle Churchill crossed his legs, folded his arms, and adopted a superior air. "In all of Washington, our Churchill family is one of the few powerful families that doesn’t care about social status."

Alice York’s expression remained calm. "Is that so? Because I get the feeling you’re forcing yourself to be with me, Young Mr. Churchill."

Kyle Churchill retorted, "Didn’t I spend enough time with you today?"

Alice York said, "I can’t say you didn’t."

Kyle Churchill said, "There isn’t a single girl in all of Washington who could get this much of my time. You’re very lucky, and I really do like you."

Alice York was speechless.

Suddenly, Alice York recalled William Churchill saying that Kyle had never been with a girl before. Combining that with what Kyle was saying now and his feigned patience toward her, she felt that things weren’t as simple as they seemed.

’But she couldn’t quite put her finger on what was wrong...’

"Miss York?"

Kyle Churchill’s voice snapped Alice York back to reality. She looked over and saw that he was clearly displeased.

Perhaps it was because he had spoken with such "sincerity," yet she had zoned out, which was a great blow to his ego.

Alice York curved her lips into a slight smile. "Young Mr. Churchill, is your family forcing you to do this?"

Kyle Churchill’s expression changed instantly. His tone was harsh. "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Alice York was stunned.

’Just a simple guess and he reacted that strongly?’

Afraid of provoking him further, Alice York chose her words carefully. "I just feel like you were with me today as if you were completing a mission. And this so-called ’liking’ me is even more absurd."

Kyle Churchill quickly changed his expression again, even managing to conjure a hint of deep affection in his eyes. "We’ve only just started spending time together. How can you be so sure I don’t like you?"

Alice York replied, "It’s precisely because we’ve spent so little time together, isn’t it?"

Kyle Churchill was about to say more, but his phone rang. He held up a hand. "Hold on, I have to take this call."

He took out his phone, and a smile touched his lips when he saw the caller ID. "It’s my dad. He probably wants to know how our date is going."

With that, he answered the call and deliberately put it on speakerphone in front of Alice York. "Dad, I’m having a meal with Miss York right now."

"Ea... eat... eating... time to eat..."

The voice coming from the speaker was not William Churchill’s. It was a stuttering, halting voice, somewhat like a child’s, but the vocal tone didn’t quite match.

Kyle Churchill’s face fell, and he immediately hung up the phone.

Alice York frowned. "Was that your brother?"

"My parents only had me! Where would I get a brother from? Don’t talk nonsense!"

Kyle Churchill’s tone was incredibly harsh. A waiter happened to be serving a dish just then and was so startled that he nearly dropped the plate.

Seeing this, Kyle Churchill snarled at the waiter to get lost.

In the end, Alice York could barely bring herself to eat the rest of the meal.

After the meal, Kyle Churchill had no intention of pretending anymore. He said to her directly, "I’ll take you back. I’ll ask you out again tomorrow."

That was exactly what Alice York wanted to hear.

They arrived back at the Churchill residence at exactly one in the afternoon. As soon as Alice York got out of the car, a servant immediately came to help her with the shopping bags.

Kyle Churchill toyed with his car keys as he watched her. "I spent this entire morning on you, Miss York, and I was so generous. Aren’t you going to show some appreciation?"

Alice York walked past him and stated the simple truth. "You were the one who insisted on buying everything, Young Mr. Churchill. And I certainly didn’t force you to keep me company."

Kyle Churchill grabbed her by the wrist. "Can’t you just say something I want to hear?"

Alice York tried to pull free, but Kyle Churchill refused to let go, his grip only tightening.

Alice York cried out in pain, eventually losing the strength to struggle. Just then, Wyatt Sterling’s cool voice drifted down from the steps. "Young Mr. Churchill, you’ve brought my little niece back so soon."