After His Sweetheart Moved In, He Came Home Every Night-Chapter 49: Wyatt Sterling Can Also Say Sweet Nothings
The door closed, and Alice retreated step by step.
She didn’t look scared, but her face was a clear expression of disdain.
Wyatt Sterling closed in on her, his expression displeased. "What? Not happy to see your man?"
"I think you have our roles confused, Third Uncle. You’re my elder, not my man," Alice said coolly, her tone creating a deliberate distance between them.
Wyatt stopped and looked down at her. "Bringing up seniority now? What about when you were beneath me, begging for mercy? What did you call me then? Have you forgotten?"
WHOOSH. Alice’s face felt like it was about to explode with heat.
’Images of him pinning her down, his body grinding against hers, coaxing and threatening her into crying out those names, flooded her mind. Every frame was taboo and electrifying.’
"You—!"
She was furious, wanting to curse him out but not daring to. She knew his vicious nature all too well. For every insult she threw at him, he’d make her pay for it ten times over in bed.
"Me what? Finally admitting I’m your man?"
Wyatt teased her with a deadpan expression, watching the blush spread from her face down to her neck. Her shimmering almond eyes were enough to make his pulse race.
’It was some kind of curse. The moment he saw her, a restless heat began to stir within him.’
Alice couldn’t win an argument with him, and to make matters worse, her injured foot chose that moment to act up, the pain making it hard for her to even stand.
She gritted her teeth against the stabbing pain in her ankle. "Important men like you must be forgetful, Third Uncle. I’ve already been sent to the Churchill family. I have nothing to do with you anymore."
Wyatt glanced at her injured foot, then casually reached out, wrapped an arm around her waist, and pulled her effortlessly into his arms.
His voice, laced with amusement, drifted down from above her. "You’re much more endearing when you’re being pliant."
With that, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her toward the hospital bed.
Alice didn’t struggle in his arms. But the moment he placed her on the bed, she tried to sit up. Wyatt pushed her back down and said coolly, "You have all this energy to fight me, but you can’t even last two minutes when you’re on top."
Alice was confused at first, but it quickly dawned on her what he meant by "on top."
"Wyatt Sterling!!!"
Her face flushed an even deeper shade of red, this time from pure humiliation. ’This man has no shame! He’s always bringing *that* up. I could just die of embarrassment.’
Wyatt, in contrast, looked completely unfazed.
He discussed the racy topic as casually as if he were talking about dinner. "What, am I wrong? Think about it. Hasn’t there been a time I let you get on top and you couldn’t even last two minutes?"
Alice squeezed her eyes shut. "Just stop!"
A faint smirk played on Wyatt’s lips. "So you admit it?"
"..."
Alice feigned sleep, refusing to engage. ’If I don’t respond, he’ll have to drop it.’
Wyatt leaned over her, caging her in with his arms. The faint scent of cedarwood mingled with his potent masculinity, slowly enveloping her. But that wasn’t enough. He wanted her completely saturated in his scent.
Alice met his intensely predatory gaze, and her heart began to race. She quickly tried to change the subject. "Third Uncle, what brings you to Washington all of a sudden?"
Wyatt’s thin lips parted. "I came to see you."
Alice’s pounding heart skipped a beat.
’Sweet nothings are the most beautiful words in the world. Anytime, anywhere... as long as they come from the right person.’
His deep eyes were fixed on her as he reached up to caress her earlobe, gently toying with it. "I came to see you. Are you happy?"
Alice struggled to maintain her composure. "Don’t joke, Third Uncle."
The hand toying with her earlobe stilled. "You think I’m joking?"
"Aren’t you?"
A cold calm settled over Alice. "I’m just the adopted daughter of the Sterlings, someone everyone looks down on. No one thinks of me until a critical moment when I’m needed as a ’Peace Princess’ to be sent away. And you, Third Uncle, were the one who arranged all of it. So tell me, how could what you just said be anything but a joke?"
Wyatt pushed himself up slightly, looming over her. "Then why aren’t you laughing?"
"..."
He pinched her chin, a strange smirk on his face. "This mouth is so soft to kiss, yet so stubborn when it speaks. It seems I haven’t kissed you enough."
With that, he lowered his head and captured her lips.
It was so sudden that Alice didn’t have time to react. By the time she tried to push him away, his hand had already slipped under the hem of her shirt and was roaming inside.
His fingertips were clean and free of calluses, but they were dry, and their grazing touch against her soft skin sent a shiver through her.
The kiss deepened. It felt as if he were hiding a Flame behind his lips, one that ignited at the slightest touch. His scent overwhelmed her senses, and a searing heat spread through her body.
She almost surrendered to the feeling, but a sliver of reason urged her to push him away. She pressed both hands against his chest, but he was lost in passion, kissing her so deeply it felt like he wanted to devour her whole.
As his scorching kisses began to travel downward, Alice panicked, cupping his face in her hands. "Third Uncle," she pleaded, her voice trembling, "not here..."
’The hospital walls are thin. I can’t let him do this here. Someone will hear. It’s too humiliating.’
Wyatt’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. The heat in his eyes was so intense it felt like it could melt her.
Then he stood, scooped her into his arms, and walked out.
"Put me down. I’m staying at the hospital tonight."
Wyatt ignored her protests. "Be a good girl. Save your energy. You can put up a fight when we get back."
"..."
’What does he take me for!’
’He leaves me with the Churchill family when it suits him, then comes to find me whenever he’s in the mood. I’m not even a commodity to him... just a tool to be used.’
Downstairs at the hospital entrance.
Mason Cheney saw Wyatt Sterling approaching with Alice in his arms and immediately opened the car door. He even thoughtfully placed a hand on the roof of the car so Alice wouldn’t bump her head.
Alice was bundled into the car. Wyatt slid in after her, pinning both of her hands with just one of his before telling Mason, "Drive."
Alice’s brow furrowed deeply, her voice small and wronged. "...Third Uncle, my foot hurts."
Wyatt released her hands, lifted her foot onto his lap, and rolled up her pant leg to examine it.
"He hurt his hand, you hurt your foot. I’m starting to suspect you did it just to make him feel better," Wyatt said, his tone sour.
His words infuriated Alice.
’Who would hurt themselves for a complete stranger!’
In a fit of pique, she retorted with a sneer, "You’re right, Third Uncle. I felt so bad that Kyle Churchill hurt his hand that I deliberately injured my own foot just to make him feel better."
Wyatt’s large hand snaked out and pulled her onto his lap. "What, fallen for Kyle Churchill already?"
His hard body was pressed flush against her soft one. Aware of the danger, she froze, not daring to move. Her tone softened. "No. I’ve barely even met him."
Wyatt’s expression finally softened. "You’re not allowed to like him," he commanded.
Alice froze. Suppressing the complicated emotions swirling inside her, she met his gaze. "Saying something like that could give me the wrong idea, Third Uncle."
Wyatt asked, "What wrong idea?"
Instead of answering directly, Alice changed the subject. "After I called Mason Cheney today, those two maids found me almost immediately. Do you have an explanation for that, Third Uncle?"
Wyatt’s palm stroked her lower back. "What kind of explanation are you looking for?"
Alice asked, "Did you arrange for them to be there?"
"Yes." He didn’t deny it.
Alice pressed her lips together. "Did you place them with the Churchill family to protect me, Third Uncle? Or to watch me, in case I try to run away?"
