After His Sweetheart Moved In, He Came Home Every Night-Chapter 50: Wyatt Sterling, I Can’t Breathe

"What do you think?"

Wyatt Sterling asked in return.

But Alice York answered earnestly, "If you’re watching me, there’s really no need. To the Sterlings, I’m just a tiny ant. The moment I disobey, they have countless ways to teach me a lesson. And I’m not stupid. I wouldn’t be foolish enough to risk my own life."

"Watching you?" He narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing her.

Alice York met his gaze frankly. "Am I wrong?"

Wyatt Sterling’s lips twitched into a slight smirk, but he didn’t say a word. He just tightened his hand on her waist, pulling her closer.

Alice York pressed a hand against his chest, her brow furrowed. "Third Uncle, I can’t breathe."

He loosened his grip slightly, then pressed her head into his chest, holding her in an even more intimate embrace.

The car moved at a slow, steady pace, with no extraneous noise. It was so quiet inside that Alice York could hear his strong, powerful heartbeat.

She didn’t know if it was the hypnotic rhythm of his heart or the sense of security in his arms, but an overwhelming wave of drowsiness washed over her. She yawned and instinctively burrowed her head a little deeper.

The movement was very cat-like.

Wyatt Sterling lowered his gaze, looking down at her. "You’ve lost a lot of weight."

Alice York tilted her face up, her eyes misty after the yawn. "I have?"

’She hadn’t noticed.’

Wyatt Sterling’s hand on the small of her back flattened, as if measuring her inch by inch. "Did you not eat properly, or did the Churchill family mistreat you?"

Her face was naturally small, and losing weight made her features look more defined, but it wasn’t necessary. He still preferred her a little softer and plumper, with health being the priority.

Alice York buried her face, her voice muffled. "Isn’t it normal to not be able to eat or sleep well when you’re in a completely unfamiliar environment?"

Wyatt Sterling rested his chin on the crown of her head. "You haven’t been sleeping well either?"

There was no response.

After a long moment, he used a fingertip to lift her chin, only to find she had fallen asleep.

’How tired must she be to fall asleep in an instant?’

...

Alice York slept exceptionally soundly, more peacefully than she had at any point since arriving in Washington. When she woke up, it was already the next morning.

She opened her eyes to a quiet room, bathed in dim light.

She rolled over and came face-to-face with Wyatt Sterling’s sleeping profile. Her mind went blank for a second before she shot upright.

’Where am I?’

She threw back the covers to get out of bed, but the arm resting on her waist tightened, pulling her back down.

"Sleep a little longer." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Wyatt Sterling wrapped her in his arms, trapping her.

Alice York remembered now. She had fallen asleep in Wyatt Sterling’s car last night. She had no idea where he had taken her afterward.

’Damn it, how could I have slept so soundly!’

"Third Uncle, where is this?" she asked, tilting her face up and whispering.

Wyatt Sterling didn’t open his eyes. "North Myanmar."

Alice York froze. "Wh-what?"

’I must have misheard, right?’

Wyatt Sterling slowly opened his eyes. Looking at the obviously panicked Alice York, he propped his head up with his arm. "I left you with the Churchill family, yet you still dared to fall asleep in my arms just like that. Should I say you’re reckless, or that you trust me too much?"

Alice York swallowed nervously. "Third Uncle, I was just really tired yesterday. I fell asleep by accident."

Wyatt Sterling scoffed. "You spent the whole day running around after Kyle Churchill. I’m surprised you didn’t work yourself to death."

"..."

’As expected, he knew everything. He was monitoring everything I did at the Churchill family’s home in real time.’

"This isn’t the mountaintop villa, is it?" she asked, uncertain.

’The room’s style seemed to match the living room’s decor—both minimalist.’

Wyatt Sterling watched her panic with a calm expression and continued to tease her. "Didn’t I just tell you? North Myanmar."

Alice York didn’t believe him for a second, but she played along. "And what did Third Uncle bring me to North Myanmar for?"

"I sold you," Wyatt Sterling said.

Alice York’s mouth twitched. "To have my heart and lungs ripped out?"

Wyatt Sterling chuckled. "Not a bad suggestion. Those parts are certainly worth more."

Although Alice York didn’t believe him now, she had no doubt that one day Wyatt Sterling was fully capable of actually selling her to North Myanmar to have her ’heart and lungs ripped out.’

She tried to get up again, but Wyatt Sterling’s arm remained draped across her waist, refusing to move.

In a struggle of strength, she grabbed his arm and began to push it away, inch by inch. It took a great deal of effort before she finally managed to move it.

His hand naturally rolled up the hem of her shirt.

Seeing how soundly she was sleeping last night, he hadn’t changed her into pajamas, only taking off her jacket and leaving her in the loose-fitting knit sweater she had on underneath.

"You’ve lost a lot of weight," he said. "You need to eat properly."

"I can’t eat whenever I think of you," she said angrily.

"You even think about me while you’re eating?" He freed a hand to gently pinch her cheek. "Care about me that much?"

"..."

Alice York wanted to roll her eyes at him, but she was afraid he’d get mad, so she held back.

"You’re too thin," he repeated, adding, "It’s easy to get sick when you’re too thin. You’re a doctor, so you should know that better than I do."

"Of course I know that," Alice York said softly. "But I have a weak stomach. It’s hard for someone with my constitution to gain weight."

Wyatt Sterling suddenly fell silent. Alice York watched him, wondering what he was thinking.

Only belatedly did she realize that the tone of their conversation just now had sounded just like that of a normal married couple.

"It’s not from dieting," she explained, her voice breaking the silence. "It’s because I didn’t eat on a regular schedule before. It’s actually been better these past two years, but sometimes I get too busy and still forget."

After she finished explaining, she realized Wyatt Sterling was staring at her.

He suddenly asked her a question. "Was it hard?"

The question stunned Alice York. "What?"

Wyatt Sterling said, "I’m asking you, have these past years been hard?"

But Alice York couldn’t answer.

’Just a moment ago, the atmosphere had been... indescribable. Now, it had turned into a session for airing grievances. Of course she thought it was hard—it was hell. But what was the point of telling Wyatt Sterling? He would listen, and that would be it. He wouldn’t take it to heart.’

"Cat got your tongue?"

He had reverted to his usual domineering and aggressive demeanor.

Alice York let out a breath and changed the subject. "I don’t think Third Uncle seems like a man in his early thirties."

Wyatt Sterling: "Then how old do I seem?"

Alice York remembered reading in online forums that once a man passes twenty-five, his physical performance starts to go downhill. His prime is before twenty-five.

Alice York had never had the Wyatt Sterling who was under twenty-five.

So naturally, she had never experienced Wyatt Sterling in his prime.

’He definitely wouldn’t have been any worse than he is now,’ she thought.

So she put on a fawning expression. "In my heart, Third Uncle is forever in his prime."

He smiled, the amusement lingering deep in his eyes.

...

A long while later, Alice York looked at the fully dressed man and asked, "When is Third Uncle taking me back to the Churchill family’s home?"

A notched lapel suit paired with a dark green silk shirt. He had broad shoulders and a tall, imposing frame—a stunning sight no matter how many times you saw it.

’This man was an asset through and through!’

Wyatt Sterling glanced at her, his expression displeased. He was like a completely different person from when they were in bed.

He fastened his cufflinks and walked past her. "If you want to go back, go back yourself."

Alice York stared at his cold, sharp back. "Is Third Uncle telling me to walk back?"

"Up to you."

His figure disappeared through the doorway.

Alice York held her breath, a knot of frustration in her chest. ’This man’s mood changes faster than you can flip a page in a book!’

The house staff had already prepared a sumptuous breakfast.

Having not eaten since last night, Alice York was now starving. ’Pride wasn’t as important as a healthy stomach.’ She sat right down and picked up her utensils.

Wyatt Sterling’s lips curled up as he watched her.

Alice York knew he was smiling, but she ignored him.

Just then, her phone buzzed. The screen showed an unknown number. Alice York hesitated for a few seconds before answering. "Hello?"

The voice of Owen Sterling came from the other end of the line. "Alice, it’s me."