After His Sweetheart Moved In, He Came Home Every Night-Chapter 89: Biting His Shoulder

Wyatt Sterling’s chilling gaze fell on Owen Sterling. "Two minutes. You really know how to stall."

Owen Sterling wasn’t an idiot. With Wyatt Sterling’s sudden appearance, he connected the dots to why Alice York had abruptly shooed him away. It all made sense.

"You’re relentless, Third Uncle." He blocked Wyatt Sterling’s path.

Wyatt Sterling glanced at him. "Get it straight who’s being relentless. Daring to stake out this place... Do you have a death wish?"

"I just want to make sure Alice is safe. Waiting here for her to come back is hardly a terrible crime. But you, Third Uncle..." Owen Sterling looked as if his eyes would split from fury. "For you, an elder, to do something so unethical and depraved... Your sins are too numerous to count!"

Wyatt Sterling said nonchalantly, "So what?"

"Alice would never be with someone like you! She’s being forced!" Owen Sterling enunciated each word. "She’ll hate you for the rest of her life for what you’re doing to her!"

Wyatt Sterling chuckled. "Then let her hate. A lifetime is a long time, after all."

"Wyatt Sterling, you’re..." Owen Sterling practically ground his teeth to dust.

But Wyatt Sterling was completely unruffled. "I’m what? Go on, finish your sentence."

Owen Sterling despised Wyatt Sterling’s high-and-mighty attitude, the way he treated people like ants to be crushed underfoot. "Wyatt Sterling, you’ll come to a bad end."

Instead of getting angry, Wyatt Sterling laughed. "My fate is for the heavens to decide. But yours... yours is in my hands right now. Do you understand the situation you’re in?"

This wasn’t a threat. It was a statement of fact.

With that, Wyatt Sterling shoved the unsightly Owen Sterling out of his way and walked toward Alice York’s door.

Owen Sterling spun around. "Wyatt Sterling, just you wait! One day, I’ll be the one grinding you under my heel! I mean what I say!"

This was a complete severing of ties. The uncle-nephew relationship was over. From this day forward, he, Owen Sterling, would fight back. He would never let everything the Sterlings had fall into the hands of a man like Wyatt Sterling.

The door opened.

Alice York stood anxiously in the foyer. She had heard the entire conversation from outside; Owen had infuriated him.

But Wyatt Sterling didn’t look as furious as she’d expected. In fact, he didn’t look angry at all. His face was a complete blank, and the more unreadable he was, the more her heart pounded with fear.

He came in, and she retreated.

He shut the door behind him and said, "Come here."

Alice York swallowed hard and stepped forward to open the shoe cabinet, retrieving a pair of slippers for him.

’Ever since Wyatt Sterling’s last visit, I had secretly bought a pair of men’s slippers and hidden them in the very back of the shoe cabinet. Part of me never wanted him to return, yet another part had unconsciously prepared for it. I really am pathetic...’

"New men’s slippers. Who are they for?" Wyatt Sterling’s eyes were sharp; he could tell the pair Alice brought out were brand new, never worn.

Alice didn’t explain, simply placing the slippers at his feet.

Since she offered no explanation, he didn’t bother changing his shoes. He yanked her toward him. "Were they for another man?"

"No," she said.

A ghost of a smile played on Wyatt Sterling’s lips. "Are you sure?"

"The slippers are for you, Third Uncle." Alice did her best to keep her voice steady, trying not to be overwhelmed by his presence. "They really are for you. No one else. There’s never been anyone else here..."

She thought saying that might appease some of his anger.

But she hadn’t expected him to become even more vile.

"Sweetheart, tell me, what kind of man do you like?" Wyatt Sterling’s hand slid up to her neck, the webbing of his thumb pressing against her chin.

Alice looked at him, confused. "What are you talking about?"

Wyatt Sterling asked again, "Do you like his type? Like Owen Sterling? What’s so good about him? Is he better to you than I am?"

"No, it’s not..."

"Not what?" His tone suddenly became urgent. "You don’t like him, is that it?"

"Third Uncle, Owen shouldn’t know about this."

"Hah. Afraid that if he finds out, he’ll be disgusted that you’ve been with me?" Wyatt Sterling’s face turned cold, his voice growing deeper, more menacing. "Alice York, you really like Owen Sterling that much, don’t you? Tell me. Do you really like him that much?"

He said her full name, asking again and again, desperate for an answer.

’But all I feel now is utter humiliation,’ Alice thought. ’Even if I say no, he’ll just assume I’m giving in...’

Finally, Wyatt Sterling freed a hand to switch off the lights.

In the dim light, every sound was amplified. His clothes were still pristine, barely even wrinkled, save for his rolled-up sleeves, which revealed the bulging veins on his forearms.

"Believe it or not, he’s still out there," he said suddenly.

Alice froze as if struck by lightning, her eyes wide like a startled fawn.

Alice wasn’t sure if Owen was still outside, but she didn’t dare take the risk. The walls weren’t soundproof. If he was out there, he would have heard everything.

And outside, Owen Sterling indeed hadn’t left.

He stood there, unmoving as a statue, in a state of self-torture.

Through the door, the sounds weren’t clear, but he could make out enough.

He clenched his fists, his eyes filled with twisted hatred.

-

「It was past nine in the evening.」

Alice was so hungry her stomach was growling, but she had no energy to get out of bed and make food. The takeout she’d ordered was already cold.

Wyatt Sterling stood by the bed, shirtless, wearing only a pair of trousers. His abdomen was a landscape of taut, defined muscle. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

He worked out occasionally but was more focused on his diet. His physique wasn’t that of a bodybuilder with bulging muscles, nor was he scrawny. He was lean and powerful—the kind of build most women adored.

He took a phone call, left the bedroom for a few minutes, and returned with a bowl of wontons in his hand.

The broth was rich and fragrant. Alice caught the scent and found herself swallowing repeatedly. She wanted to sit up, but her pride held her back. ’Don’t grovel for a bit of food,’ she told herself, ’not unless he brings it right to my lips.’

"Open your mouth."

"..."

She sat up abruptly and clutched the shirt she was wearing. It was Wyatt Sterling’s; he’d thrown it on her after they were done.

"What is this?" she asked.

Wyatt Sterling lifted the spoon to her lips. "Fish-head broth wontons."

’No wonder it smells so amazing.’ She opened her mouth and took a bite. The filling was seafood, and the wonton was drenched in the fish-head broth. It was so delicious she snatched the bowl from Wyatt Sterling’s hands to feed herself.

Watching her eat with such relish, Wyatt Sterling leaned on one hand. "Finish up. We’ll continue when you’re done."

"COUGH, COUGH COUGH..."

She choked, sputtering for a few moments before she caught her breath.

"Are you even human!" She meant it as an angry rebuke, but the words came out sounding more like a petulant pout.

A smirk played on Wyatt Sterling’s lips. "Didn’t you just find out for yourself? You should know better than anyone whether I’m human or not."

Alice fought her hunger and handed the bowl back to him. "I’m not eating anymore."

Wyatt Sterling raised an eyebrow. "Fine. Then we’ll continue now."

"..."

’I desperately want to smash this bowl over his head.’

’This morning he was so angry he wouldn’t even look at me, and tonight he turned into a ravenous wolf and devoured me whole. He’s despicable!’

"Sweetheart."

Wyatt Sterling suddenly called her that again.

Alice’s body shuddered, and her gaze turned wary.

Wyatt Sterling reached over, hooking a strand of her long hair and wrapping it around his finger. He praised her, "You performed very well tonight."