After His Sweetheart Moved In, He Came Home Every Night-Chapter 9: Not Marrying Her

Alice York had been together with Wyatt Sterling for three years.

She had no title and no official status. Their relationship was a secret, and she existed in a state of lucid self-destruction.

Over the past three years, Wyatt’s obsession with her seemed to grow. At the beginning, he would summon her once every month or two. Later, he would have her for ten days in a row, even half a month at a time. Occasionally, he would take her on business trips without a word, arranging everything with the hospital to ensure not a whisper of it got out.

She rarely got time off from the hospital, so she relished the opportunities to get away.

They weren’t a couple, yet what they had was more intense than a typical relationship.

"Such a good girl..." He gently caressed the nape of her neck—fair, slender, and unbelievably beautiful. "Isn’t it good being with me?"

Alice stared blankly at the warm, yellow light on the ceiling.

Was it good being with Wyatt Sterling?

If she ignored the secret nature of their affair, it was actually quite good. He was fantastic in bed, and he had an infuriatingly handsome face, and a phenomenal body. Judged solely on their physical relationship, he was undoubtedly perfect.

When they were together, she felt like his girlfriend.

When they were apart, they were strangers.

The contrast between how he treated her in public and in private was so vast that it sometimes left her feeling disoriented.

"What are you thinking about so distractedly?" The man pinched her chin, his lips toying with hers in slow, deliberate pecks.

Forced to meet his gaze, Alice’s eyes fell on the strong bridge of his nose, which rose like a mountain ridge. Some studies claimed a man’s nose was an indicator of his sexual prowess. Alice thought that research was probably quite accurate.

"Are you really going to marry Melody?" she asked, raising a hand. Her flushed fingertips caressed his handsome face.

The man caught her hand and kissed her palm. "You don’t want me to marry her?"

A lump formed in Alice’s throat. "If I said I didn’t, would you not marry her?"

He released her palm, pulled her into his embrace, and slowed his movements. "The title of Mrs. Sterling isn’t one just anyone can handle. The future is unpredictable, and things change in an instant. It might not necessarily be her."

Alice understood.

He might not necessarily marry Melody Lancaster.

But he would definitely never marry Alice.

Their lovemaking ended late in the night. Alice was so exhausted she fell into a deep sleep. Wyatt carried her to the bathroom to clean her up, then brought her to the guest bedroom next door to sleep.

When Alice woke the next day, the spot beside her on the pillow was already cold.

After washing up, she went downstairs to find Auntie Linden waiting with breakfast already prepared.

"Where’s Wyatt?" Alice asked as she sat in the chair Auntie Linden had pulled out for her.

"The Third Master has gone to the office," Auntie Linden replied, and placed a glass of milk to Alice’s left. "Also, Assistant Cheney asked me to inform you, Miss Alice, that you may pick any car you like from the garage. He will also contact you about choosing a living place."

Alice said "OK" expressionlessly, then cupped the glass and drank the milk sip by sip.

Wyatt was fabulously wealthy and always generous with his women.

Over the past three years, she had intermittently received several wire transfers from Mason, each one close to seven figures.

She had never touched the money. It wasn’t that she was acting high and mighty. She just hadn’t reached a point where she needed to use it.

There was also jewelry, but these were pieces that easily cost six or seven figures. She never had a suitable occasion to wear them, so they all sat in her cabinet, and collected dust.

Auntie Linden took the empty glass and pushed a bowl of warm porridge in front of Alice.

A faint smell of seafood wafted through the air. Alice furrowed her brow. "What kind of porridge is this?"

Auntie Linden told her, "It’s a cod and scallop porridge. Very nutritious."

Alice hesitated for a moment before picking up her spoon and stirring. The savory scent of seafood grew stronger with each swirl, and her brow furrowed even deeper.

Auntie Linden noticed Alice’s discomfort. "Is the seafood porridge not to your liking today?"

"That’s not it."

Alice suppressed the wave of nausea and forced herself to take a bite.

Before she could even swallow, her stomach churned violently. She immediately dropped her spoon and rushed to the bathroom.

The sound of her vomiting could be heard through the glass door.

Auntie Linden’s expression shifted from worry to heaviness. She stood outside the door. "Miss Alice, are you all right? Do you need me to call a doctor?"

There was no sound from inside.

After a moment, the glass door opened. Alice walked out, her expression composed. "No need. I’m a doctor myself, and I know my own body. It’s just my chronic gastroenteritis acting up. I haven’t been taking care of myself with all the work lately."

"Please take care of yourself, Miss Alice." Auntie Linden gave her a long, meaningful look.

Alice returned her gaze with a smile.

Beneath her seemingly calm exterior, her heart was hammering in her chest.

Auntie Linden was loyal. She would undoubtedly report everything about Alice to Wyatt. She couldn’t have just ignored the nausea and vomiting. When Wyatt found out, he would probably drag her to the hospital for a check-up.

’If I’m really pregnant, he won’t allow it. He’ll make me get rid of it.’

’It would be best if I’m not pregnant, of course.’

She could only hope it was caused by her recent anxiety. As a doctor, she knew better than anyone that the stomach was one of the body’s emotional organs.

In the end, she didn’t eat the porridge.

She went to the garage, picked out an understated sedan, and drove from Shorecrest directly to the hospital for work.

Now that she had completely broken things off with Wyatt, she wasn’t sure how quickly she could forget their time together. But she knew there would be a process, and perhaps throwing herself completely into her work was the only way to feel better.

Throughout the day, Alice still was in a bad state.

As it happened, she was on duty tonight with another colleague, Dr. Sawyer. She had the first half of the night shift, and he had the second.

After getting through her shift and handing off to Dr. Sawyer, she thought she could finally lie down and rest, but a few minutes later, her phone started ringing nonstop.

Alice already felt sick, and being woken up made her heart throb and her stomach churn. She fought through the discomfort and answered the phone. A nurse said, "The patient in monitored bed 19 is complaining of dizziness."

Alice closed her eyes. "Dr. Sawyer is on duty for the second half of the night. Tell him."

But the nurse insisted, "Dr. York, you should come take a look."

After a few seconds of silence, Alice got out of bed. "Fine, I’m on my way."

When she went to check on the patient, Dr. Sawyer was also there. He asked why she had come, and told her to get some rest because she looked terribly pale.

Alice shook her head and said she was fine.

After they handled the patient’s issue, she went back to rest again.

She thought she would finally get some proper rest this time, but not long after she lay down, the phone rang again.

"Dr. York, the patient in monitored bed 13 has a rapid heart rate."

"Dr. York, Dr. York..."

The nurse called her name several times. Alice’s heart pounded even harder, and her face turned deathly pale. "I told you, I’m not on duty for the second half of the night! Just get Dr. Sawyer! Don’t you understand?"

"Dr. York, please come take a look." The nurse turned a deaf ear to Alice’s protests and kept insisting she come.

Alice clutched her chest. "Why do you keep calling me?"

Finally, the nurse seemed to take pity on her and lowered her voice. "Dr. York, you... you’ve offended someone."

Hearing this, the hand Alice was holding the phone with began to tremble.

She knew.

’It’s Old Master Sterling.’

’He hasn’t let it go. He’s using this torturous method to break me.’

Alice’s face was as pale as a sheet as she clutched her chest and got out of bed.

But this time, before she even reached the door, her vision suddenly went black, and she collapsed to the floor.