After His Sweetheart Moved In, He Came Home Every Night-Chapter 91: Feeling Good?

"Why aren’t you answering me? What are you looking at?"

Mindy Vaughn noticed Alice York wasn’t looking at the screen and suspected something was going on.

Alice York quickly covered her tracks. "A moth. There’s a moth on the light. I’ll switch to the rear camera and show you."

"Forget it. Never mind the moth. I’m asking you a question. Answer me. Who were you with last night?"

Fortunately, Alice York had always operated on the principle that if she acted open and honest, no one would suspect her. It had never failed her before.

She answered calmly, "I was home alone last night. I wasn’t with anyone."

Just as she finished speaking, Wyatt Sterling appeared in front of her.

She looked at him, her entire body tensing up, her expression strained. She was terrified he would take another step forward.

Thankfully, Wyatt Sterling had no intention of moving closer. He held up a tube of ointment. The moment Alice York saw its name, she immediately understood what he meant.

She quickly waved her hands, silently trying to tell him she didn’t need it, but Wyatt Sterling ignored her. He took her hand and led her toward the sofa.

Alice York was scared to death.

She had to deal with Mindy Vaughn on the video call while also dealing with Wyatt Sterling. ’What kind of wicked things did I do in my past life for heaven to ’punish’ me like this!’

"Then who brought you home last night?"

Mindy Vaughn didn’t notice anything wrong on Alice York’s end. She just saw the camera shake slightly and figured she was walking.

"Didn’t you take it upon yourself to arrange for Owen to pick me up? Why are you even asking me?"

After being pulled onto the sofa by Wyatt Sterling, she immediately yanked her hand away.

Mindy Vaughn leaned closer to the screen and fired off a series of questions, "Owen personally took you back to West River? Did he stay for a while? Did you two have a heart-to-heart?"

Just as Alice York was about to answer, Wyatt Sterling suddenly lifted her leg.

Her expression changed. She tried to stop him, but Wyatt Sterling shot her a look that was unbearably wicked.

"Alice, why aren’t you saying anything?" Mindy Vaughn urged.

Alice York looked at the screen through gritted teeth. "Yes, Owen brought me back. It was too late, so I didn’t ask him to stay. Besides, I was drunk and didn’t want to lose my composure."

"You’re such a blockhead!" Mindy Vaughn’s tone was full of exasperation.

Alice York gripped the sofa cushion, her knuckles turning white and veins popping on the back of her hand. She was an absolute wreck.

To make matters worse, Wyatt Sterling then pressed the inside of her thigh, silently telling her to relax. ’He’s insane! Torturing me like this and telling me to relax!’

Mindy Vaughn was getting more and more worked up. "What good are you? Couldn’t you have tried to make Owen stay a little longer? Last night was such a rare opportunity."

A cold glint appeared in Wyatt Sterling’s eyes.

Alice York swallowed nervously and quickly said to Mindy Vaughn on the video call, "Owen is a gentleman..."

The words had barely left her mouth when she stopped short.

...What was she saying?

She had actually called Owen Sterling a gentleman right in front of Wyatt Sterling, who was, at that very moment, acting like a beast in fine clothing!

Wyatt Sterling shot her a look that clearly said, ’Go on.’

Then, he bent Alice York’s leg into a deeply humiliating position. She refused to cooperate, kicking her feet wildly. So, he simply hooked her leg over the crook of his arm, holding it fast. Then he twisted open the cap, squeezed out a dollop of ointment, and, under Alice York’s terrified and anxious gaze, applied it.

"Ngh..."

She couldn’t control her body’s reaction. The moment the sound escaped, she nearly bit her tongue off.

"Alice, what’s wrong?"

On the other end of the call, Mindy Vaughn sensed something was amiss.

Alice York covered her mouth and moved the phone away so the camera wasn’t pointed at her face. "I kicked over the water on the coffee table. I have to go. I need to clean this up and make dinner. I’m starving."

"You haven’t eaten yet?" Mindy Vaughn asked.

"No, I went to sleep as soon as I got back. I haven’t eaten anything."

After saying that, Alice York hung up the video call. As she tossed her phone aside, she also shoved Wyatt Sterling away.

"Wyatt Sterling, are you insane? My mom almost found out." Her voice was agitated as she used his full name.

Wyatt Sterling unhurriedly squeezed another dollop of ointment onto his slick fingers. "You should have just hung up earlier."

His words caught her off guard, and her face flushed with anger. "I just didn’t think you could be so shameless."

’I thought he’d at least wait until I finished the call. I can’t believe he’d do that while I was still on video...’

Wyatt Sterling pulled her leg back and bent it again. "Is this the first day you’ve known me?"

Alice York tried to stop him from touching her again, kicking and struggling. Luckily, her legs were stronger than his arms, and she quickly broke free.

With a dark expression, Wyatt Sterling tried to pull her back again, but he didn’t expect Alice York to kick out directly at him. As luck would have it, the kick landed squarely on his face, knocking his head to the side.

The air suddenly froze.

Alice York froze, unable to believe she had actually just kicked Wyatt Sterling in the face.

Panicking, she still tried to brazenly deny it. "You—you ran into it yourself! It has nothing to do with me."

Wyatt Sterling slowly turned his head to look at her.

Alice York swallowed, terrified he would explode with anger at any second.

But Wyatt Sterling’s face was expressionless. He just watched her quietly for a moment, then slowly moved closer. "Your legs really are stronger than your hands."

Alice York: ?

He drew even closer, and she put a hand up to stop him. "You’re not going to hit me, are you?"

Wyatt Sterling’s lips curled. "Of course I am."

Alice York faltered. "Third Uncle..."

She no longer dared to be defiant; she wanted to admit she was wrong.

In the next second, her expression shifted again. Her panicked voice suddenly turned breathy and seductive.

"Ah... no, no, no... Third Uncle, don’t..."

Wyatt Sterling ignored her pleas. Unlike before, when he was just applying the ointment, this time his goal was much clearer and more direct.

A long time later, Alice York lay limp on the sofa, panting in short, hurried breaths.

Wyatt Sterling leisurely wiped his hands. "The medicine’s all applied. How does it feel?"

Alice York buried her face in the sofa cushions, playing dead.

Wyatt Sterling chuckled, crumpled the tissue into a ball, and tossed it into a nearby trash can. He then moved to pick Alice York up.

She resisted in a panic. "Not again."

’Any more and I’ll really collapse from exhaustion.’

Wyatt Sterling bent down and kissed the corner of her mouth. "You pissed me off, but I made you feel good. Am I good to you or what?"

"..."

"Speak," he commanded, his fingertips caressing the skin on her back.

Alice York didn’t dare move. "Yes. Third Uncle is the best to me."

The smile on Wyatt Sterling’s lips deepened. "Did it feel good?"

She bit her lip, but she just couldn’t bring herself to utter a single "yes." It was too humiliating.

Fortunately, Wyatt Sterling didn’t press her for an answer. Instead, he lifted her into his arms and started toward the bedroom. "Since you’re being so well-behaved, I’ll continue applying your medicine tomorrow morning."

’That’s really not necessary,’ Alice York wanted to say.

After placing Alice York on the bed, Wyatt Sterling lay down beside her.

Alice York quietly suggested, "Third Uncle, the bed is too small. Maybe we should sleep separately?"

Wyatt Sterling glanced at her.

Alice York immediately lost her nerve and said awkwardly, "But squeezing together is nice too. It’s warmer."