After His Sweetheart Moved In, He Came Home Every Night-Chapter 92: Something Good is About to Happen
The next morning, Alice York woke up to find Wyatt Sterling sitting by the bed, looking at her phone.
She didn’t react. Her phone didn’t hold any secrets, so she let him look.
"You went to see Melody Lancaster yesterday afternoon." It wasn’t a question, but a statement of fact.
Alice lay motionless, her face buried in the pillow. "I thought you already knew yesterday, Third Uncle."
"I knew you went to see her. I just didn’t know you’d also added two insurance salesmen."
His tone was cold and mocking this time. When he finished, he tossed the phone in front of her.
Alice looked up, completely baffled. "Insurance salesmen?"
Wyatt replied, "I classify anyone with a suit for a profile picture as an insurance salesman."
"..." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
She almost burst out laughing. She picked up her phone, unlocked it, and opened WeChat.
She hadn’t looked closely after adding them last night, and they hadn’t spoken. Now that Wyatt had said that, she was rather curious to see just how much they looked like insurance salesmen.
But she scrolled through her entire WeChat contact list and couldn’t find the two people she’d added last night.
Realizing what might have happened, she looked at Wyatt. "You deleted them?"
Wyatt shot her a sidelong glance. "Are you looking to buy insurance?"
"..."
She didn’t know whether to be angry or to laugh. Instead, she sat up to reason with him. "I just added them. We haven’t even officially said hello. Isn’t it a little rude for you to just delete them, Third Uncle?"
Wyatt’s expression was chillingly cold. "What, you were hoping to get to know them?"
Alice stated plainly, "Miss Lancaster introduced them."
Wyatt snorted. "She introduces them to you, and you don’t know how to refuse?"
"Why would I refuse? It was a kind gesture from Miss Lancaster. Besides, you hold her in such high regard, Third Uncle. If I refused her, and she turned around and whispered a few things in your ear, wouldn’t I just be labeled ungrateful all over again?"
She delivered her rebuttal with righteous conviction.
Wyatt threw back the covers and got out of bed. "That’s enough."
Seeing his anger, she belatedly realized she had pushed her luck again. But the matter wasn’t over. She watched his back and said, "You don’t want me involved with other men while I’m with you, Third Uncle. But Miss Lancaster was the one so eager to introduce them to me, and I couldn’t refuse her goodwill. Now you’re upset, but you’d rather take it out on me than say anything to Miss Lancaster, wouldn’t you?"
SWISH. Wyatt yanked the curtains open.
The faint light of dawn streamed in. Alice raised a hand to shield her eyes. Today’s weather seemed even better than yesterday’s.
Once her eyes adjusted to the light, she slowly looked up to meet Wyatt’s inscrutable gaze. He asked, "Are you testing me to see how much I care about her feelings?"
Alice wanted to deny it.
But thinking back on what she’d just said, it did sound like she was testing him. A denial now would only make her seem guiltier.
"Alice York."
Wyatt said her name.
Alice watched him in silence as he said, "I thought you knew me by now."
Alice was stunned for a moment.
’Did I know him? No, I didn’t know him at all.’
Usually, in this kind of atmosphere, Wyatt would just leave. He had a bad temper, and most of their conversations ended on a sour note.
But this time, he didn’t leave. Instead, he said, "Buy me a pair of pajamas."
The change in topic was so abrupt that Alice was slow to react for a few seconds. "Buy... pajamas?"
He gestured to himself. "If you like me holding you while I sleep naked every night, I don’t mind either."
"..."
And that wasn’t all. He even added a specific request: "Mulberry silk would be best, it’s more comfortable. Go to the mall and buy them when you have a free day. I’ll send you my size."
"..."
She pulled her thoughts back from the previous argument. "I make so little a month, and you want me to buy you mulberry silk pajamas."
Wyatt walked to the edge of the bed, his gaze condescending as he looked down at her. "What about all the money I give you? Are you planning to just let it sit there until you can take it to your grave?"
"..."
’Great. That’s three times in a row he’s left me speechless.’
Alice simply closed her eyes, feigning a meditative state and ignoring him.
Wyatt leaned down and, before Alice could even realize what was happening, pressed a kiss to her lips.
Alice’s shoulders twitched, and her eyes flew open.
Before her was Wyatt’s triumphant, thoroughly wicked smile.
"Besides the pajamas, you should get some of my other necessities, too. Especially a razor. Mason Cheney will bring over clothes, but if you’re willing to buy me some, I’ll wear them."
Finished, he straightened up and waited for her response.
Alice stood up on the bed, suddenly towering over him. Now it was her turn to look down. "Do you really plan to live here every day, Third Uncle?"
Wyatt didn’t seem to mind looking up at her. "You’re the one who refused to live at Shorecrest."
His tone was so self-assured it left Alice speechless.
She pursed her lips, silent. It always seemed to her that when Wyatt said the name "Shorecrest," it sounded suspiciously like the word for "money."
’Of course, that was just a fanciful idea of hers.’
"Aren’t Mr. Dalton and Yael still at Shorecrest? As the host, it’s not very proper for you to be staying elsewhere, Third Uncle."
After she spoke, she considered it carefully. Compared to the risk of living with him at West River, where Mindy Vaughn could show up at any moment, Shorecrest was indeed much safer.
"Alright, I’ll stay at Shorecrest, then." After thinking it over, she relented.
"See? Wasn’t that easier?" Wyatt left the bedroom with a smile.
Alice didn’t dare curse him out loud, so she settled for silently insulting him with all her might.
When it was time to leave, Alice made a point of leaving separately from Wyatt. She didn’t want the neighbors to see them together again. Wyatt was clearly displeased and left with a grim expression.
Alice left a moment later.
She tidied up the bedroom, stripped the sheets and bedspread from the previous night, and put them in the washing machine on a timed cycle. She opened the window to air the room out, sprayed a light mist of perfume, and then went out to clean the living room. Only after all that was done could she leave with peace of mind.
Besides Zoe Jenson, Mindy Vaughn also knew the passcode to her apartment.
Her mother showed up every few days; it was a common occurrence and sometimes impossible to avoid. Last night, she’d hung up on Mindy Vaughn... Her mother was always so suspicious, she’d probably come over today.
It turned out Alice’s caution was justified.
Not even half an hour after Alice had left, Mindy Vaughn actually showed up. She keyed in the passcode, opened the door, and let herself in. She wandered around the apartment for a bit before heading into Alice’s bedroom.
She was greeted by the faint scent of perfume.
Mindy Vaughn recognized the scent; it was from the bottle of perfume she had given Alice. She walked to the bed, lifted the comforter, fluffed the pillows, and pulled the curtains open to check again. Only after confirming that nothing was out of place did she finally feel at ease.
"Looks like I was overthinking it," Mindy Vaughn muttered to herself.
She hadn’t slept well all night, feeling that something was off with Alice during their video call, that she was hiding something. But it had been too late to come over, so she had to wait and rush here this morning.
A few minutes later, Mindy Vaughn came out of Alice’s apartment.
She closed the door and turned, bumping right into her neighbor, Mrs. Yates, who was just returning with groceries.
"You’re Dr. York’s mother, right?"
Mrs. Yates recognized Mindy Vaughn at a glance.
But Mindy Vaughn had no memory of the woman and disdained interacting with such common folk.
She offered a perfunctory smile and was about to leave when Mrs. Yates stopped her, asking with a cheerful grin, "Mrs. York, are wedding bells in the near future for Dr. York?"
