After His Sweetheart Moved In, He Came Home Every Night-Chapter 96: Went Straight In For a Kiss

’He’s really here for Alice!’

Zoe Jenson feigned composure. "I’m the only one home. I’m not sure who Third Master Sterling is looking for."

"Alice York."

Wyatt Sterling was being patient, but only because Zoe Jenson was Alice’s friend.

But Zoe Jenson didn’t realize this. She continued to play dumb. "Alice and I are close, and we do hang out often, but we didn’t make plans today. Third Master Sterling, you’ve come to the wrong place. Please leave."

Wyatt Sterling’s last shred of patience vanished. He turned his head, signaling for Mason Cheney, who was standing behind him, to act.

Mason Cheney understood. He stepped forward and pulled Zoe Jenson aside. "My apologies, Miss Jenson."

"Apologies are one thing, but why are you hugging me?"

Mason Cheney broke into a sweat. "I’m not hugging you."

"Then let go."

"I can’t."

"..."

Zoe Jenson knew Wyatt Sterling wasn’t someone to be trifled with, but she had to resist for Alice’s sake. It was only when she struggled that she realized how weak she was. In front of Mason Cheney, she was like a little chick, easily held and restrained.

"Let me go! You let me go!"

Zoe Jenson kicked at Mason Cheney, but he didn’t budge. His iron-like arms held her fast, clearing a path for Wyatt Sterling.

With the path ahead clear, Wyatt Sterling walked straight toward the bedroom.

"Third Master Sterling, Alice really isn’t here..."

Zoe Jenson was frantic. She deliberately raised her voice, hoping Alice York in the room would hear her and hide.

Wyatt Sterling tossed out a command. "Cover her mouth."

"Yes, sir."

"Y-you—you’re not allowed to touch my face! Don’t touch—"

"Mmph! Mmph!"

Zoe Jenson’s eyes flew wide, welling with tears. She couldn’t make a sound. ’It’s over, it’s over. Something terrible is going to happen. Alice...’

The bedroom door wasn’t locked.

Wyatt Sterling pushed the door open and walked in. His gaze fell upon the large bed, where the slight curve under the covers clearly indicated someone was sleeping there.

He walked to the side of the bed. Thick, curly hair was spread across the pillow, but her face was buried in the blankets, making her unrecognizable.

He leaned over and pulled back the covers.

The room was well soundproofed, so Alice York hadn’t heard Zoe Jenson’s shouts. She was sleeping groggily. Feeling the covers being pulled off, she assumed it was Zoe waking her up for dinner. She burrowed deeper into the blankets, her voice soft and muffled. "Zoe, I want to sleep a little longer."

"Go home to sleep."

Wyatt Sterling continued to pull at the covers.

The moment Alice York heard Wyatt Sterling’s voice, she was instantly awake. Her body reacted faster than her mind, instinctively trying to shrink away. Wyatt’s hand, still on the covers, paused.

"What are you hiding from?"

His tone was displeased.

Alice York kept her face hidden and said nothing.

Patience was a rare commodity for Wyatt Sterling, and the anger from being deceived by her tonight hadn’t yet faded. He forcefully dragged her up from under the covers. "You’ve really gotten bold, daring to lie to—"

His words died in his throat the moment he saw Alice York’s face.

Since he had already seen it, Alice York stopped hiding. She brazenly showed him the slap mark on her face. "Sorry if it’s too ugly for your eyes, Third Uncle."

A fierce hostility flared in Wyatt Sterling’s eyes. "Who hit you?"

Alice York was calm. "Does it matter who did it?"

"It matters!"

he said sharply.

Alice York was stunned for a moment. The Wyatt Sterling before her seemed so tense, as if he genuinely cared about her. It felt like if she just told him who hit her, he would immediately get justice for her.

The thought took root in her mind, and she spoke out of spite, unable to stop herself. "If I tell you, will you stand up for me, Third Uncle?"

Wyatt Sterling’s gaze was fixed on her red, swollen face. "Speak."

Alice York tugged at the corner of her lips. "Family."

The word "family" made it easy enough to guess.

There were only two or three people in the Sterling family who would hit her. A quick process of elimination based on the timeline was all it took to figure it out.

Wyatt Sterling raised his hand as if to touch her face. Alice York didn’t flinch, letting him, but his hand stopped just before it reached her cheek.

Alice York looked first at his hand, then up at him. An icy chill seemed to have seeped into his entire expression...

The next second, he yanked her into his arms, holding her tight. "I’ll say it again: no matter what happens, you tell me."

He was holding her so forcefully she could barely breathe.

But she didn’t struggle. Enduring the discomfort, she answered, "I got hit this time because of you, Third Uncle."

Wyatt Sterling’s voice was low. "Keep talking."

She faltered for a second, then actually continued, "My mother found out I was seeing a man. She wanted to investigate, but you had already tampered with the security footage, Third Uncle. My mom couldn’t find anything, so she took all her anger out on me."

The atmosphere was silent for a moment.

Neither of them spoke again.

’In truth, as she continued speaking, Alice York was quite calm inside. Wyatt Sterling asked, so I told him the truth. He just wanted to know how I got slapped, then he’d show some symbolic tenderness, and the matter would be closed.’

’I understood the situation perfectly, which was why I could be so open about it.’

The silence stretched on for a long time before she heard Wyatt Sterling’s voice. "Is that all?"

"Yes, it is."

"Why couldn’t I get through to your phone?"

The sudden change in topic made Alice York freeze. Then she mocked herself internally. ’He acted so angry, but this time he didn’t even offer a symbolic word of comfort.’

"I smashed my phone."

The way he was holding her was uncomfortable. She endured it for a long while before pushing him away. "My mom wanted to check my phone. I could have let her, but there was no point. I don’t want to be controlled by her in such an extreme way, so I smashed it."

He let go. His eyes held the calm before a storm.

"Alice!"

Zoe Jenson had somehow broken free from Mason Cheney’s grip and suddenly ran in. But before she could get close, Mason grabbed her and pulled her back again.

Wyatt Sterling glanced over. Mason Cheney’s face was flushed, but he was too embarrassed to explain.

"Mmph, mmph..." Zoe Jenson reached for Alice York, her mouth covered, only able to make muffled sounds.

Alice York threw off the covers and sat up. "Mason Cheney, let Zoe go!"

Mason Cheney only took orders from Wyatt Sterling, so he didn’t let go.

Alice York immediately tried to get out of bed, but Wyatt Sterling grabbed her wrist. He turned his head and spoke to Mason Cheney. "Don’t let her come over here."

Mason Cheney understood, releasing only the hand covering Zoe Jenson’s mouth.

"Wyatt Sterling, if you have a problem, direct it at me! I’m the one who dragged Alice here. I’ll face you. Let Alice go!"

"Zoe, Third Uncle doesn’t mean any harm today. He just has some questions for me," Alice York said quickly, knowing her friend was worried sick.

But Zoe Jenson didn’t believe her at all. "Did he threaten you?"

Alice York froze, then immediately shook her head. "No, Third Uncle didn’t threaten me."

Wyatt Sterling turned to look at Zoe Jenson. "Do you want to know why I came looking for Alice York?"

Alice York’s heart dropped. "Third Uncle!"

Zoe Jenson vaguely sensed a deeper meaning in Wyatt Sterling’s words, but she felt it was impossible.

But what happened next directly shattered Zoe Jenson’s entire worldview.

Wyatt Sterling reached out, pulled Alice York to him, and kissed her directly—