His Domineering Lover
Chapter 452

After checking the suitcase, Tracey felt at ease. She picked up the suitcase and was ready to leave.

"Mr. Wallace, is there anything missing from your suitcase? If not, I have to leave now." Tracey asked politely.

Wilson didn't check his own suitcase at all, as there was nothing important inside. He shook his head and said, "You can go now."

"Alright, Mr. Wallace." Tracey walked toward the door. Wilson pursed his lips as there was no excuse for him to make her stay, though he would like to.

Tracey already stood at the door and put her shoes on, "Mr. Wallace, goodbye!" She pushed the door open and left.

After she left, Wilson sat down on the sofa gloomily, 'Damn it, why did I want to keep her here?'

His heart was about to jump out of his chest when she smiled. What spell did she cast on him?

Wilson understood why Adam, who had strong control over his passion, would fall for her, as she was special. Seeing that she was back in the opposite apartment, Wilson dialed a number, "Franco, it's me."

"Mr. Wallace, it's late. What's up?"

"It's not a big deal..." Wilson said word by word.

Steve opened the door and saw Tracey coming back with a suitcase, "Tracey, is everything going well?"

"Well, everything is fine. I will go wash up. I have to get up early tomorrow." Tracey felt relieved at last. "By the way, Tracey, how do you think of that Wilson Wallace?"

"A patient in a late-stage of the obsessive-compulsive disorder and mysophobia. He is good but a little cold. He didn't make me embarrassed. Why do you ask?" Tracey asked. "Oh, out of curiosity." Steve didn't pursue the topic. Since Tracey had gotten her suitcase, there was no need to talk about it anymore.

"Well, I am tired and go wash up now." Tracey didn't think too much and went back to her bedroom after a shower.

Adam made a video call, and Tracey pressed the answer button. It was sunny noon where

Adam was, while Tracey was sitting in the dark midnight.

"Tracey, are you sleeping?" Adam was sitting on a leather chair in his office now.

Tracey looked quite gentle under the table lamp, "Soon. I'm at home now."

"Where is Steve?" Adam asked with anxiety.

"Puff, Adam, are you an idiot? How could Steve sleep in the same room with me? He is in the next room." Tracey immediately knew his intention behind this video call.

"It is just a casual chat." Adam smiled, when his intention was exposed, "Tracey, I can't focus on work because of your absence. You were the impetus for me to work hard and get home ASAP in the past. Now I feel lonely at home."

Tracey comforted him at the sight of that sad face, "Adam, I will go back as soon as possible. Moreover, you can come to see me while on a business trip, can't you?"

To be honest, she missed Adam too. There used to be a warm embrace from Adam, which she enjoyed.

Adam wished to touch her soft cheek but whispered at the sight of her tiredness, "Tracey, time to sleep."

"Well, Adam, good afternoon." She hung up the phone obediently. From now on, they would live in different time zones, where day and night reversed.

Tracey fell asleep quickly after the video chat. It was a night without any dreams. Out of habit, she looked around when waking up, only to find that she was alone.

How strong her habit was! Tracey's mouth curved into a faint smile. From now on, she had to get used to a life without Adam around.

It was only six o'clock in the morning, but she got up quickly. Since it was not a working day, Tracey put on a set of sportswear instead of a career suit, tied up her ponytail, and jogged nearby.

She was still young, and this attire made her look more lovely, more youthful, and less sophisticated than before.

Wilson had the habit of jogging in the morning. He started at half-past six as usual and soon saw a woman running towards him.

Today, she tied up her hair. When running past him rhythmically, she said with a faint smile, "Mr. Wallace, morning." Then she ran away.

Wilson turned back and saw that the small figure ran furtherer and furtherer. Suddenly he chased after her under an impulse. They ran together all the way, but there was no communication.

It was eight o'clock, and the sun was high up in the sky. There was sweat on the foreheads of both of them. Tracey got a call from Steve, who informed her that the breakfast was ready.

Tracey stopped, wiped the sweat on her forehead, and intended to go home, "Mr. Wallace, I'm going home to have breakfast. Goodbye."

Tracey still maintained her good manners to this peculiar stranger. With his thin lips pursed, Wilson watched the little figure disappearing in the sunshine with a feeling that his heart was full of sunshine. Steve made a simple and nutritious breakfast for Tracey, including roasted toasts, fried eggs, hot orange juice, and fresh strawberries.

"Steve, your wife will be the happiest woman in the world." Tracey saw the breakfast arranged neatly.

"Cut that out. I won't make breakfast for anyone other than you." Steve pulled her in his arms and wiped the sweat on her face with a towel.

They used to get along with each other in this way, like lovers and more like family. He took care of her meticulously.

Tracey was used to the skinship with Adam and got averse to that of other men.

She withdrew from the arms of Steve quietly and said, "I'm starving. I will eat up!"

Steve felt more void at heart than the emptiness in his arms, as there was no way to go back in time.

He put on a smile to conceal his disappointment, "Take it easy, have some medicine first."

"No!!! Steve, please spare me. I just got away from that old butler and here comes a babysitter." Tracey felt like weeping.

Steve was amused by that dejected face like a spoiled child and smiled faintly.

"This is an order from your old butler. You may starve if it is your wish. But you must take the medicine. It is ready here. Have some." Steve soothed her.

"Steve, to be honest, this medicine doesn't work at all, though I've been drinking it for a long time. How about this, you tell the old butler that I've drunk it, and there will be only God, you and me who know the truth." Tracey wanted to throw up at the smell of the medicine.

Listening to her scheme, Steve tapped her head gently with his finger, "You wicked girl, I refuse to be part of your lie. It's for your own sake. Come on, or I'll tell on you. Whether Adam will fly over to supervise you, you should know better than me."

Steve's threat worked, as Tracey was sure that Adam would definitely fly over for her.

What's more, Tracey felt that Adam had done more than enough for her and didn't want to bother him anymore, "Steve, you win!" She was exploited by her weakness and drank the medicine in one gulp.

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