His Domineering Lover
Chapter 461

Steve was alert to the provocations from Wilson. Adam had known Tracey from childhood.

Steve could do nothing about the special relationship between them, and Adam was good to Tracey. There was no choice left for Steve but to give up. 'But who the hell is this Wilson Wallace? One stranger like him could replace me before Tracey?'

"Mr. Wallace, please leave it to me. I know Tracey well and can take good care of her. What's more, this caring job is demeaning for you."

When speaking, Steve grabbed hold of the bowl and spoon in Wilson's hand. Wilson was possessive and refused to let go of them.

None of them conceded in this power competition. And the food container of good quality deformed under such strong tensile force.

Tracey looked at the slightly deformed container and said, "Well... actually, I can do it myself."

"You look as pale as a ghost. Are you sure you can do it?" Steve did not forget to tease Tracey, even in a battle with Wilson.

Although her stomach didn't hurt anymore, the vomit of all food she had last night and one night's sleep made Tracey feeble; to be specific, she didn't want to move at all, even her finger.

"But I can not have the porridge if you go on like this. I am hungry, no kidding." Tracey tried to arouse their sympathies.

At the sight of her haggard face, Steve and Wilson loosed their hands, which resulted in a spatter of the porridge on the quilt.

Tracey, starved, felt sad at this accident, as the porridge smelled good.

"How absurd that one couldn't get hold of a bowl!" Steve mocked Wilson. Out of Jealousy, he ignored the powerful influence of Wilson and disregarded his own future.

As he firmly believed that Tracey had been under his protection, now was Adam's, but never would be Wilson's.

"Well said, as if you had caught it." Wilson retorted coldly. There seemed to be no chance for them to be friends.

"I'm hungry. No joke!" Tracey looked desperate. She hadn't taken a mouthful of that yummy porridge yet!

"I will have my assistant sent another bowl here." Wilson bade his assistant this errand. And the quilt with porridge was a challenge to a neat freak.

Staring at the porridge, Wilson frowned deeply. The quilt was opened, and Wilson intended to lift Tracey up. Unfortunately, his plan was interrupted by Steve.

"Mr. Wallace, this fat pig has already been engaged. It is more appropriate for a family like me to lift her up than a stranger like you. What's more, I get used to it." Steve already lifted Tracey up. Tracey pouted her lips, "Hey, who is the fat pig?" But Steve did tell the truth.

It was Steve who had carried her to the bed whenever she had fallen asleep before a computer out of overtime.

Moreover, he had done the cleansing and washing up for her. They had been more intimate than the family did.

"Come on! Look at you getting all that weight in the past few months! Are you sure Adam didn't feed you like a pig?" Steve couldn't help teasing, but Tracey was light, which he knew from the lifting up. Tracey managed to keep her weight because of her gastritis, though Adam tried to fatten her up in every way.

Wilson saw the little woman snuggling in Steve's arms, with her hands around his neck habitually and her little fair feet exposed.

"Mr. Wallace, please change the sheets." Steve had a sly smile on his face.

Shooting a glance at Steve, Wilson said nothing. Then he began to change the sheet, which turned an errand into torture for others.

Why? Because Wilson made the bed as smoothly and neatly as a paper, so there was no survival space for a small wrinkle.

Even the margin of the sheet on both sides of the bed should be of the same length. His work turned out to be a feast for the eyes, and one didn't have the heart to sleep on it.

This artwork required much elaboration and time than usual, and Wilson managed to ignore the continuous complaint of wasting time from Steve all the time.

Both Steve and Tracey were cautious and careful when getting close to the bed, as both of them were afraid of destroying this artwork by causing a wrinkle on the sheet. Tracey finally got back to bed after a long waiting.

Right then, the assistant arrived with the porridge. And Tracey was smart enough to make the appointment before a scramble started again, "Let Steve feed me, as he is used to it."

Steve smiled at Wilson. Wilson ignored him and checked his watch. There was an important meeting for Wilson at hand, and Steve was here for Tracey.

Although never good at expressing his concern for others, Wilson did his best, "Have a good rest. I'll come to see you after work." There was a long pause between these two sentences.

"Thank you, Mr. Wallace. Steve will take care of me, so you..." Tracey held her tongue, as it was inappropriate for her to advise his not coming.

"I'll come." Meanwhile, Wilson interrupted her. Then, he left without turning his head.

"What are you looking at? He has been gone. Await the cell phone bombing from Adam, as I will tell on you." Steve shook his hand in front of Tracey.

Tracey didn't take this jeer seriously, "Steve, why have you been against Mr. Wallace?"

"Mr. Wallace, Mr. Wallace, how long have you known him?" Steve admitted that he was jealous. Steve was OK with Adam, but who was this Wilson Wallace? Did he have three years of memories with Tracey? "Only a few days. Steve, are you too tired? Mr. Wallace did nothing wrong. Why have you been against him since you came in?"

"Without him, I should be late to the cure last night and got danger. What's more, he stayed overnight for me. He didn't deserve your bad manners." Tracey failed to grasp the anger from Steve.

"He stayed with you overnight, and I have looked for you for the whole night. Tracey, does your conscience stir?"

"You announced your engagement with Adam a few months ago when you went back to your homeland. Well, Adam has been your sweetheart since your childhood. OK, I quitted."

"Now you mess up with Wilson upon your return to the US. Are you born like that? Don't you know how desperate I felt at your loss of contact last night I"

As Steve hadn't slept for a day and night, his eyes were red. Tracey was stunned by his roar.

"Steve, what, what's wrong with you? Why are you so angry with Mr. Wallace? Is there some misunderstanding? He and I..."

"You're a stupid woman always making trouble!" Steve was infuriated for her defence for Wilson.

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