His Domineering Lover
Chapter 468

Tracey wanted to leave his arms, but the man did not let go and held her even tighter.

Tracey felt sure that Adam was in deep sleep now. Therefore, Adam's actions were out of subconsciousness, and he was afraid of her departure.

Adam's obstinacy convinced Tracey that she suffered from imaginary fears about Chelsea.

Why should Tracey doubt Adam, who couldn't let go of her even in his dream?

Leaning over, Tracey whispered in his ear, "Adam, I'm not leaving. I want to take a shower."

The man's hand loosened unconsciously, and Tracey slipped out of his arms. Adam was still lying on the bed in a posture of holding Tracey.

Tracey went to the bathroom to take a shower. New hickeys were added to the old ones, which hadn't faded away yet.

In the past, Adam would cleanse Tracey gently after having sex, and his absence now indicated his terrible tiredness.

Tracey cleansed Adam after her bath. Then she got the disinfectant fluid and bandages from a nurse.

Adam remained in the same posture as before. Tracey got a small stool and sat beside him.

She tore the scarf apart carefully, as Adam's waking up was the last thing she wished for. However, those wounds were slightly torn apart, no matter how careful her movements were. But Adam was too tired to open his eyes, and he just twisted his eyebrows for the pain.

With caution, Tracey cleansed the bloodstains on the hand with a hot towel.

Adam was alert and would wake up with the slightest noise, but he completely lost consciousness now.

Tracey bound up his wounds warily. Tracey felt good about her works, though it didn't look neat.

After putting that medical stuff away, Tracey turned off the light and went back to bed. Upon her arrival, Adam pulled Tracey back into his arms as if no separation was allowed, even if for one second. Tracey outlined Adam's face with her finger in the darkness, including his eyebrows, eyes, and nose. She would like to spend the rest of her life with this man.

Whoever Chelsea was, the past was the past. Wilson mentioned that Chelsea died for Adam.

If that was the case, it should be an urgency. Would Adam have been dead instead of Chelsea?

After an overall consideration of this matter, Tracey concluded that she could never give up, but cherish Adam.

Her displeasure disappeared at this conclusion. And Tracey fell asleep in Adam's arms.

At the same time, there was a tall man standing in a room featuring black decoration in a high-class apartment.

It was a spacious room, and the man stood before a giant frame. But the content of the frame was covered up by a black curtain.

The man pulled off the black curtain with one hand. The huge black curtain flew in the air and fell to the ground finally. It was a huge painting with pure golden frames.

In the painting was a sweetly grinning girl with a ponytail standing in the middle of a sunflower field.

The painter should be a genius, as the expression in the girl's eyes was remarkably true to life.

The girl had an infectious smile.

She could bring the viewers into the same dazzling sunflower field with green hills over there, blue sky overhead, and clouds floating.

In terms of intent, reality, and painting skills, this painting was outstanding.

The man stared at the innocent girl in the painting, and sadness crept up onto his cold face.

He muttered. And a draught, coming from the window beside him, blew away his yearning. "Chelsea, Chelsea..."

The sorrowful tone made the hearer cry.

That brisk girl relived in his memory.

His mind was full of that naughty girl, who kept messing up with him.

That day, Chana showed up with a delicate little girl, "Wilson, this is Chelsea I mentioned before. She is your little sister now. Take good care of her, no bullying!"

The girl was shy and still hiding behind Chana. Looking at Wilson warily with her big eyes, the girl greeted, "Hi, Wilson, I am Chelsea."

Wilson was older in mind than his age. Chana had given him advance notice about this little girl. The girl's father was a colleague of Wilson's father and died in the line of duty. Later the girl's mother committed suicide; therefore, the girl became an orphan now.

After deliberation, Chana decided to adopt this orphan girl. Before taking the girl home, Chana spent a lot of time persuading Wilson.

Wilson did not make a fuss about this and never considered that this girl would take the parental love away from him.

Because he knew that he could do nothing about the settled decisions of their parents.

Since young, he had never kicked up a row, as it was unnecessary and meaningless in his opinion.

Looking straight into the girl's eyes, Wilson took her hand and said, "My name is Wilson Wallace. I will be your big brother now, as I am one year older than you."

"Okay, Wilson." The little girl held his hand tightly. Later, he realized that her obedience at the first meeting was only a disguise.

"Wilson, wait for me."

"No, you run over."

"To the hell with your long legs!" The little girl was so angry that her cheeks were bulging like a little cute squirrel.

The little boy was speechless, though he was a boy of few words.

"Ouch, my foot hurts." The girl's scream came from behind. Wilson turned his head and found the girl slipped into a muddy puddle.

Different from the perfectionist Wilson, the girl always made trouble.

The girl tainted with mud looked at Wilson appealingly and said, "Wilson, I sprained my ankle."

Out of no choice, Wilson approached, and the girl opened her arms and yelled, "Wilson, embrace, raise me up, and carry me with your back."

On Wilson's back, the girl smiled happily, like a sly fox.

"Wilson is the best!" She was happy, indeed.

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