His Domineering Lover
Chapter 540

Wilson arrived yesterday. How could he miss the launch event for Tracey's perfume?

For Wilson, Tracey was a special friend. Besides, Tracey told him the truth about Chelsea. There was still a house for Willson at home, though the Wallace family immigrated into the US a long time ago. The Wallaces could come back to celebrate Spring Festival when Old Mr. Wallace was still alive. One year, Chelsea told Wilson that she liked this land.

Wilson suspected that Chelsea was in China. But he felt sure for one thing, that was, wherever she lived, she couldn't call herself Chelsea anymore.

Wilson received no news about Chelsea at all, so he didn't know how to track her. What was more, Chelsea left no trace for her deliberate disappearance.

Wilson went to the old house the moment he got off the plane. His last time to be there was ten years ago when his grandfather died.

It snowed. And this snow reminded Wilson of Chelsea, who felt cold more than anyone. Still young, Wilson helped her put on the scarf layer by layer and grabbed her hand into his own pocket. Years passed. Was Chelsea in this snowing city?

"Hey, what's the rush?" Steve chuntered to catch up with Wilson. They came together. Given the friendship between Steve and Tracey, how could Steve be absent from this event?

They would like to surprise Tracye, so Tracey was still kept in the dark of their coming.

"You go to the hotel, and I will join you later," Wilson said flatly. He got in a taxi, leaving Steve trembling in the snow.

The Wallace family was rich, so this old house turned out to be a villa. The taxi waited at the door at Wilson's command.

Wilson looked inside. He wished to see some warm light, but Chelsea was that stupid to live here.

Wilson walked toward the gate in the heavy snow.

He froze there when entering the yard.

There were two snowmen, one big and one little, hand in hand.

Wilson's memories rewound to that year when Chelsea became his family. Back then, his grandfather was sick, so the Wallaces came back before the Christmas Eve rather than Spring Festival.

It was the first time for Chelsea to leave the US. And she felt excited and thrilled about her first trip to China.

She loved food. Wilson was glad to accompany Chelsea to hunt out those yummy street snacks, though a stranger to this city,

On Christmas Eve, it snowed heavily. Chelsea led Wilson to the yard with excitement. "Wilson, let's build a snowman."

"No." Wilson had been indifferent to the childish activities since young. However, he always surrendered to the will of Chelsea.

They build two snowmen, one big and one little. Pointing at the little one, Chelsea said happily that it was her, while the other one was Wilson, and they would stay together forever. Children said what they liked, and no one could predict the future.

Wilson got mad at the sight of the two snowmen. The snowmen looked more beautiful than the ones in his memory, but Wilson still could tell that they were works of Chelsea. "Chelsea, Chelsea!" Wilson yelled crazily and hastened into the foyer. Turning on the light, he saw the room was tidy, without a speck of dust.

No one was here. Wilson checked the bedroom where Chelsea and he once lived.

Chelsea liked Wilson, so they were roommates. The drawings Chelsea painted were still hanging on the wall.

They were childish drawings, but Wilson existed in every one of them. Wilson questioned himself. 'Why didn't I notice this before?'

Chelsea expressed her feeling in those drawings. She wrote on one drawing 'Silly Wilson'. Wilson fumbled with those crooked words.

'Well, I was such a fool! I didn't dare to confess, though I love Chelsea. If I was a little braver or not that overcautious, Chelsea might not be in a dilemma.'

Everything was tidy, which meant Chelsea would drop by from time to time. Ecstasy grasped Wilson.

'I will meet her one day if I keep waiting here.'

Wilson could tell from the snowmen in the yard that Chelsea still loved himself.

This thought thrilled Wilson, and he couldn't help rolling on the bed. There was a scent, which Chelsea loved, on the bedsheet.

Chelsea liked to spray perfume on the quilt and bedsheet. This scent convinced Wilson that Chelsea would spend a night here sometimes. And this scent reminded Wilson of the old times with Chelsea.

It was cold and quiet here. Wilson felt sorry for Chelsea, who spent lonely nights here from time to time, as she was not good with coldness, darkness, bugs, and mice.

"Chelsea, I will find you."

Getting up from the bed, Wilson made the bed carefully. He would like to restore the room to the old look; otherwise Chelsea would be alert or even run away again. Wilson felt that he couldn't be too careful this time.

Wilson left the villa after confirming everything was the same in the old way. Since he knew the trace of Chelsea, his plan was to catch a turtle in the jar- a sure catch.

Immediately, Wilson employed a professional team to install hidden cameras around the villa, even along the road to the villa.

'Chelsea, I am waiting for you in an escapeproof net!'

Feeling that Chelsea wouldn't come to the villa in a short time, Wilson didn't stay in the villa.

He would like to spend the rest of his life with Chelsea, not the fleeting happiness.

Wilson went to the hotel where Steve booked. That night, he had a sweet dream in which his little girl ran to his arms with a bright smile, "Wilson!"

"Chelsea."

The sun was setting down, and the shadows of the two in embrace were stretched.

This dream made Wilson feel good in the morning. At half-past seven, he went to the canteen for breakfast. For having too much food yesterday, Steve still lied on the bed with a stomachache. Wilson sat by the window to eat a toast while thinking of Chelsea. All of a sudden, a woman appeared.

Wilson didn't even spare a glance at Lucy and replied coldly, "Occupied."

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