His Domineering Lover novel 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.