His Domineering Lover novel Chapter 469

The girl was a Tomboy, always causing trouble.

Perhaps because she knew that Wilson would always be the first to help her out.

Gradually, Wilson got used to this hoiden.

Chelsea made Wilson's peaceful and monotonous life lively. But a disaster came, that was, Wilson's father died in a task.

Two years later, Chana married Luke. Wilson became as dumb as an oyster after all those incidents.

Chelsea kept on messing up with Wilson, soothing or torturing him in different ways. In those years, Chelsea brought warmth to Wilson, like a small-sized sun.

As time went by, Chelsea began to wear long hair and dress up. Gradually, they seemed to drift apart a little.

Wilson felt both glad and lost about the fact that Chelsea had grown up.

As a child, Chelsea would throw herself into Wilson's arms without scruple or climb up to Wilson's bed after a nightmare and hold tight on the arm of Wilson. Wilson once enjoyed these childish farces.

But those never happened again when they grew up, because the secular idea forbade them.

Later, Chelsea was out of Wilson's sight sometimes, as she made some new friends and hanged out with them.

Wilson should felt glad for Chelsea, but the estrangement with Chelsea left a loophole in Wilson's heart, and it loomed larger and larger.

His heart ached, and he felt cold and painful, like being shrouded by a frost. There had been numerous times when his courage failed Wilson before Chelsea's bedroom.

And it cost him a long time to figure out his feelings toward Chelsea. His friends laughed at his sister complex.

At first, Wilson considered this complex normal. But he realized his was different later.

He, once by chance, saw Chelsea in a bath towel looking for something in the living room.

The little girl was no longer the matchstick girl who liked to hang out with Wilson, nor the Tomboy who enjoyed the fun in a muddy puddle.

Her skins were as fair as snow, and her chestnut hair was scattered around her back. And her breasts were looming in the bath towel. Meanwhile, both her long and fair legs were warning Wilson of one thing.

His little girl had grown up. Right then, Wilson finally figured out that his sister complex was actually a love between a man and a woman.

As no brother would be horny for his little sister. That night, Wilson had a rosy dream about Chelsea, which tortured Wilson.

The fact left Wilson no courage to face Chelsea, as he was afraid that Chelsea would consider him as a freak if she found out.

A pervert who coveted his own sister was bad, Wilson avoided Chelsea from that day on. They met each other less than twice a month, though living under the same roof.

Even if they met, their previous intimacy existed no more. Wilson had to suppress his feelings.

They went to the same college. One day, Chelsea came to tell Wilson, "Wilson, I have a major crush on some guy."