His Domineering Lover
Chapter 541

Lucy's smile froze on the face. The man didn't raise his head, so he didn't even spare her a glance.

"Well, I think..." She would like to give it another try, as it was rare to bump into a man like Wilson, imposing, handsome and rich. Lucy intended to get hold of this man to show off before Tracey.

'It is said that it is difficult for a man to chase after a woman, but it changes completely in a reversed case. I mustn't give up my shot!' Before Lucy finished her words, Wilson looked at her impatiently and said coldly, "Get lost."

The domineering aura instantly intimidated Lucy. If one would be killed by the eyes, Lucy should have been dead thousands of times. "I'm, I'm sorry." Lucy ran away, defeated. 'That man is too horrible!'

Wilson lost his appetite for this disturbance. He packed some food for Steve, then left the canteen.

Seeing off Wilson's departure with her eyes, Lucy was reluctant to accept this failure. It was difficult for her to meet a match for Adam. 'David is not a match for that man. Only if he is my boyfriend...But he is so fierce!' Lucy chewed the pasta in her mouth venomously.

Steve was still in a dream when Wilson was back in the room. They lived in a suite. Steve slept inside, while Wilson outside.

Wilson was a light sleeper. Last night, Steve didn't close his door last night, went to the toilet every hour, and stayed there for about twenty minutes.

Steve didn't fall asleep until three o'clock in the morning, so his face was white now. Wilson stood beside the bed and said coldly, "Get up, or we will be late."

Steve didn't intend to oversleep, but he was too tired for the suffering last night.

"What time is it?" His voice was a little hoarse.

Checking his wristwatch, Wilson said, "It's almost eight o'clock. There is time for you to wash up and have breakfast. The event will start at nine, and we can arrive on time if there is no traffic jam." Wilson was good at time management, as every minute was important for his work.

"Oh, the smell, yummy!" Steve, in a daze, sat up from his bed. Wilson took Steve, several years younger than him, as his friend or a little brother, though they often kicked up a row with each other. Wilson had isolated himself too long. Now he opened his heart to both Tracey and Steve. After Tracey left, there was Steve beside him.

Steve and Wilson hanged out together from time to time after Tracey left the US. Wilson got used to the noisy Steve but still disliked him messing up the house.

When Steve didn't show up, Wilson in the quiet and empty house would miss him, and it was the same case for Steve.

People who enjoyed the noisiness couldn't stand the solitude anymore. Steve was cheeky, so he would visit Wilson.

Turning on the super large TV in Wilson's house, Steve wrapped himself with a blanket, got those snacks and beverages ready, and chose one popular soap drama to watch.

Wilson didn't figure out why Steve enjoyed those silly soap dramas like middle-aged women; however, he felt good about the warm light when arriving at home.

"I bring you your breakfast in case that you get hungry on the way," Wilson explained emotionlessly.

"Not bad." Steve was almost starved to death. After a quick washing-up, Steve swallowed his breakfast.

Steve looked at Wilson, who was eating a toast, suspiciously. "Didn't you have your breakfast?"

"One annoying woman spoiled my appetite. Hurry up! We are running out of time." Wilson didn't feel like explaining.

Steve was clear that Wilson, who looked cool but was kindhearted, should be worried about him. Steve had loose bowels last night, and the event could take hours. If without breakfast, he would suffer from hunger all the entire morning.

"Okay." Steve became serious. He finished his breakfast quickly, then dressed up.

"Wilson, look at me. Do I look super hot today?" Steve became vigorous after breakfast.

Wilson looked at Steve up and down. Steve, in a navy blue coat, looked elegant and gentlemanly. His blue eyes were as clear and dazzling as the sky after rain.

Speaking of appearance, Steve, a mixed-blood, was outstanding for both oriental exquisiteness and western deep outline.

"She can't see the handsome boy." Wilson hit the nail on the head, and the smile on Steve's face collapsed instantly.

"Can't you say something nice, Wilson? Damn you!" Steve was depressed.

"It is 8:15 a.m., time to leave." Wilson tidied up his clothes and led the way out.

Steve muttered to himself, and Wilson failed to hear what he said.

Lucy, on her way out, saw Wilson getting in a car, and her heart skipped a beat. 'Is he my fate? We meet again.'

Lucy found Steve before going forward to hitting on Wilson. Lucy was once dazzled by the excellent appearance of Steve when he visited Tracey in the school a long time ago. 'They are friends!' Lucy remembered that Steve was close to Tracey, and Tracey invited Steve to dance at her birthday party.

'So, they are going to the launch event to congratulate Tracey? Why Tracey knows all excellent men?'

A malicious look flashed past Lucy's face. Once again, she lamented the unfairness of fate. 'How come Tracey does nothing but owns everything?'

She hailed a taxi to trace Wilson and Steve. As expected, Wilson and Steve headed for the launch event.

Following behind, Lucy felt bad, but her expectancy for the conning good farce was still high.

Tracey woke up early in the morning. She stood in front of the mirror for a long time. There were ten sets of clothes on the bed, and Tracey was hesitating about which one to wear. "Adam, any suggestion for my dressing up today?"

After checking the weather outside, Adam said, "It is still cold though the temperate rises a little. I think you'd better keep warm. The event is held outside, and the wind in this season is chilly." Adam put Tracey's health a priority. Shooting a glance at those warm clothes, Tracey pouted, "Then, I will look plump rather than good on camera."