His Domineering Lover
Chapter 480

Peaceful life came back again after Adam left. The perfume course at night and daily practice in the laboratory helped Tracey get over her sense of loss quickly.

Wilson gave keys to Tracey after they got well acquainted with each other. Tracey spent all day in the lab, and Steve, who came to check Tracey, became a frequenter of Wilson's apartment. Both Wilson and Steve tried to learn more about each other, regardless of their hostility at the beginning. The lively Steve was a sharp contrast to the reserved Wilson.

Every day Steve came to the Wilson's after work. He either cooked for Tracey or brought some yummy takeaways to her.

Tracey hesitated at first, "Steve, you know a neat freak like him hates food smells in his house."

"No big deal. Doesn't he eat? We will cleanse the house after the meals." Steve didn't care about it at all.

There was a lab, and Wilson taught her at night; therefore, Tracey almost spent all day in the Wilson's.

Tracey came in the morning and studied on her own during Wilson's absence. The devices, documents, and precious notes here benefited her self-learning greatly.

Out of respect for Wilson, Tracey tried to keep his apartment as tidy as possible. But Steve held a different opinion. In his words, you couldn't spoil a freak, so he would like to cure this neat freak. Wilson got used to his gloomy life. He ate outside after work, then dragged himself home with exhaustion.

Different from the past, there was warm light to greet him upon his returning home.

In nature, Wilson liked cool tones, so the lights in his apartment were in cool ones. Not knowing Wilson's preference, Tracey changed the lights into warm colors.

Upon his entry, Wilson was touched by the warm light.

Gradually, Wilson got used to this warmth in his apartment. But today, more than that, there were also laughter and food smells.

Steve and Tracey were having fun in the living room. At the sight of Wilson, they subconsciously stopped on the spot, "Wilson, you, you're back." Tracey felt embarrassed for forgetting herself as a guest here. "Do you have dinner? If not, come, have some with us." Steve was careless. Tracey noticed all kinds of snacks Steve brought over and potato chips scattered on the table.

She felt being caught red hand, "I'll do the cleaning right away." She bore in mind that Wilson was a neat freak. Tracey felt sorry about the mess in his apartment, while she was grateful to Wilson for the perfume courses. Steve was stuffing potato chips into his mouth without scruple. Tracey glared at him and asked, "Won't stop?" A complex feeling rose in Wilson's heart. It had been a long time ago that his apartment was so noisy.

"Who allowed your entry?" he asked coldly.

"I'm here to check Tracey." Steve ignored the coldness of the man.

"Clean up now, as I hate mess," Wilson ordered coldly. The room had been as tidy and clean as usual in the past few days when Tracey stayed here alone. However, Steve messed up everything upon his appearance in this apartment.

"Sh*t." Steve stood up. Wilson mistook that Steve would start his cleaning up, but instead, Steve scattered all those potato chips over the floor.

"Hahaha, clean up, tidy up."

Tracey raised her eyebrows speechlessly. She wondered if Steve's childish behaviors resulted from heavy work pressure.

Wilson was at a loss for words for what before his eyes. A president of a listed company was so puerile that he even tramped on those chips on the floor, making a mess into a disaster.

"Are you out of your mind?" There was rage burning in Wilson's chest. Steve came to challenge him without an invitation.

'Tm helping. How come a man is a neat freak?" Steve happily jumped up and down in the room.

Tracey had a presentiment that Wilson was losing control of his fury. Then she saw that Wilson ran toward Steve, who escaped immediately. One went after another. Tracey enjoyed the show.

Tracey knew that Steve was trying to help Wilson. The interactions with Wilson in the past few days convinced Steve that Wilson was not a bad guy.

And the story about Chelsea Tracey shared strengthened his determination to help Wilson. Therefore, he messed up with Wilson with a wish that Wilson could open his heart.

Two men rolled around on the bed. Tracey took photos aside as she knew that it was not a real fight.

The scene was so rare that Tracey started live streaming with her phone.

"Adam, let me show you some wonder."

"Hmm?" Adam tried to find out what happened behind Tracey. Locking up with each other, Wilson and Steve started a pillow fight.

"Amazing? Once in a lifetime." Tracey snickered with her mouth covered.

"Stay away from them. Be careful not to get involved in the fight," Adam said with concern.

"Okay."

"Tracey, let alone of helping me, how could you start live streaming? Do you forget that I came with food for you?" Steve was held down by Wilson while speaking.

"It's your fault to scatter the chips all around. If I were Wilson, I would beat you up too." Tracey gloated on the side.

"Help! Wilson, be gentle. Are you jealous of my smooth skin?" Steve's scream came. Adam smiled at the sight of Tracey's smile. The laughter from the phone filled Adam's office. Adam felt like being on the spot with them. This feeling was good.

"You are gloating. You ungrateful!" Steve threw a pillow at Tracey. Tracey's phone fell on the ground, and Adam heard a bang.

Next came Tracey's drifting voice, "How dare you hit me? Wilson, please help me." Tracey ran to Wilson and took his side to be against Steve.

There was no sight of Tracey on the phone, but Adam could see a snowflake of goose feathers with three merry voices.

"Tracey, that's how you repay me. Humph, wait and see." Steve started to attack Tracey, while Wilson protected Tracey.

Thanked God that Wilson's bed was big enough for the three of them to roll forward and back.

Finally, they lied on the bed out of exhaustion. Tracey laughed so hard that her stomach ached. It had been years since the last time Wilson laughed from the depth of his heart. "I, I give in. I'm exhausted." Tracey breathed heavily.

"You are delicate," Steve commented.

"To the hell with you, Steve!" Adam roared on the phone.