His Domineering Lover
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."

Only heaven knew how he felt at that moment. Although his heart ached terribly, he pretended to be calm, "Well, who is he?"

"Look, this is his photo. Isn't he handsome?

He is my classmate. I fell for him at the first glance." When Chelsea smiled, her dimples were good-looking.

Wilson was stung by her dazzling smile, which he loved most, "I would like to meet him someday."

"But he doesn't like me now. Anyway, Wilson, I will get him." Chelsea ran away as before.

After she left, Wilson held his chest where his heart was with his hands, feeling like someone stabbed his heart, and it hurt so much!

Since then, rumors about Chelsea's hitting on Adam had spread far and wide. And both of them were parts of the beautiful love stories in the college.

Someone teased, "Chelsea, you won't get Adam within four years, because his heart is made of stone. He won't shed a tear, even if you die for him. "Humph, I love challenge."

Chelsea started to learn how to make up, wear high heels, and walk as a lady did. And Wilson kept close attention to her changes. Wilson was always the first to try Chelsea's new dishes. But Chelsea would send Adam the dishes, which got approval from Wilson. Wilson was jealous. And more than dozens of times, he would like to hold Chelsea in his arms and told her about his love.

It was the first fear for the fearless Wilson, and he didn't dare to talk about his appalling feelings.

They were not biological siblings, but this feeling might become a taint for Chelsea, and Wilson wouldn't bear such a risk.

So, he suppressed his feelings and coldly watch what Chelsea did for Adam.

Chelsea would cheer herself up and encourage herself to try again later, after every refusal of Adam. Wilson was sorry for Chelsea and felt distressed.

He was in a paradox then. He wished that Chelsea could have her way, while he also prayed that Adam would refuse Chelsea.

This complicated feeling lasted until Chelsea died. If there was a way to turn back in time, Wilson would like to confess his feelings to Chelsea.

It didn't matter whether Chelsea accepted his feelings because her happiness was the only thing Wilson cared about. Wilson regretted his scruple.

The death of Chelsea took away all the happiness of Wilson. Wilson closed himself off. And he once hit the bottle and slept with different women to get over Chelsea.

However, he felt disgusted about the woman sleeping next to him every time he woke up at midnight. In a word, he couldn't get over Chelsea.

Then he became a neat freak, no body contact with anyone, especially women. He came home after work on time day after day and spent all night looking at the painting in this spacious room.

"Chelsea, he's back. Are you happy in heaven?" Wilson touched the smiling woman in the painting, who could dispel the darkness.

Wilson had loved Chelsea for more than 20 years, and he didn't know where was the end.