His Toxic Addiction
Chapter 285: The Darkside.

Chapter 285: The Darkside.

Alfred walked into the hall stationed to be the dining hall with a few men surrounding him. He looked refreshed, all cleaned and clothed in a pant and shirt his age.

Alfred took the seat one of the men pointed for him to sit on, staring at Mr. Wyatt who was already seated cautiously.

From Mr. Wyatt’s class and status, he had seen it as unreasonable to talk to a tattered-looking man with blood stains and smell around him. So, he ordered his son’s men to clean the man up before he would hold a conversation with him.

With Alfred seated before him, Mr. Wyatt dropped his cutleries and fixed his eyes on the man. With an impressive nod towards Daniel for a job well done, he nodded to them to dismiss and returned to his meal.

Alfred was already back to normal. The only thing out of place was the eye bags under his eyes as the only visible thing off his outward appearance.

"Eat," Mr. Wyatt ordered coldly, not looking away from his food.

Alfred did not reply to that. His hands did not move and only his head did. He took in his luxurious surroundings.

He looked back at the table and scanned it stiffly. His eyes stared at the knife before him for a moment and many thoughts accumulated in his head.

The presence of no one in the dining hall gave him an upper hand if he should carry on with what he had in mind. However, he would lose since he was so weak.

From Mr. Wyatt’s side eyes, he could read Alfred’s body language, and a slow smile formed on his lips.

It’s funny how Alfred was plotting someone’s death with the rubber knife before him and it made Mr. Wyatt chuckle.

Alfred fixed his eyes on Mr. Wyatt when he heard him chuckle so dark, and his urge to drive the table knife into the man’s throat and kill him increased.

"You haven’t touched your meal," Mr. Wyatt spoke up after his small chuckle. His whole aura was still carefree even after understanding Alfred’s potential intentions towards him.

Alfred released a cautious tired breath, "It could be poisoned," he reasoned. He hasn’t eaten anything and would love to but rather stay hungry if he should dine with Mr. Wyatt or be done with any of the Wyatts.

Mr. Wyatt took his eyes off his food and started straight into Alfred’s eyes, "Thank God you still reason, and also, I should be embarrassed if you think I would waste my effort to poison a lowlife like you," he clicked his tongue, disgusted.

Alfred took in a deep breath and tightened his fist under the dining table to stop himself from picking up the knife before him, throwing it directly into Mr. Wyatt’s throat, and giving the man a painful death.

He was holding back because of one thing and that one thing was because of the people at the door. He would not leave here alive if he tried it.

He had taken a little sip of Nicklaus and it traumatized him more than anyone’s mind would ever imagine.

Mr. Wyatt took a sip of his water and dabbed his lips on the table towel. He sat up more straight with a serious aura and his blue eyes turned dangerously frightening.

He decided to start the conversation lightly before Nicklaus would arrive. "Do you know you tried to hurt my son?" and as usual, his voice lacked empathy.

Alfred raised a brow at Mr. Wyatt, "Hurt your son?" he asked becoming bolder, "I tried to hurt my daughter and not your son," he defended himself.

"Your daughter?" Mr. Wyatt repeated, tasting the sound of it on his tongue. He would have smiled at how Alfred claimed Arissa to be his daughter but he rather does that when alone.

Mr. Wyatt’s eyes became harder, "They might be in a contract marriage, yes! However, that doesn’t mean that marriage vows don’t work between them. What do you think I meant by saying that?" he eyed Alfred, "With your poor mindset, do you think you can ever go after my son to destroy him?"

Alfred’s brain tried to understand Mr. Wyatt’s words from a third person’s perspective but his understanding was slow and it frustrated him.

Mr. Wyatt went on, "You tried to hurt my daughter-in-law. Why?" he asked, "Was it because she refused to offer the documents as you have asked her to?" he straightforwardly hit the nail on the head.

He had wasted so much of his patience just by sitting down with Alfred and it was high time he put him in his place.

Alfred’s face paled. His jaw clenched and his fist tightened from rage towards Arissa and the man before him. How dare that pest tell them what he asked?

Mr. Wyatt nodded his head slowly and pinned both of his fists on the dining table, "From your reaction, I can bet that I was right," he said, relaxing his back on his seat.

A short moment of silence ensured between them and Alfred’s mind spread through so many places.

"Did you think I won’t know?" Alfred spoke up wearily after the short silence, "Do you think I would be fooled forever?"

Mr. Wyatt’s expression shifted from hard to amused with a lot of confidence flicking between both eyes. "Know what? Do feel free to enlighten me with what it is that you know about," he casually urged Alfred to spill whatever he felt he knew about.

Alfred took in a small gulp. Mr. Wyatt’s looked so confident for someone he wanted to threaten and that confident expression tried to shut him up.

"Do you think I won’t know?" Alfred repeated, shakinly.

Mr. Wyatt’s lips curled into a small smile, encouraging Alfred to go on and when Alfred did not go on, he decided to ask.

"Know what?"

Alfred released his tight fist and decided to speak up, "Did you think I wouldn’t know the darkside of the contract between my daughter and your son?"

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