His Domineering Lover novel Chapter 457

Wilson parked the car outside a villa. There were green vines around the wall of the villa, and some flowers were blooming on it. Tracey followed Wilson to get off the car.

Tracey began to feel nervous when questions, like if Professor Luke was friendly and what she should do if getting a refusal, flooded in her mind.

A maid opened the door, and Wilson pulled Tracey into the villa domineeringly. A middle-aged woman coming from the living room became radiant at the sight of Wilson.

"Wilson, you're back. Why didn't you call Mom in advance? So I could cook your favorite food. Who... who is this lady?" The middle-aged woman hadn't noticed Tracey until now.

Tracey was shocked by the word "Mom". And Wilson did look similar to this woman.

So, could it be that Professor Luke was his father? That was why Franco had told her with certainty that Wilson would help.

However, Wilson showed no pleasure at all as his lips pressed tightly together.

"Where is him?" "Your dad, he..." The woman beamed at Wilson since his coming in.

"I don't want to repeat it again! He isn't my dad, and my father has long been dead." Wilson's cold words came. Tracey saw where the trouble was.

The mystery for Wilson's coldness seemed to be solved, but Tracey felt embarrassed for her involvement in his family mess.

"Don't be so fierce. You scare the little girl. Come to have a sit, little girl." Chana Wallace led Tracey to the living room by the hand, and her softness reminded Tracey of Venus.

Chana took Tracey as her daughter-in-law, as Wilson had never brought a woman home before.

"Hello, Mrs. Wallace. I am Tracey Xia. I would like to have a word with Professor Luke, and Mr. Wallace took me here upon my request." Tracey explained politely.

"Well, whatever you are here for, you are my guest now. Please take a seat first. What do you like to drink?" The gentleness and enthusiasm of Chana submerged Tracey.

And another voice answered the question for Tracey," Mango juice."

"Okay, take a break. I'll ask Luke to come over." Chana asked the maid to get some fruits and then went to the lab herself.

An impatient voice from inside responded to her knock on the door, "Leave me alone. No dinner, thanks!"

"Wilson is back. The last time he came was a few years ago." The door was unlocked from inside and a man came out at this notice.

That man should haven't been shaved for at least one week, and his linen clothes were wrinkled. Tracey found him still handsome in such a mess, but he shared no similarity with Wilson.

"Wilson, you're home." He walked to Wilson happily, with a strong scent from his body.

"Don't touch me," Wilson warned coldly before that man got any closer. That man paused with an eagerness to move forward.

The man who was almost in his 50s was helpless, like a child. Was this the respected Professor Luke?

Chana saved Luke from this terrible predicament skillfully, so it seemed a common occurrence. "Wilson is tired. Come meet his friend Miss Xia."

On the other hand, Wilson was kind enough to help a stranger whom he had known for less than three days? Chana doubted it.

As he was more close to the ruthless one who came home less than once a year. All in all, Chana concluded that Wilson was interested in Tracey, while Tracey was merciless to him.

Chana was smart enough to penetrate their relationship and felt glad that her son fell in love, which might dissolve his coldness and indifference towards others.

But her happiness was soon spoiled by the clarification that Tracey had been engaged. And the big diamond ring spoke for the prominent social status of her fiance.

Luke who focused on research was not as sensitive as Chana, "Miss Xia, I'm sorry. It is the first time for Wilson to bring a girl home, so I made a mistake."

"Never mind, Professor Luke. In fact, I came here to ask for your favor. You are a mogul in the field of perfume. Could you please teach me how to produce perfume?" Tracey was candid about her purpose.

"To learn how to produce perfume?" Luke was quite surprised.

Although lots of people came with the same purpose in the past few years, Tracey was the first person Wilson brought into the house.

"Yes, Professor, please." Tracey pleaded sincerely.

"But I have ended my teaching career. What's more, I am busy with my new perfume research. Sorry that I can't spare any time for you." Luke loathed teaching a green hand.

As he felt it troublesome that a green hand had to start from scratch. What was more, he didn't feel like spare his time on the new research to Tracey.