Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent) novel Chapter 196

The old man’s face darkened, his brow furrowing as he looked sternly at Tyrone and Alicia. “In broad daylight—honestly, what sort of behavior is this?”

But even as the words left his mouth, he paused, caught off guard by the scene before him. For a moment, all thoughts of propriety vanished. He stared at Tyrone and Alicia, utterly stunned.

His eldest grandson… From the time Tyrone hit puberty, he’d been skittish around women—nearly thirty now, and the old man had never even heard of him sitting close to a woman, let alone this. Yet here he was, cradling Alicia in his arms, completely shameless about it.

It was… well, it was simply beyond anything the old man had ever imagined.

He pointed at Tyrone, speechless, then turned to look at Serena.

Both Jade and Serena had insisted Tyrone was practically allergic to women, suffering from some sort of psychological aversion. He’d never lay a finger on Alicia. If Alicia really was pregnant, it had to be Vincent’s child. That was why he’d marched over here, furious, dragging the housekeeper along.

And yet—this is what he walked in on.

Tyrone’s frown deepened. His arms tightened protectively around Alicia, refusing to let her go.

Alicia wished she could disappear into the floor. Why did everyone have to barge in all at once…?

She buried her face in the crook of Tyrone’s neck and shoulder, her cheeks burning hot.

“Grandpa, is it really proper for you to show up unannounced like this?” Tyrone’s voice was low and steady.

Serena stood frozen, staring at Tyrone and Alicia in disbelief.

She’d known Tyrone for years. After his accident, she’d been the one by his side, encouraging and caring for him. She’d always believed that, age aside, she was everything Tyrone could want in a partner. She’d even considered—if Tyrone could never bring himself to touch a woman—she’d gladly have a child for him through IVF…

But now, the man who’d always been so fastidious about women was holding Alicia in his arms, letting her hide her face against his neck.

Alicia felt like she could die from embarrassment. All she could do was keep her face buried against Tyrone’s neck, refusing to look up.

Wilma, the housekeeper, chuckled softly and slipped away to the kitchen to prepare some tea for the old man.

He watched the young couple, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. What kind of hold did Alicia have over his grandson? She had both Tyrone and the Lawson boy hopelessly bewitched.

“Grandpa, you drop by uninvited and act like this—is there something urgent?” Tyrone’s tone was cool, with a hint of sarcasm, showing no mercy even to his own grandfather.

“Tell me—did you and Alicia use IVF for this baby?” The old man’s voice was grave.

Serena sat stiffly at the edge of her seat, still clinging to hope. Maybe the child was conceived in a lab, maybe Tyrone had never truly touched Alicia.

“So you show up at the crack of dawn just to ask about my private life?” Tyrone’s patience was wearing thin. “I’m perfectly healthy, every part in working order. Why on earth would I put my wife through that ordeal?”