Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 291 Shall We Make A Deal

As Jessica said nothing, Wyatt kissed her cheek sneakily and chuckled. “You can’t believe it, right? I’m being serious here. If you want to get married, I’ll marry you.”

Wyatt had no concept of what marriage entailed, and he disliked the complicated lifestyle of a married man. However, he really liked Jessica. She was his type and would sometimes act cute and cling to him.

He had encountered many women in the corporate world and also had a lot of girlfriends in the past, but Jessica was the only one who really knew him. He didn’t have to think about anything when he was with her. All he had to do was relax and have fun.

If she wanted to get married, he was willing to change his principles for her sake.

Jessica collected herself and whined, “No! You’re not being sincere at all. You’re asking for my hand in marriage, but it’s not very grand. You didn’t even visit my family. How can you ask to marry me like this? Do you think you’re buying vegetables at the market?”

“Oh? You think it’s too simple, huh?” Wyatt realized his mistake. He promised, “After our vacation ends, I’ll visit your family with betrothal gifts that will satisfy them.”

“Oh, we’ll discuss that when we get home.” Jessica gave him a slap on the head. “The pizza will get cold if I don’t eat it soon.”

Wyatt inched nearer and sat next to her as he fiddled with his phone. “I’ll use your name and birthday as my username, then. That way, I’ll be reminded of your birthday every time I see it!”

“Whatever!” Jessica muttered.

She looked at Wyatt, who had a smile playing on his lips. He seemed overcome by happiness. His chiseled features were very attractive, but she felt a wave of mixed emotions welling up in her heart.

I want to take revenge on Gerald, so I shouldn’t be cruel to Wyatt by toying with his feelings.

In less than a minute later, Jessica felt less guilty.

Wyatt is a playboy, so he must have lied to and caused heartbreak for numerous women. I’m merely seeking a way to address this and bring about a sense of justice by teaching him a lesson. He is a fool, anyway.

Jessica’s primary goal was to send a message, so she was full after eating a slice of pizza. After brushing her teeth, she lay down in bed and Wyatt soon joined her.

“Babe.” Wyatt kissed her shoulder, his voice was deep. “Want to play a game?”

“No.” His gaze was dark with desire, and his voice was hoarse. Jessica had suffered twice in his hands, so she immediately realized what he was getting at and refused to play along.

Wyatt rubbed his cheek against her and coaxed, “Just once, okay? My member hasn’t met you in a while and misses you a lot. I miss you, too. Please?”

Jessica threw a pillow at him. “Stop talking dirty! Ugh!”

“Babe.”

You should

Silence ensued.

sexily, refusing

punched him in embarrassment. “I’ll play the game,

sat up in

phone and added, “You always get to do it, so it seems like you

tamper with it. Babe, it’s because

time, she placed the phone

across

this game was to guess the number based

based on the length and frequency of the ringtone. If they were correct, they could continue playing. If one player guessed incorrectly, an alarm would sound,

a deep breath and stared at Wyatt. “If you lose, you should sleep

replied sternly, “No, I must win.

“Scoundrel!”

few seconds later, three long beeps and

Jessica immediately said, “Thirty-one!”

“Thirty-one,” Wyatt uttered.

The game continued.

too fast and would change its

“Nine.”

“Nineteen.”

alarm blared, signaling the end

answer was “nineteen,” she threw the phone at Wyatt angrily. “I should have

arched a brow and flashed a smirk. “Babe,

the bedroom was dimly lit as only a bedside lamp was turned

was holding her tightly. As their bodies were pressed together, she felt so hot that she was on the verge of

his arm away and tiptoed out of bed. Her legs were sore, so she promptly regretted

he a wolfhound in his previous

lazily and went into the bathroom with her phone. Inside, she locked the door softly and opened her social media to type in the

person wasn’t asleep and quickly accepted her

in you at the fashion

few seconds later,

Gianna: Who are you?

Who I am isn’t important. I’d like to strike a deal with you. If you’re willing to be

good to be true, no? Is Mr. Lopez playing a trick on

meet. Do you want to enter into