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

Silence ensued.

drawled sexily, refusing to give

in

up in bed. “Come

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

tamper with it. Babe, it’s because

at him. After setting the time,

sat across from

of this game was to guess the number based on the length

the length and frequency of the ringtone. If they were correct, they could continue playing. If one player guessed

you should sleep in the bathroom tonight! You should wash your mind

must win. It misses you too

“Scoundrel!”

seconds later, three long beeps and

Jessica immediately said, “Thirty-one!”

“Thirty-one,” Wyatt uttered.

The game continued.

to get the correct answer, but the ringtone was too fast and would change its frequency after they got the correct answer. She

“Nine.”

“Nineteen.”

signaling the

correct answer was “nineteen,” she threw the phone at Wyatt angrily. “I should have set the interval for a few more seconds,” she exclaimed. “It

flashed a smirk. “Babe,

hours later, the bedroom was dimly lit as only a bedside lamp was turned

steady breathing, Jessica opened her eyes and noticed that he was holding her tightly. As their bodies were pressed together, she felt so hot

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

him. Is he a wolfhound in his previous lifetime? How could he

robe lazily and went into the bathroom with her phone. Inside, she locked the door softly and opened

asleep and quickly accepted her

in you at the fashion

later,

Gianna: Who are you?

replied: Who I am isn’t important. I’d like to strike a deal with you. If you’re willing to be with him, I’ll transfer ten million to

to be true, no? Is Mr. Lopez playing

meet. Do you want to