Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 389

Wyatt then grabbed Jessica by her hair and forced her to come closer to him. “Who knows where that guy is doing hard labor at now? You’ll never see him again, so stop dreaming about him!”

At the peak of her fury, Jessica trembled and slapped him.

“F*ck! Did you just hit me?” Wyatt’s expression darkened, and he lifted his hand to give her a slap in return. Yet, when she lifted her head to look at him, he saw how thin and pale her small face had become.

His heart ached. A few seconds later, he roughly threw her aside and snarled, “You’re not going to eat, huh? I’ll get the housekeeper to pry open your mouth and feed you by force later!”

With that said, he stalked away.

Jessica remained rooted in her spot for a while before walking over to pick up the torn painting. Slowly, she pieced it back together.

She stared at the painting. A man with a blurry face lay on a couch, hugging sunflowers. She had long since pained his features in her memory, but now, it was starting to melt away.

If he did not believe her, why should she explain anything to him?

Meanwhile, Wyatt was still fuming. In the end, he only ate a few bites before heading upstairs to his study to deal with work.

Nevertheless, not long after he started working, he began mulling over how Jessica had been brushing her fingers over the painting earlier as if it was a priceless treasure and how she had slapped him.

“Godd*mn it!” The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he slammed the pen onto the table.

I shouldn’t have let that male housekeeper off so easily! I should have chopped his hands and feet off and let Jessica take a good look at him. That way, she’ll never think of going for another man!

“Sir,” a housekeeper knocked on the door. She then fearfully said, “We’ve fed Ms. Marsh. Is there anything you want us to do?”

Wyatt snapped, “No! Now scram!”

He then swept all of the documents on the table to the ground, and he even threw the computer to the floor. Even after his angry outburst, he was still heaving and grinding his teeth.

After sitting in his chair for ten whole minutes, he abruptly got to his feet and left the study.

Just as he entered Gianna’s room, he saw her coming out of the bathroom in a bathrobe. Instantly, he walked over to her and dragged her all the way to the third floor.

window,

head, he then asked her in a gentle tone, “Babe, do

when his cold hands

that everything Wyatt just did—gloomily entering her room, towing her up the stairs to Jessica’s room, and talking to her in such a gentle manner—was

leaned into his arms. “But did you forget something, Mr. Lopez?

by the windowsill and deliberately raised his volume. “You’re my babe. You

his chest. “Don’t be like this, Mr. Lopez. Ms. Marsh is

this?” Wyatt let his hand wander around her body before chuckling. “You smell great, Babe. You make me want

Lopez…” Gianna nuzzled her face against his

gaze was fixed elsewhere. The moment he realized that Jessica was still drawing as

second, he threw Gianna onto the bed

froze, but she soon circled her arms around the man’s

exchanged passionate kisses and words that would

Lopez, let’s do this

like it here? Is

still here with

matter? She can watch us if that’s

mean!” Gianna

but when those words traveled into her ears, her arms began to

entangled man and woman, a wave of nausea

down her

wet. Regardless of how much force she used, she could not turn the knob, and in her frustration, she kicked

over and grabbed her arm. “Where the

touch me!” Jessica screamed before flinging his hand away. Then, she hurriedly tried to open the

like a cat whose tail was stepped on. As she swung her hand toward him, she screeched, “You’re

perfume she could smell on him was the same as the one

it was

wall and vomited. Before she could put a distance between herself

going on?” Wyatt darted

the bed, he narrowed his eyes and roared, “Who said you can be in here? Get

wits by his roar,