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.

her still drawing by the window, his gaze darkened,

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

his cold hands touched her

her up the stairs to Jessica’s room, and talking to her in such a gentle manner—was

has wonderful lighting. Of course I like it!” Gianna played along and leaned into his

deliberately raised his volume. “You’re my babe. You can stay anywhere

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

his hand wander around her body before chuckling. “You smell great, Babe. You make me want to do naughty

Gianna nuzzled her face against his

was still drawing as if she could not see him flirting with Gianna, his

onto the bed and

froze, but she soon circled her arms around

them exchanged passionate kisses and words that would

let’s do this someplace

like it here?

still

can watch us if

mean!” Gianna

them, but when those words traveled into her ears, her

she saw the entangled man and woman, a wave

her pencil and

paint on her hands earlier, her fingers were wet. Regardless of how much force she used, she could not turn the knob, and in her frustration, she kicked the door. A second later, she tried to wrap

grabbed her arm. “Where the f*ck are

hand away. Then,

her again, but this time, Jessica reacted like a cat whose tail was stepped on. As she swung her hand toward him, she screeched, “You’re dirty! You’re

him was the same as the one she caught a whiff of in

it was

She quickly supported herself against the wall and vomited. Before she could put a distance between herself and

on?” Wyatt

that Gianna was still on the bed, he narrowed his eyes

was nearly frightened out of her wits by his roar,