Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 393

After thinking for a long time, Wyatt still ended up opening the door.

As soon as he entered, flames caught his eyes. He realized Jessica had lit a lighter in her hand, and the fire was burning fiercely.

It gave him such a shock that he darted over, slapped the drawing out of her hand, and frantically put the fire out using his jacket. Only when the fire went out did he finally let out a sigh of relief. “Do you have a f*cking death wish?” he scolded, his countenance cold.

Jessica did not look at him. With her head hung, she merely stared at the jacket on the ground and said, “When he sent me my meal the other day, I thought he had a great figure. So, I asked him to be my model. I don’t know how it happened, but as I drew, the drawing turned into someone else. When he saw it, he asked me who it was.”

Wyatt belatedly realized she was talking about the drawing. Somehow, he seemed to understand something.

Jessica’s eyes were empty and lifeless. Even her tone was flat. “I told him that was a man I once loved. From now on, he’s dead. I won’t love him anymore.”

Her words left him frozen to the ground.

Then, she wriggled her arm and freed it from his grip. Without even looking at him, she walked over to the bed, pulled the covers, and buried herself in it as if she was alone in the room the entire time.

Moments later, Wyatt’s fingers finally twitched, showing signs of him returning to his senses. He lowered himself to pick up his jacket, revealing the charred drawing on the ground.

Using his hand, he cleaned the drawing. The moment he saw the facial features of the man on the unburned part of the paper, especially his affectionate gaze and languid smile, he was shocked. It’s me.

Wyatt’s heart clenched, and he felt a terrible ache in his chest. Even his fingers that were holding the drawing were trembling.

Jessica never drew another man. The one she loves is me. I was the one she drew.

For the past two months, Rayna used all kinds of aggressive methods to convince all the politicians and elites on the list. Of course, she also utilized the influence of the Terblanc family, their backer, to do so. However, there was one person she failed to convince, and that was Marcus.

The man was involved in the fabric business. Though he was not as powerful as the politicians, he was still on the list, which meant that he was equally important.

Throughout the past two weeks, Rayna talked to him countless times and even negotiated with him using the formulae of some fabrics that were difficult to dye. Still, he was unfazed.

Finally, Marcus gave her a hint. “Ms. Garland, I really wish to work with you, but there’s nothing that can be done. Someone else offered me something more valuable.”

“And who’s that?”

know. That’s something for you to find

frowned after the call

politicians and elites supported Arnaud, they at least knew that Boniel adored Jefferson the most, meaning

most powerful or choose to do nothing. Hence, it was impossible for them to

regain his rights as the

finding the answer that she failed to hear the knock on the door or notice Jefferson entering. It was

beside her. The sight of her pale face distressed him,

slender fingers. “Yeah. He told me someone had bribed him into not signing the agreement. The thing is, he refused to

it if he doesn’t want to sign the agreement. Don’t worry too much, okay? Being emotional

that, Rayna instinctively caressed her

was more than three months along with twins, yet

night and discovered that they were

and took small mouthfuls of it. In between sips, she said, “Even if he refuses to sign, we have other methods that we can use. Sometimes, despicable means are worth using

haven’t you? Is that

“I just wanted to be safe. Who knew someone would bribe him? Besides, he’s been in the business world for many years. I’m sure we can find

asking, “Have

should be sent to your phone in the afternoon. You’re getting better at this. I wonder who taught you so well,” he teased, booping

only after he finished saying that sentence did he realize something was off,

and thinking when

unnatural smile. “Yep. You’re

she asked worriedly, “How are you feeling? Does your

gentle voice, “It hardly hurts now, and I stopped coughing up blood. The doctor says I’ll

bad for him that she could no longer bring herself to drink the chicken

If I had been more careful back then, Arnaud’s scheme wouldn’t have

You know how vicious Arnaud is. You couldn’t have prevented it no matter how

have to blame yourself for it. I’m more than satisfied to have you by my side

I want you to live longer,” she choked out

follow him to Yartran was to use him to deal with Arnaud and avenge Kristie. At the same time, she wanted