Dear Sweetheart novel

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.

drawing by the window, his gaze darkened, and he pulled Gianna into his arms

in a gentle tone, “Babe, do

when his cold hands touched her

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 to put on a show

played along and leaned into his arms. “But did you forget something, Mr. Lopez? This is where

his volume. “You’re my babe. You can

hammered his chest. “Don’t be like this, Mr. Lopez. Ms. Marsh is still in the same room as

his hand wander around her body before chuckling. “You smell great,

nuzzled her

was still drawing as if she could

onto the bed and pinned her

froze, but she soon circled her arms around the

passionate kisses and words that would

let’s do

it here? Is

Marsh is still here with

matter? She can watch us if that’s

mean!”

but when those words traveled into her ears, her arms began to shake, and she could

woman,

down her pencil and walked

wanted to open the door and leave, but as she had spilled paint on her hands earlier, her fingers were wet. Regardless of how much force she used, she could not

and grabbed her arm. “Where the f*ck are you

flinging his hand away. Then, she hurriedly tried to open the door

stepped on. As she swung her hand toward him, she screeched, “You’re

smell on him was the same as

it was

Jessica’s stomach churned. She quickly supported herself against the wall and vomited. Before she could put a

what’s going on?” Wyatt darted over to

he narrowed his eyes and