His Precious Love

Chapter 540

After receiving a reply, Wyatt brushed Jacob off violently and carried Jessica outside with a darkened expression.

The housekeeper was frightened and asked in a trembling voice, “S-Sir, what happened?”

Jacob scrambled from the floor and ran after Wyatt. He grabbed Wyatt, who was about to leave through the door. “Wyatt, if she's the one you have been finding, look at what she has become!”

“Let go of me!” Wyatt looked at him.

“Let her go. We can have a proper discussion then.” Jacob had grown fond of Jessica after interacting with her and observing her become more cheerful with each passing day.

He was worried Jessica would suffer since Wyatt seemed to have lost his mind.

He felt sorry for her.

“I ask you to let go of me! Don't force me to hit you,” Wyatt bellowed, the look in his eyes grim.

Jacob did not let go of Wyatt, forcing the latter to stay. “Wyatt, let me give you a piece of advice. She's not in the right state to leave with you. You should let her choose whether she wants to leave.”

Since Jacob refused to let him leave, Wyatt lost his cool and kicked Jacob in the chest, sending the latter flying away.

Jacob slammed against the wall, letting out two pained coughs.

Wyatt didn't even cast him a glance as he walked away with Jessica. Outside, the whirling sounds of helicopter rotors could be heard.

Soon, the helicopter left.

Jacob couldn't get up for a long time. He lay on the ground and massaged the area where he was kicked, inhaling sharply. “This b*stard went all out on me...”

D*mn it! I should have gone for training!

Jessica did not say anything on the way back to Norwal City. She was curled up in the seat with her head lowered as if she was in a trance. Wyatt kept glancing at her with a darkened expression.

The helicopter arrived at Zenisan Villa and landed on a helipad behind the artificial lake.

The housekeepers in Zenisan Villa had not left yet, so when the doorbell rang, one of the housekeepers ran over to open the door. She got a fright when she saw Wyatt carrying a woman.

“M-Mr. Lopez.”

Wyatt ignored her and carried Jessica up the stairs.

Another housekeeper who arrived later asked the housekeeper who had opened the door, “Mr. Lopez has arrived, and he does not appear pleased. Who is he carrying in his arms?”

She replied, “It seems like Ms. Marsh.”

The two housekeepers shared a look. They were aware that their days would no longer be peaceful.

After entering the bedroom, Wyatt placed Jessica on the couch and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. “Why did you run away? Tell me.”

Jessica's head was still lowered. It was as though she didn't hear him.

“Jessica, I'm asking you a question!” Wyatt squatted in front of her and grabbed her by her chin tightly, forcing her to look at him.

A pair of large gorgeous, but lifeless eyes greeted him. Her face was covered in dried tears.

She couldn't see Wyatt at all.

Wyatt sensed something amiss with her and suddenly remembered Jacob said that Jessica could no longer see. He felt a pang in his heart as frustration overwhelmed him.

“I'm sorry. I was too impulsive,” Wyatt replied softly and held her hand.

It hurt him to feel her ice-cold hands.

When he found Jessica, he promised he wouldn't get mad at her. Nevertheless, he lost all reasoning the moment he saw her.

Wyatt held her hand close to his lips and kissed it. He said gently, “Let's stop fighting and live our lives properly. I promise I won't get angry at you anymore.”

Jessica remained silent, so Wyatt stood up and hugged her. “Jessie, please reply to me. I know I was in the wrong. You can hit or scold me however you want.”

She was so skinny because she had lost so much weight. Wyatt's heart felt as if it had been stabbed by a dagger.

“I forgive you. Let bygones be bygones.” Wyatt nestled his head in her neck. He breathed in her familiar scent, finally at ease.

No matter what Wyatt said, Jessica simply kept quiet.

Wyatt was not in a hurry. He held her face and kissed her. “Jessie, please talk to me.”

He didn't like how cold she was and how she ignored him.

Jessica opened her mouth and struggled to form her words. “I-I'm sorry. I'll listen to you...”

The smile on Wyatt's face stiffened.

Jessica grabbed onto his clothes and started crying uncontrollably. She pleaded, “I-I will never run away again. I promise I'll listen to you obediently. I'll do whatever you want me to do.”

Her tears fell into her mouth. She continued to beg in a hoarse voice, “Please let Uncle Oliver and Aunt Danielle go.”

“They are dead.”

Jessica suddenly started screaming, “No! They aren't dead! You must be hiding them! Please! I beg you! Let them go!”

She waved her hands in the air as she struggled to get out of his arms.

Before Wyatt could react, Jessica kneeled in front of him. “I'll never run away again. I promise I will stay by your side obediently. P-Please let them go...”

Her misty eyes were swollen and red from the crying.

She could not see where Wyatt was but still tried to grovel before him.

Wyatt quickly stopped her. He was so livid to the point that his chest heaved violently. “Jessica, do you think I'm that heartless to hurt your loved ones?”

Jessica was still begging, “Please. I'm willing to do whatever it takes if you let them go.”