Dear Sweetheart novel

“Y-You monster! Is that why you’ve been treating me well all this while? So you could avenge Bianca?” Scarlett’s

legs were shaking as the sudden realization dawned upon her.

“My, aren’t you a smart one, Ms. Yancey?” Wyatt walked up to her. “It’s too bad your father isn’t as lucky as you

are. He didn’t even know how he died.”

Scarlett nearly let out a scream when she heard that. “You mean he didn’t die in a car accident? You were the one

who killed him?” she asked in a trembling voice.

“Nonsense! I’m a law-abiding citizen! I would never do something illegal like that!”

“You’re a monster, Wyatt! Give me back my father!” Scarlett screamed at the top of her lungs while pounding

against Wyatt’s chest, only to have Wyatt shove her to the floor.

Enraged, Scarlett scrambled to her feet and charged at Wyatt a second time.

Wyatt sent her flying backward with a swift kick to the stomach.

Scarlett screamed as she doubled over and trembled in pain.

Wyatt stared her down before making his way to his desk. He made a call using the telephone and said, “Send two

security guards over to my office. There’s a piece of trash here that needs to be taken out.”

Three minutes later, two burly security guards arrived at the CEO’s office and dragged Scarlett out of there.

After that, Wyatt returned to his seat and carried on working as though nothing had happened.

He was busy going through his documents when his phone started ringing all of a sudden.

A glance at the caller ID revealed that it was a call from the housekeeper at Zenisan Villa.

“What is it?”

“Will you be coming home tonight, Mr. Lopez? Ms. Marsh’s morning sickness has worsened lately. She’s vomiting

everything she eats. The doctor came over to examine her earlier. He said she needs to eat no matter what, or the

baby—”

The look in Wyatt’s eyes grew cold as he shouted, “Then feed her again! What, am I not paying you all enough to

prepare more meals?”

“It is enough, but Ms. Marsh vomits the food seconds after eating it. There’s not much we can do about that.”

“I’ll head over tonight!” Wyatt then hung up the phone.

The mere thought of how skinny Jessica had become irritated him to no end. As he glanced at his watch and saw

that it was five in the evening, he decided to pack his stuff and leave the office.

On his way to the underground parking lot, Wyatt sent a text asking the other party to upload the pictures and

videos all over the internet, including on school websites.

The sky was already dark by the time he arrived outside Zenisan Villa.

The look on his face turned gloomy when he entered the house and saw no sign of Jessica. “Did she not come

downstairs today?” he asked the housekeeper.

“S-She did. Ms. Marsh spent some time in the garden in the afternoon when the weather was great. She went back

upstairs at three and never came down after that,” the housekeeper replied.

Wyatt’s expression grew even colder after he heard that.

“Give me the food. I’ll bring it upstairs myself,” he said while handing the housekeeper his coat.

“Right away, Sir.”

The housekeepers quickly plated the food and handed it over to Wyatt.

All of them held their breaths anxiously as they watched him bring it upstairs.

Wyatt made his way up to the third floor and opened the bedroom door.

His gaze fell upon Jessica, who was sitting by the window, the moment he entered the room.

She had on a set of gray loungewear and was focused on reading a book. Her hands were so skinny that they

looked as though they would snap from a gentle squeeze.

Wyatt placed the food down on the table, pulled up a chair, and sat down in front of her.

Jessica kept her head low and ignored him as she continued reading her book.

Feeling a little annoyed, Wyatt snatched her book away and tossed it onto the couch. He blew on a spoonful of soup

before holding it up to her mouth.

Jessica showed no expression as she lowered her head and drank the soup.

She maintained that same blank look on her face as he continued feeding her.

Since she burned her drawing, Jessica rarely ever spoke.

She always remained on the third floor, even if he didn’t confine her to it. Most of the time, she would be either

reading a book or staring blankly out the window. Even when sleeping together, Wyatt felt little to no warmth from

her, and that upset him deeply.

Wyatt had just finished feeding her the food when Jessica frowned all of a sudden. She held a hand over her mouth,

ran toward the bathroom, and vomited everything up.

Jessica’s face was a little pale when she stepped out of the bathroom moments later. It pained Wyatt to see her

suffering so much from her morning sickness.

As she sat down in front of him and continued reading the book, he asked, “I’ll take you overseas next week. Would

you prefer to travel by sea or by plane? Are there any countries you would like to visit?”

Jessica did not respond.

Wyatt felt incredibly irritated when he saw her ignoring him again.

He snatched the book over, tossed it onto the carpet, and yelled, “I’ve already apologized to you and provided jobs

to the family members of that housekeeper. What more do you f*cking want from me? Why are you being so cold

to me?” He grabbed her arm and pulled her toward him. “Talk to me!”

“I don’t want to go anywhere. You want this child, so I’ll give birth to this child and leave you for good,” Jessica

replied in an icy-cold tone.

“You think you can just walk away after everything you’ve done to me? You think I care about this child?” Wyatt

asked with a vicious look on his face.

“Then go ahead and arrange for an abortion. There are plenty of women out there who can give you children.”

Wyatt slapped her hard across the face. He was so mad that he felt like killing her on the spot. “Why are you so

heartless? An evil woman like you should never have existed!”

As the skin on Jessica’s face was rather thin, it turned red immediately after being slapped.

Even so, she simply pursed her lips and kept her head down without saying anything.

After a prolonged moment of silence, Wyatt brushed her off violently and left with the food tray.

Jessica picked up the book from the carpet and continued reading it on the couch. However, her fingers were

trembling as she tried to turn the pages.

Wyatt took his anger out on the housekeepers after heading downstairs.

“Have her go for walks in the garden more often. Also, bring her a new dish every time she vomits! If I find out that

she has gotten even skinnier the next time I see her, I will not spare all of you.”

The housekeepers were all shivering in fear when they heard that.

We chose to work here because of the high pay. Who would’ve thought Mr. Lopez would be such a hot-tempered

and violent man?

Wyatt entered his study, where he worked till the wee hours of the morning. Upon making his way back to the third

floor, he saw that the bedroom was dimly lit and figured Jessica was asleep.

Without switching on the lights, he entered the bathroom to take a shower and brush his teeth.

After that, he lifted a corner of the blanket and gently climbed into bed so as to not wake Jessica up.

She had her back facing him to put some distance between them. Naturally, Wyatt didn’t like that very much, so he

reached over to pull her into his embrace. The feeling of her slender arms in his hands and her faint, fragrant scent

set his heart at ease.

Right as he had gotten comfortable in bed, he heard the sound of his phone vibrating on the nightstand.

“What the f*ck is your problem? Why are you calling me at this hour?” he asked angrily upon answering the phone.

The person on the other line replied softly, “I’m sorry for disturbing you, Mr. Lopez. You told me to call immediately

if anything happened, so…”