Dear Sweetheart novel

Dear Sweetheart Chapter 286 Misunderstanding Resolved

“I’ve never been duped by women in the business world,” Theodore riposted detachedly.

“Don’t tell me you want to have a taste of it?” Jasmine thumped him several times in a row before

chiding, “Even if there was a problem with the letter, why did you give the promotion up? Couldn’t you

just put up with it for three years?”

With the misunderstanding between them resolved, the atmosphere was no longer that tense. It was as

though they had gone back in time to when they were dating.

Such a feeling had Theodore feeling inexplicably relaxed and at peace.

“A promotion was meaningless when I no longer had my girlfriend. In the first place, it was a bet

between my father and me. If I stayed in the military for three years, he would overlook your family

background,” Theodore divulged.

When Jasmine heard that, her nose stung, and a strange feeling surged within her.

She threw herself into his arms and hugged him around the waist tightly. “I don’t know whether you’re

foolish or love me so much that you even gave up your future.”

“I’m not doing all that bad right now.” A smile appeared in Theodore’s eyes. No matter what, she’s back

by my side!

“Yeah, your net worth is tens of billions!” Chortling, Jasmine looked up and asked, “Tell me the truth—

have you been keeping tabs on me since returning to the country and even interfered in Sanders

Group’s matters?”

“Yes, but it was just because I was too free then,” Theodore uttered stiffly.

At that, Jasmine rebuked, “You’re obviously concerned about me! What a dishonest liar! I was just

wondering why those few old geezers suddenly became so amicable with me when they’d hated me for

years. It turned out to be your doing.”

Climbing up, she sat on his lap before continuing, “If you weren’t so hot-tempered and listened to me,

things wouldn’t have been so tense between us!”

Theodore had also realized that, so his expression was a touch awkward. “It was all my fault. I’ll try my

best to change in the future.”

“There’s no trying. You must change!” Jasmine emphasized, hooking her arms around his neck.

Subsequently, she threatened, “I’m now the director of Sanders Group, so plenty of wealthy heirs

clamor to ask me out for meals. If you don’t work hard to pursue me, Theodore, your wife and child

might end up belonging to someone else.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” Theodore’s brows lifted, and his voice abruptly went up a few decibels.

Snorting, Jasmine retorted provocatively, “Why wouldn’t I dare? I want to find a man with deeper

pockets and a milder temper, then have my son take his family name and call him Daddy!”

daily new chapters upload only on alaniniz(dot)com At the sight of the man’s grim face, she nestled

against his shoulder and laughed so hard that her entire body shook.

It’s been four years, but he still loses his cool so easily!

Indeed, Theodore was enraged.

We’ve finally resolved the misunderstanding between us, yet she’s declaring that she wants to marry

another man and even wishes to have his child, having no regard whatsoever for me!

“Repeat that again,” Theodore warned with a dark expression.

Jasmine had her arms wrapped around his neck and her eyes wide open, still giggling away.

Gah! How insolent!

Pinning her on the couch, Theodore narrowed his eyes a fraction even as he radiated a menacing

aura.

“Is it that funny?”

“I’m just over the moon.” Jasmine chuckled softly, brushing her long and slender fingers across his

handsome face.

Well, he still makes my heart skip a beat!

Her ruby lips parted, and she teased, “I’m very expensive, Mr. Xavier. Are you sure you can afford my

price?”

“What do you want, then?”

Jasmine hooked a finger at him.

When he had leaned down, she placed her lips beside his ear and murmured, “You and the entirety of

your wealth. How about that?”

Without the slightest hesitation, Theodore replied, “Sure.”

The one thing I can never forget and have always desired has always been her.

“It seems that you’re very sincere since you answered so quickly without dithering.” She gave him a

kiss as if it was a reward before adding, “In this case, I’ll give you a surprise.”

With her hands around his neck, she purred, “I’ll give you—”

“Theodore! Are you in there, Theodore?”

A flurry of knocks cut Jasmine off, accompanied by Wyatt’s marmot-like screeching. “The ball is starting

soon! Let’s go and have fun together!”

Theodore’s face was as dark as thunder.

“Never mind, let’s go to the ballroom to have some fun.” Jasmine no longer planned on resuming the

conversation after having been interrupted.

We’ve made up, so there’s still time to talk about this matter at a later time.

Slipping out from under the man’s arm, she calmly put on her sweater and skirt. When she had covered

her porcelain white skin up properly, she left the bedroom.

She opened the door to Wyatt’s shocked gaze, but she merely flashed him a faint smile. “Good

evening, Wyatt.”

“Ah, good evening,” Wyatt instinctively greeted in return.

While doing so, he headed into the room.

By the time he reached the bedroom door, realization dawned upon him. It wasn’t until then did it occur

to him that Jasmine addressed him as “Wyatt.”

Whoa!

“Theodore!” He rushed into the bedroom to the sight of Theodore having changed into a black suit.

With an exaggerated expression on his face, he exclaimed, “Did you hear that? Ms. Sanders actually

addressed me as Wyatt! Have you both—”

“How else would she address you if not Wyatt?” Theodore snorted.

Glimpsing the faint hickeys on the man’s neck, Wyatt snickered suggestively. “Oh… the two of you

have made up? Finally, Theodore, you’re no longer looking surly as though the entire world owes you.”

Regretfully, Theodore wasn’t in the mood to entertain him. “Buzz off.”

“Okay!” Wyatt swiftly scrambled away but returned no sooner had he taken a few steps away. “Since

you both have made up, is Jasmine also going to the ballroom? What about the money I spent?”

Rubbing his hands, he sniggered deviously before explaining, “Uh… I was worried you’d be lonely, so I

forked out three hundred thousand to hire a socialite to dance with you and entertain you. Look,

Theodore, you don’t need her to keep you company anymore, but I won’t be able to get my money

back, will I? Why don’t you reimburse me?”

Theodore lifted a leg and kicked him, demanding coldly, “You forked out money to hire a socialite? Do I

look like I lack women?”

“Well, the atmosphere between you and Ms… Ah, I mean, Jasmine… was tense beyond words.

Theodore, if you’re chaste for too long, the quality of your sperm will decline,” Wyatt muttered, lecturing

him earnestly.

That rendered Theodore speechless.

Wyatt continued, “Think about it, Theodore. You’re already in your thirties, but you don’t have a child

yet. If your sperm is of low quality, and you get a dull kid, are you both going to support him forever?”

Veins popped up on Theodore’s forehead, and he ordered chillingly, “Turn around!”

“Huh? Why do I need to turn around?” Wyatt questioned curiously. But still, he gave his back to the

man before querying, “Do you find me too handsome, so you feel inferior… Ahh!”

A hard kick landed on his butt.

In the next second, he fell onto the ground like a dog sprawling out at rest.

“You talk so much that it’s irritating! You can deal with the socialite you bought with three hundred

thousand however you like! Scram!” Theodore gave him another swift kick.

“How cruel of you, Theodore!”

“Buzz off!”

No longer daring to complain, Wyatt scrambled up from the ground and limped away like lightning.

The man didn’t hold back much with the kicks, so by the time he had changed and gone to the

ballroom, he was still walking strangely. In fact, he felt as though he had taken a paddle to the butt.

“Were you careless while walking and fell on your butt?” Curtis teased.

Wyatt rubbed his butt. It was still slightly painful, making him grit his teeth. “Theodore kicked me. Curtis,

you knew that Jasmine was in the room, so you had me go and call Theodore, right?”

“I thought they just wanted to talk, and that would’ve only taken a few minutes.”

At once, Wyatt blew up. “Whoa! How insidious of you, Curtis! What an old geezer! I’m your buddy, the

real deal! Doesn’t your conscience bug you?”

In response, Curtis merely shrugged. “Nope. We are not related by blood anyway.”