Dear Sweetheart novel

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?”

“I don’t know. That’s something for you to find out.”

Rayna frowned after the call ended.

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

meaning that Jefferson had a huge chance of winning. Otherwise, she could not have convinced them so easily.

Profit was every capitalist’s main priority. They would either support whoever was most powerful or choose to do

nothing. Hence, it was impossible for them to help Arnaud and go against Jefferson openly.

Who else would not want Jefferson to regain his rights as the heir apart from Arnaud?

Rayna was so engrossed in finding the answer that she failed to hear the knock on the door or notice Jefferson

entering. It was not until a bowl of hot soup appeared before her did she snap back to her senses.

“It’s freshly made chicken soup,” he said and sat down beside her. The sight of her pale face distressed him, so he

asked concernedly, “Did Marcus reject you again?”

Sighing, Rayna massaged her temples with her slender fingers. “Yeah. He told me someone had bribed him into not

signing the agreement. The thing is, he refused to tell me who it is.”

Jefferson consoled her by saying, “Forget it if he doesn’t want to sign the agreement. Don’t worry too much, okay?

Being emotional will bring bad effects on the baby.”

Hearing that, Rayna instinctively caressed her belly.

She was more than three months along with twins, yet her belly was still relatively small.

If she had not secretly checked the fetuses’ heartbeats every night and discovered that they were normal, she

would have been worried to death.

Rayna picked up the bowl of soup 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 to ensure a win.”

“You’ve long thought of doing this, haven’t you? Is that why you asked me to look into him?” Jefferson asked.

That setback was beyond her expectations as well. “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 some dirt on him.”

She paused momentarily before asking, “Have you found anything about him?”

“Ringo’s sorting out the information. It 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 her on the nose.

It was only after he finished saying that sentence did he realize something was off, and his expression took on a

slight change.

Rayna’s eyes glinted, and she quickly pressed her lips into a smile. “It’s only natural that I adapt my speech and

thinking when it comes to dealing with politicians. Have you forgotten that humans are the most advanced beings

on earth? We pick up things fast.”

Jefferson forced an unnatural smile. “Yep. You’re right.”

Changing the topic, she asked worriedly, “How are you feeling? Does your heart still hurt?”

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

live for another six months if I stay emotionally stable and take my medications on time.”

She felt so bad for him that she could no longer bring herself to drink the chicken soup.

“I’m sorry. If I had been more careful back then, Arnaud’s scheme wouldn’t have succeeded, and the lab wouldn’t

—”

Stroking her long hair, Jefferson cooed, “It’s not your fault, Belle. You know how vicious Arnaud is. You couldn’t have

prevented it no matter how careful you were.”

Rayna moved her lips to say something, but he pressed a finger on them and shook his head. “Belle, you really

don’t have to blame yourself for it. I’m more than satisfied to have you by my side even if I only have six months

left.”

“But I want you to live longer,” she choked out as tears welled up in her eyes.

The reason she made up her mind to follow him to Yartran was to use him to deal with Arnaud and avenge Kristie.

At the same time, she wanted to care for him and not let him die so soon.

However, there was no one else she could turn to for help.

Jefferson’s heart ached when he saw her weeping all of a sudden. “There, there. Don’t cry. What if the babies cry

with you? I still have six months, anyway. Perhaps a glimmer of hope may arise then.”

Suddenly, Rayna yelped and clutched her belly. “I think the babies kicked me.”

“Really?” He carefully stroked her belly. It was so flat that he could not help but worry. “You’re already in your

second trimester. Why isn’t there a bump yet?”

Rayna flashed him a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry. I check their heartbeats every night, and they’re normal.

Maybe they’re a little slow in absorbing the nutrients. That’s why their growth is slow. I’m sure my belly will be as

big as a ball when I’m in my seventh or eighth month of pregnancy.”

Her words left Jefferson in a daze. “Were you pregnant before? How are you so sure of all this?”

“I looked it up on parenting websites.”

“That won’t do. You still have to get a prenatal checkup at the hospital to be on the safe side,” he advised, his eyes

fixed on her flat belly.

Then, he hesitated for a moment before looking up at Rayna and asking, “Can I listen to their heartbeats?”

The way he asked was very cautious, which made Rayna’s heart soften. Alas, several seconds later, she hardened

her heart to decline his request. “I’m a little tired, so I’d like to take a nap. Don’t you have other matters to deal

with?”

A look of disappointment flashed past Jefferson’s eyes, but he quickly put on a smile. “Get some rest, then. I’ll get

going now.”

“Okay.”

When he was out of sight, Rayna glanced at her belly but did not touch it for fear of causing complications to the

babies if she touched it too much.

She knew Jefferson really wanted to take care of her and the babies, but she only wanted to make it up to him and

let him live a healthy life. In fact, she wanted him to have a life of his own without putting her at the center of it.

Ultimately, the babies were hers and Curtis’. No matter how serious their fight was, he had the right to know about

her pregnancy.

I’ll bring them up on my own if he says he doesn’t want them.

Rayna had been too busy for the past two months to think about other things. At the sudden recollection of Curtis,

her heart clenched.

How is he doing? Has he found a new girlfriend? Did he dump my cat?