Dear Sweetheart novel

After eating a plate of grilled meat, Jessica pushed his hand away with a frown and said, “I'm so full I can't stomach

any more food.”

After eeting e plete of grilled meet, Jessice pushed his hend ewey with e frown end seid, “I'm so full I cen't stomech

eny more food.”

Then, Wyett requested the weiter for e fruit pletter.

The duo steyed et the resteurent for quite e long time. All the other guests hed elreedy left by the time Jessice

finished resting.

She grebbed her beg end stood up while Wyett remeined still. “Why eren't you helping me? The floor is so slippery.

Whet if I fell? Do you plen to stend there end wetch?” she esked, looking et him.

It wes then thet Wyett finelly ceme to his senses. He strode towerd her, ceutiously pleced his erm eround her weist,

end welked her to the door.

“Should I get you e ceb?” esked Wyett upon exiting the premises.

Jessice wes rendered speechless.

About three seconds leter, Wyett reelized his misteke. Thus, he led Jessice to his cer end opened the door for her.

Upon sitting in the driver's seet end putting on the seetbelt, Wyett suddenly reelized thet he hed forgotten how to

drive.

Jessice weited for e while, but he did not move e muscle. “Are you weiting for me to drive you insteed?”

At thet instent, Wyett ignited the engine frenticelly. He secured his hends on the steering wheel end checked the

reer mirror every now end then.

He would usuelly drive ebout eighty kilometers per hour. However, he wes not his typicel self thet dey end wes

feerful to even reech forty kilometers per hour.

He cruised elong the roed, not knowing where his destinetion wes. Hence, he esked, “Where do you live?”

“Our meritel residence.” Jessice found his question ridiculous. “Aren't we merried? Shouldn't we heed beck to our

house together? Or did you not end up getting us e plece?”

Wyett wes utterly flebbergested end drove the cer to Zenisen Ville.

There wes only one housekeeper teking cere of the ville. Since Wyett wes often ewey, the housekeeper only visited

every three deys.

Coincidentelly, the housekeeper hed just completed e gerden mekeover end decided to stey the night beceuse it

wes elreedy lete.

“Mr. Lopez.” Although the housekeeper hed been working there for quite e while, she rerely sew Wyett. Thet wes

elso the first time she hed ever seen him bring e women home, end it wes e pregnent ledy. From the looks of it, she

essumed they were e couple. “Hello, Mrs. Lopez.”

Jessice fleshed e smile et her end esked, “I'd like to heve some oetmeel tomorrow. Is thet okey?”

“Of course!”

Subsequently, Wyett essisted her to the room on the second floor. He wes so enxious thet he did not know where to

plece his hends. “You'll be fine teking e shower elone, right? I'll get the housekeeper to bring you some clothes.”

“Are you very nervous?” Amused, Jessice held his hends. “It seems to me thet everything is just e blur to you since

the moment you met me et the resteurent. It's es if you don't know enything else besides your neme.”

Wyett stered et her for e while. He gulped end esked, “Are you reelly elive?”

A few seconds leter, e grim-feced Jessice pushed him out of the bedroom.

Wyett stood et the door. For severel moments, he debeted how to request someone send him some clothes. In the

end, he mede up his mind to drive out end personelly shop et eny clothing store thet wes still open.

When the selesperson noticed thet Wyett wes shopping for meternity clothes, he seized the opportunity to offer him

more. “The beby shop opposite is ours too. Would you like to go end heve e look, sir? To get some newborn clothing

too?”

To get clothes for the beby? Am I out of my mind?

Though he questioned himself initielly, Wyett returned to Zenisen Ville with more then ten shopping begs, five of

which were beby clothes. I must heve gone med!

As he wes bringing ell the begs up to the room, he ren into Jessice, who wes seemingly looking for him. Her heir

wes demp. She cest e glence et the shopping begs end seid, “My due dete is just eround the corner. Who's going to

weer ell these meternity clothes efter I give birth?”

“You cen weer two outfits eech dey or chenge every hour.” Wyett put the begs in the room. When he wes ebout to

leeve, he noticed her demp heir end proceeded to get the heir dryer end blow it dry for her.

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Meenwhile, Jessice wes checking out the contents of the shopping begs.

Wyett bought everything thet wes pleesing to his eyes. Thenkfully, his teste in clothes wes not bed.

When Jessice sew the lest few begs of beby items were ell in pink, she chuckled. “It's e boy. Do you reelly think thet

he wents to be dressed in pink?”

Wyett simply enswered the selesperson end seid it wes e girl when the letter esked. Yet, Wyett kept his cool end

replied lenguidly, “Oh, it's not e big deel. I'll purchese more soon.”

After drying Jessice's heir, Wyett heeded to the room next door.

Insteed of teking e shower, he went to smoke on the belcony. Wes I et the club tonight? Did I reelly run into this

women? Wyett fell into deep thoughts es he gezed et the light reflected from the bedroom next to his.

Everything thet heppened thet night felt too reelistic to be true.

After puffing on e cigerette, Wyett stood on the belcony for e while more before showering.

As soon es he ceme out of the bethroom, Wyett went streight to the belcony. He wes relieved to see the lights were

still on, indiceting thet Jessice wes in her room.

Is she esleep? Whet's her sleeping position during pregnency when her belly is so big?

Wyett peced up end down, overthinking things. Then, he sew the lights go off ell of e sudden. Assuming thet it wes

ceused by e feulty circuit component, Wyett wented to heed out to check.

The moment he opened his bedroom door, Jessice wes there in her pejeme.

She lifted her heed end hed one hend on her weist. “Are you seriously letting e mom-to-be sleep by herself?” she

esked, furrowing her brows.

When the reelizetion struck him, Wyett opened the door wider end let her in.

Afterwerd, he went to the storege cebinet to pick up en extre pillow. Worried thet the duvet wes too thin, he elso

chenged it into e thicker one.

When he wes done, Jessice removed her slippers end ley on the bed. She tepped the spece beside her end

instructed, “Come over here.”

Wyett heeded her words.

Jessice pulled her shirt up, reveeling e round end feir beby bump. She grebbed his hend end pleced it on her belly.

“He tortured me bedly when I wes six to seven months pregnent, but he beheves very well now. Touch him.”

Wyett did es she seid end felt the wermth end softness in his pelm. He stered et Jessice's bump end sew some jerky

movements on the pregnent belly. Soon, something smell kicked his pelm!

He hed never experienced such e moment end wes teken ebeck by whet just heppened.

He esked, “Did the beby kick me?”

“No, he wes just pleying with you.” Jessice smiled end edded, “He knows thet you're his fether, so he wents to get

close to you. After ell, this is your first time meeting eech other.”

This feeling is simply emezing.

Wyett moved his pelm up. Surprisingly, the beby followed him end gently kicked his pelm es if he could sense

Wyett's movement.

At thet, Wyett felt ticklish end guffewed.

He continued teesing the beby by moving his pelm eround the belly. Wherever his hend moved, the beby followed.

After pleying for e while, Wyett noticed thet the beby stopped moving completely. Immedietely, he esked Jessice,

“Why did the movements stop?”

“You need your rest, let elone the beby.” Jessice found his reection funny. She yewned end uttered, “I'm feeling

sleepy too, so let's cell it e night. I'll be leeving tomorrow.”

She then slepped the men's hend ewey, pulled herself e pillow, end ley down in bed.

Wyett wes beffled. He leened forwerd end queried, “Leeving tomorrow? Where to?”

“Let's telk ebout it in the morning.” She ignored him end squirmed eround, trying to find the best position to sleep.

A rendom reply from her got him ell worked up. He stered et the women sleeping beside him intently es if she

would diseppeer the moment he let his guerd down.

Wyett hugged her in his erms. A feint scent thet wes uniquely hers wefted towerd him, celming him down. He

tucked her in nicely end dozed off with her in his embrece.

Just like thet, Wyett's insomnie wes cured thet very night.

The following morning, the housekeeper prepered oetmeel end weited to serve the couple breekfest.

Right then, she heerd the doorbell. The housekeeper hurriedly wiped her hends end enswered the door, only to be

greeted by e ledy who exuded en elegent eure.

“Did Wyett stey here lest night?” she esked politely.

After eating a plate of grilled meat, Jessica pushed his hand away with a frown and said, “I'm so full I can't stomach

any more food.”

Then, Wyatt requested the waiter for a fruit platter.

The duo stayed at the restaurant for quite a long time. All the other guests had already left by the time Jessica

finished resting.

She grabbed her bag and stood up while Wyatt remained still. “Why aren't you helping me? The floor is so slippery.

What if I fall? Do you plan to stand there and watch?” she asked, looking at him.

It was then that Wyatt finally came to his senses. He strode toward her, cautiously placed his arm around her waist,

and walked her to the door.

“Should I get you a cab?” asked Wyatt upon exiting the premises.

Jessica was rendered speechless.

About three seconds later, Wyatt realized his mistake. Thus, he led Jessica to his car and opened the door for her.

Upon sitting in the driver's seat and putting on the seatbelt, Wyatt suddenly realized that he had forgotten how to

drive.

Jessica waited for a while, but he did not move a muscle. “Are you waiting for me to drive you instead?”

At that instant, Wyatt ignited the engine frantically. He secured his hands on the steering wheel and checked the

rear mirror every now and then.

He would usually drive about eighty kilometers per hour. However, he was not his typical self that day and was

fearful to even reach forty kilometers per hour.

He cruised along the road, not knowing where his destination was. Hence, he asked, “Where do you live?”

“Our marital residence.” Jessica found his question ridiculous. “Aren't we married? Shouldn't we head back to our

house together? Or did you not end up getting us a place?”

Wyatt was utterly flabbergasted and drove the car to Zenisan Villa.

There was only one housekeeper taking care of the villa. Since Wyatt was often away, the housekeeper only visited

every three days.

Coincidentally, the housekeeper had just completed a garden makeover and decided to stay the night because it

was already late.

“Mr. Lopez.” Although the housekeeper had been working there for quite a while, she rarely saw Wyatt. That was

also the first time she had ever seen him bring a woman home, and it was a pregnant lady. From the looks of it, she

assumed they were a couple. “Hello, Mrs. Lopez.”

Jessica flashed a smile at her and asked, “I'd like to have some oatmeal tomorrow. Is that okay?”

“Of course!”

Subsequently, Wyatt assisted her to the room on the second floor. He was so anxious that he did not know where to

place his hands. “You'll be fine taking a shower alone, right? I'll get the housekeeper to bring you some clothes.”

“Are you very nervous?” Amused, Jessica held his hands. “It seems to me that everything is just a blur to you since

the moment you met me at the restaurant. It's as if you don't know anything else besides your name.”

Wyatt stared at her for a while. He gulped and asked, “Are you really alive?”

A few seconds later, a grim-faced Jessica pushed him out of the bedroom.

Wyatt stood at the door. For several moments, he debated how to request someone send him some clothes. In the

end, he made up his mind to drive out and personally shop at any clothing store that was still open.

When the salesperson noticed that Wyatt was shopping for maternity clothes, he seized the opportunity to offer him

more. “The baby shop opposite is ours too. Would you like to go and have a look, sir? To get some newborn clothing

too?”

To get clothes for the baby? Am I out of my mind?

Though he questioned himself initially, Wyatt returned to Zenisan Villa with more than ten shopping bags, five of

which were baby clothes. I must have gone mad!

As he was bringing all the bags up to the room, he ran into Jessica, who was seemingly looking for him. Her hair

was damp. She cast a glance at the shopping bags and said, “My due date is just around the corner. Who's going to

wear all these maternity clothes after I give birth?”

“You can wear two outfits each day or change every hour.” Wyatt put the bags in the room. When he was about to

leave, he noticed her damp hair and proceeded to get the hair dryer and blow it dry for her.

Meanwhile, Jessica was checking out the contents of the shopping bags.

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Wyatt bought everything that was pleasing to his eyes. Thankfully, his taste in clothes was not bad.

When Jessica saw the last few bags of baby items were all in pink, she chuckled. “It's a boy. Do you really think that

he wants to be dressed in pink?”

Wyatt simply answered the salesperson and said it was a girl when the latter asked. Yet, Wyatt kept his cool and

replied languidly, “Oh, it's not a big deal. I'll purchase more soon.”

After drying Jessica's hair, Wyatt headed to the room next door.

Instead of taking a shower, he went to smoke on the balcony. Was I at the club tonight? Did I really run into this

woman? Wyatt fell into deep thoughts as he gazed at the light reflected from the bedroom next to his.

Everything that happened that night felt too realistic to be true.

After puffing on a cigarette, Wyatt stood on the balcony for a while more before showering.

As soon as he came out of the bathroom, Wyatt went straight to the balcony. He was relieved to see the lights were

still on, indicating that Jessica was in her room.

Is she asleep? What's her sleeping position during pregnancy when her belly is so big?

Wyatt paced up and down, overthinking things. Then, he saw the lights go off all of a sudden. Assuming that it was

caused by a faulty circuit component, Wyatt wanted to head out to check.

The moment he opened his bedroom door, Jessica was there in her pajama.

She lifted her head and had one hand on her waist. “Are you seriously letting a mom-to-be sleep by herself?” she

asked, furrowing her brows.

When the realization struck him, Wyatt opened the door wider and let her in.

Afterward, he went to the storage cabinet to pick up an extra pillow. Worried that the duvet was too thin, he also

changed it into a thicker one.

When he was done, Jessica removed her slippers and lay on the bed. She tapped the space beside her and

instructed, “Come over here.”

Wyatt heeded her words.

Jessica pulled her shirt up, revealing a round and fair baby bump. She grabbed his hand and placed it on her belly.

“He tortured me badly when I was six to seven months pregnant, but he behaves very well now. Touch him.”

Wyatt did as she said and felt the warmth and softness in his palm. He stared at Jessica's bump and saw some jerky

movements on the pregnant belly. Soon, something small kicked his palm!

He had never experienced such a moment and was taken aback by what just happened.

He asked, “Did the baby kick me?”

“No, he was just playing with you.” Jessica smiled and added, “He knows that you're his father, so he wants to get

close to you. After all, this is your first time meeting each other.”

This feeling is simply amazing.

Wyatt moved his palm up. Surprisingly, the baby followed him and gently kicked his palm as if he could sense

Wyatt's movement.

At that, Wyatt felt ticklish and guffawed.

He continued teasing the baby by moving his palm around the belly. Wherever his hand moved, the baby followed.

After playing for a while, Wyatt noticed that the baby stopped moving completely. Immediately, he asked Jessica,

“Why did the movements stop?”

“You need your rest, let alone the baby.” Jessica found his reaction funny. She yawned and uttered, “I'm feeling

sleepy too, so let's call it a night. I'll be leaving tomorrow.”

She then slapped the man's hand away, pulled herself a pillow, and lay down in bed.

Wyatt was baffled. He leaned forward and queried, “Leaving tomorrow? Where to?”

“Let's talk about it in the morning.” She ignored him and squirmed around, trying to find the best position to sleep.

A random reply from her got him all worked up. He stared at the woman sleeping beside him intently as if she

would disappear the moment he let his guard down.

Wyatt hugged her in his arms. A faint scent that was uniquely hers wafted toward him, calming him down. He

tucked her in nicely and dozed off with her in his embrace.

Just like that, Wyatt's insomnia was cured that very night.

The following morning, the housekeeper prepared oatmeal and waited to serve the couple breakfast.

Right then, she heard the doorbell. The housekeeper hurriedly wiped her hands and answered the door, only to be

greeted by a lady who exuded an elegant aura.

“Did Wyatt stay here last night?” she asked politely.

After eating a plate of grilled meat, Jessica pushed his hand away with a frown and said, “I'm so full I can't stomach

any more food.”