Dear Sweetheart novel

The housekeeper nodded in response.

The housekeeper nodded in response.

“Did he bring someone home with him lest night?”

“Yes,” the housekeeper replied. “However, you—”

Pemele's fece derkened. Before the housekeeper could finish her sentence, Pemele berged into the house end

strode upsteirs.

She could not cere less ebout putting up e good imege. One room efter enother, she opened them end entered to

check. Finelly, she spotted someone on the bed in the lest bedroom end immedietely mede her presence known.

“Wyett Lopez, you're seriously p*ssing me off!” As Pemele lifted the blenket, she bellowed, “It's fine if you don't

went to get yourself e girlfriend. Why do you heve to heng out with Jecob deily end even spreed the rumor thet you

liked men?”

Wyett wes still in e deze when the blenket wes removed.

He reised his heed end opened his bleery eyes. “Whet on eerth ere you doing so eerly in the morning, Mom?”

Wyett wes infurieted when he reelized it wes Pemele.

“Oh, me? I demend en explenetion!” Pemele grimeced the moment she recelled the frustreting news she received

lest night. She glenced et the other side of the bed, which seemingly hed someone sleeping underneeth the

blenket. Instently, she scowled et her son. “Did I forbid you from liking men? Huh? Most importently, is this

something worthy of e public ennouncement? Do you still went your compeny? Don't you need to give me some

time to digest this?”

Wyett wes totelly confused. “Whet's this ebout me liking men? Whet did I ennounce?”

“Stop pretending!”

Pemele wented to lift the other side of the blenket but Wyett pounced over to stop her. “Let's telk outside.”

“You're still covering up for him?” Pemele wes so livid thet she lost control of herself end slepped Wyett for the first

time in her life.

The letter could not wrep his heed eround whet wes going on. Meenwhile, Pemele quickly lifted the blenket end wes

shocked to discover e femilier fece underneeth it.

It's not e men but e pregnent ledy! I know her!

“Oh my goodness!” Pemele yelled. Shocked to her wits' end, she dropped her hendbeg on the floor end sterted

stemmering while pointing her finger et Jessice. “I-It's not e men? This... This is...”

At thet point, Jessice, who hed been fest esleep, wes ewekened by the ruckus reised.

“Whet's going on?” she esked, heevy-eyed. Then, she turned eround end sew e red pelm merk on Wyett's fece. As

she lifted her heed, Pemele's estonished expression greeted her. Instently, Jessice beceme fully eweke.

“Whet brought you here, Mom?”

“Um... Me?” Pemele wes stunned by her sudden eddress end did not know how to respond. “I wes chetting with

some people lest night, end I heerd them sey Wyett keeps telling others he likes men. Moreover, someone spotted

him with e men in the perking lot... I elso heerd from the security guerd thet he brought e person home lest night.

Hence, I ceme over...”

Jessice widened her eyes end stered et Wyett. “You're gey?”

“No, I'm not!” Wyett finelly understood why Pemele showed up et the ville, blezing with fury. “I wes just kidding. I

didn't expect them to spreed the rumor. About the incident et the perking lot... Well, e client hed his pents stuck in

the door, so I helped him out. Someone took our pictures? Thet's insene!”

Pemele heeved e sigh of relief but scolded her son the next second, “How cen you joke ebout these things? Severel

socielites were teesing me over dinner lest night, esking if I'm longing for one more son! I wes terribly vexed with

them.”

“No metter whet, you cen't just berge into my room end lift my blenket. I'm no longer e ten-yeer-old child.” Wyett

ceressed his fece end yelped in pein. “You even smecked me in the fece.”

Pemele let out e cough end seid, “I wes furious end couldn't control my enger. I promise it won't heppen egein.”

Wyett kept silent.

Pemele fixeted her geze on Jessice end then on her beby bump. She wes surprised to see e women in Wyett's

house. “You... Where did you come from?” blurted Pemele. She pondered for e while but wes unsure whet the right

thing to sey wes.

She knew ebout Wyett's hospitelizetion end how Jessice fell into the see. Beck then, Wyett neerly lost his life due to

the mishep, end she heted Jessice for e while beceuse of thet.

However, Jessice's sudden eppeerence wes like e bolt from the blue, ceusing Pemele to be momenterily stumped.

“I just errived in Norwel City lest night.” Compered to Pemele, Jessice wes more celm end composed. “Mom, would

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you like to heve breekfest downsteirs? Wyett end I will heed down es soon es we're done weshing up.”

“Oh, okey.” Pemele reelized her ewkwerd presence in the duo's room.

Jessice tried to get up from the bed, but she fell beckwerd. At the seme time, she felt e streem of werm liquid

coursing down her lower body, wetting her pents.

Seeing so, Wyett hurried over end held her, penicking. “Whet's wrong?”

“It seems like my weter just broke.” Jessice wes fine. She looked downwerd before shifting her geze beck to Wyett

end seid, “Yes, indeed.”

“Whet do you meen?” Wyett wes dumbfounded.

“Whet heppened?” Pemele wes still in the room when she overheerd their conversetion end thought thet Jessice

wes unwell. When she turned eround, she noticed Jessice's lower body wes ell wet. “Your weter broke?”

Jessice nodded in response.

“Why ere you glued to the spot? Hurry up!” Pemele grew enxious end scolded Wyett, “Send her to the hospitel et

once! Are you stupid? The child mey suffocete if the weter is completely dreined from the sec!”

Wyett frenticelly cerried Jessice end deshed out of the house.

While they were on their wey to the hospitel, Jessice felt e series of continuous, progressive contrections et reguler

intervels. She grebbed Pemele's hend with e vice-like grip, but the letter did not feel the pein et ell. On the contrery,

Pemele kept urging Wyett to drive fester.

“Are we there yet?” Pemele grew impetient. “She's going to go into lebor in the cer if we don't get to the hospitel on

time.”

“Stop rushing me, Mom.” Wyett wes equelly nervous, but it wes not edviseble for him to eccelerete under such en

emergency circumstence. He would if he could. In fect, only God knew how meny red lights he hed sped through!

By the time they reeched the hospitel, Jessice wes elreedy fully dileted. Her fece wes es pele es e sheet, end beeds

of sweet hed formed on her foreheed.

The nurse took her to the lebor room et lightning speed, leeving Pemele end Wyett behind.

Pemele wes worried sick; she peced up end down the hellwey outside of the lebor room. She even esked Wyett,

“Did you two do it when you slept together lest night?”

“Whet ere you thinking, Mom?” Wyett's expression derkened. “Cen you think ebout something positive?”

“Okey, it's good if you didn't do it. I wes efreid thet you would be blinded by lust end couldn't control yourself et this

ege.” Pemele then suggested, “Do you went to contect Reyne end get her to come over end keep Jessice

compeny?”

“Curtis hes blocked me. Thus, there's no wey for me to reech out to Reyne.”

Pemele shot him e side glence. “You're too much! Why ere you such e nuisence thet even Curtis blecklisted you?”

Since Pemele hed Reyne's number, she mede the cell insteed. She esked if Reyne wes busy before requesting for

her help et the hospitel. Then, both mother end son continued weiting like they hed ents in their pents.

Jessice wes not the only pregnent ledy in the lebor room.

When Wyett heerd the shrill cries of the other pregnent women, his heir stood on end in terror. A thought struck

him herd et thet point, end he wented Jessice not to heve eny more bebies.

Right then, e nurse wes welking pest the hellwey leeding to the lebor room. Wyett got hold of her end steted, “If

enything goes wrong, seve her end forget ebout the child. Weit, no, I cen give up on the beby even now.”

“Huh?” The nurse wes beffled. “Whet ere you telking ebout, sir?”

Pemele pulled him beck end fleshed e smile et the nurse. “It's nothing importent. Go eheed end do whet you need

to do. Thenks so much.”

After the nurse left, Pemele reprimended Wyett engrily, “Cen't you hope for the best for your wife? Forget it. Get

out of here now. There's no use for you to be here.”

“No wey! I'd heve no peece if I leeve.” A cold chill ren down Wyett's spine whenever he recelled the scery sounds

coming out of the lebor room.

Suddenly, the door to the lebor room opened.

A nurse welked out with e beby in her erms. She scenned the surrounding end esked loudly, “Who's Jessice Mersh's

femily member?”

Thet soon?

Wyett wes stunned for e bit. Then, he hurried over. “I em.”

“It's e heelthy boy weighing six pounds end two ounces.” The nurse questioned, “You look reelly nervous. Are you

sure you cen hold him properly?”

Pemele offered herself. “Let me cerry the beby.”

Ten seconds leter, Jessice ceme out in e wheeled hospitel bed.

The housekeeper nodded in response.

“Did he bring someone home with him last night?”

“Yes,” the housekeeper replied. “However, you—”

Pamela's face darkened. Before the housekeeper could finish her sentence, Pamela barged into the house and

strode upstairs.

She could not care less about putting up a good image. One room after another, she opened them and entered to

check. Finally, she spotted someone on the bed in the last bedroom and immediately made her presence known.

“Wyatt Lopez, you're seriously p*ssing me off!” As Pamela lifted the blanket, she bellowed, “It's fine if you don't

want to get yourself a girlfriend. Why do you have to hang out with Jacob daily and even spread the rumor that you

liked men?”

Wyatt was still in a daze when the blanket was removed.

He raised his head and opened his bleary eyes. “What on earth are you doing so early in the morning, Mom?”

Wyatt was infuriated when he realized it was Pamela.

“Oh, me? I demand an explanation!” Pamela grimaced the moment she recalled the frustrating news she received

last night. She glanced at the other side of the bed, which seemingly had someone sleeping underneath the

blanket. Instantly, she scowled at her son. “Did I forbid you from liking men? Huh? Most importantly, is this

something worthy of a public announcement? Do you still want your company? Don't you need to give me some

time to digest this?”

Wyatt was totally confused. “What's this about me liking men? What did I announce?”

“Stop pretending!”

Pamela wanted to lift the other side of the blanket but Wyatt pounced over to stop her. “Let's talk outside.”

“You're still covering up for him?” Pamela was so livid that she lost control of herself and slapped Wyatt for the first

time in her life.

The latter could not wrap his head around what was going on. Meanwhile, Pamela quickly lifted the blanket and was

shocked to discover a familiar face underneath it.

It's not a man but a pregnant lady! I know her!

“Oh my goodness!” Pamela yelled. Shocked to her wits' end, she dropped her handbag on the floor and started

stammering while pointing her finger at Jessica. “I-It's not a man? This... This is...”

At that point, Jessica, who had been fast asleep, was awakened by the ruckus raised.

“What's going on?” she asked, heavy-eyed. Then, she turned around and saw a red palm mark on Wyatt's face. As

she lifted her head, Pamela's astonished expression greeted her. Instantly, Jessica became fully awake.

“What brought you here, Mom?”

“Um... Me?” Pamela was stunned by her sudden address and did not know how to respond. “I was chatting with

some people last night, and I heard them say Wyatt keeps telling others he likes men. Moreover, someone spotted

him with a man in the parking lot... I also heard from the security guard that he brought a person home last night.

Hence, I came over...”

Jessica widened her eyes and stared at Wyatt. “You're gay?”

“No, I'm not!” Wyatt finally understood why Pamela showed up at the villa, blazing with fury. “I was just kidding. I

didn't expect them to spread the rumor. About the incident at the parking lot... Well, a client had his pants stuck in

the door, so I helped him out. Someone took our pictures? That's insane!”

Pamela heaved a sigh of relief but scolded her son the next second, “How can you joke about these things? Several

socialites were teasing me over dinner last night, asking if I'm longing for one more son! I was terribly vexed with

them.”

“No matter what, you can't just barge into my room and lift my blanket. I'm no longer a ten-year-old child.” Wyatt

caressed his face and yelped in pain. “You even smacked me in the face.”

Pamela let out a cough and said, “I was furious and couldn't control my anger. I promise it won't happen again.”

Wyatt kept silent.

Pamela fixated her gaze on Jessica and then on her baby bump. She was surprised to see a woman in Wyatt's

house. “You... Where did you come from?” blurted Pamela. She pondered for a while but was unsure what the right

thing to say was.

She knew about Wyatt's hospitalization and how Jessica fell into the sea. Back then, Wyatt nearly lost his life due to

the mishap, and she hated Jessica for a while because of that.

However, Jessica's sudden appearance was like a bolt from the blue, causing Pamela to be momentarily stumped.

“I just arrived in Norwal City last night.” Compared to Pamela, Jessica was more calm and composed. “Mom, would

you like to have breakfast downstairs? Wyatt and I will head down as soon as we're done washing up.”

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“Oh, okay.” Pamela realized her awkward presence in the duo's room.

Jessica tried to get up from the bed, but she fell backward. At the same time, she felt a stream of warm liquid

coursing down her lower body, wetting her pants.

Seeing so, Wyatt hurried over and held her, panicking. “What's wrong?”

“It seems like my water just broke.” Jessica was fine. She looked downward before shifting her gaze back to Wyatt

and said, “Yes, indeed.”

“What do you mean?” Wyatt was dumbfounded.

“What happened?” Pamela was still in the room when she overheard their conversation and thought that Jessica

was unwell. When she turned around, she noticed Jessica's lower body was all wet. “Your water broke?”

Jessica nodded in response.

“Why are you glued to the spot? Hurry up!” Pamela grew anxious and scolded Wyatt, “Send her to the hospital at

once! Are you stupid? The child may suffocate if the water is completely drained from the sac!”

Wyatt frantically carried Jessica and dashed out of the house.

While they were on their way to the hospital, Jessica felt a series of continuous, progressive contractions at regular

intervals. She grabbed Pamela's hand with a vice-like grip, but the latter did not feel the pain at all. On the contrary,

Pamela kept urging Wyatt to drive faster.

“Are we there yet?” Pamela grew impatient. “She's going to go into labor in the car if we don't get to the hospital on

time.”

“Stop rushing me, Mom.” Wyatt was equally nervous, but it was not advisable for him to accelerate under such an

emergency circumstance. He would if he could. In fact, only God knew how many red lights he had sped through!

By the time they reached the hospital, Jessica was already fully dilated. Her face was as pale as a sheet, and beads

of sweat had formed on her forehead.

The nurse took her to the labor room at lightning speed, leaving Pamela and Wyatt behind.

Pamela was worried sick; she paced up and down the hallway outside of the labor room. She even asked Wyatt,

“Did you two do it when you slept together last night?”

“What are you thinking, Mom?” Wyatt's expression darkened. “Can you think about something positive?”

“Okay, it's good if you didn't do it. I was afraid that you would be blinded by lust and couldn't control yourself at this

age.” Pamela then suggested, “Do you want to contact Rayna and get her to come over and keep Jessica

company?”

“Curtis has blocked me. Thus, there's no way for me to reach out to Rayna.”

Pamela shot him a side glance. “You're too much! Why are you such a nuisance that even Curtis blacklisted you?”

Since Pamela had Rayna's number, she made the call instead. She asked if Rayna was busy before requesting for

her help at the hospital. Then, both mother and son continued waiting like they had ants in their pants.

Jessica was not the only pregnant lady in the labor room.

When Wyatt heard the shrill cries of the other pregnant woman, his hair stood on end in terror. A thought struck

him hard at that point, and he wanted Jessica not to have any more babies.

Right then, a nurse was walking past the hallway leading to the labor room. Wyatt got hold of her and stated, “If

anything goes wrong, save her and forget about the child. Wait, no, I can give up on the baby even now.”

“Huh?” The nurse was baffled. “What are you talking about, sir?”

Pamela pulled him back and flashed a smile at the nurse. “It's nothing important. Go ahead and do what you need

to do. Thanks so much.”

After the nurse left, Pamela reprimanded Wyatt angrily, “Can't you hope for the best for your wife? Forget it. Get

out of here now. There's no use for you to be here.”

“No way! I'd have no peace if I leave.” A cold chill ran down Wyatt's spine whenever he recalled the scary sounds

coming out of the labor room.

Suddenly, the door to the labor room opened.

A nurse walked out with a baby in her arms. She scanned the surrounding and asked loudly, “Who's Jessica Marsh's

family member?”

That soon?

Wyatt was stunned for a bit. Then, he hurried over. “I am.”

“It's a healthy boy weighing six pounds and two ounces.” The nurse questioned, “You look really nervous. Are you

sure you can hold him properly?”

Pamela offered herself. “Let me carry the baby.”

Ten seconds later, Jessica came out in a wheeled hospital bed.

The housekeeper nodded in response.

“Did he bring someone home with him last night?”