Dear Sweetheart Chapter 380
Chapter 380
Jacob brought Wyatt to the private room where his father was discussing business.
As they moseyed to the room, Jacob chatted, “It’s not just Hausen. Stargrasp’s CEO will also be there.
If you managed to coborate with them, remember to give me a small share of the benefits, Wyatt. A
little bit is all that I ask.”
As Wyatt bit onto a lit cigarette and put his lighter back into his pocket, he smacked the back of his
friend’s head. “I know. I won’t forget about you.”
Jacob snickered. “Thank you! You’re the most generous guy I know, Wyatt!”
When they arrived at the room, he led Wyatt inside.
The room was huge. While the light was dim, they could still see a couple of men sitting on the couch
discussing something.
“Dad,” Jacob greeted one of the men and pointed at Wyatt. “I don’t think I need to introduce who Wyatt
is to you all.”
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Nathaniel Valentine nced at Wyatt with a smile. “Of course, I know the young and aplished Mr.
Lopez.”
“Compared to you all, I’m still unremarkable,” Wyatt replied humbly. “I haven’t taken over Lopez Group
for long, so I still don’t have many resources under my belt. Jacob mentioned you’re discussing
business here, so I thought I’de to learn from you all.”
In response, Nathaniel pretended to be angry. “You shouldn’t say that, you know. You may be young,
but you’re outstanding. Since you’re a friend of my son, you can consider me a friend, too. In fact, I
can’t wait to initiate a long-term coboration with Lopez Group.”
The edges of Wyatt’s lips curved upward slightly. “As long as you’re willing to, we can discuss any form
of coboration.”
As he spoke, he sat on the couch.
Nathaniel proceeded to introduce him to the other men sitting on the couch.
When Wyatt heard their names, he recalled they were the five people Jessica still hadn’t removed from
her notes.
Beaming, he shook hands with each of them. This is my lucky day. All five of them are here in the same
room.
Hausen’s CEO and the others only had a friendly rtionship with Gerald, and they clearly looked
down on the young Wyatt. However, because Wyatt had taken over Lopez Group, they still showed him
some respect.
Everyone had a rtively wonderful time as they drank and discussed business with each other for
more than two hours.
Then Wyatt said he wanted to get some fresh air and went to the restroom outside.
The moment he left the room, he increased his pace until he arrived in the restroom and made a call.
“Why are you calling me in the middle of the night, Mr. Lopez?” Cillian asked.
“Where are you?”
“What else will I do during the night aside from eating and sleeping? I’m at my girlfriend’s ce right
now.” Puzzled, he asked, “Does Mr. Faymon need me to do something?”
Wyatt lit a cigarette and smoked. “I have a personal matter I need your help with…”
After the call concluded, he returned to the room.
Another hour passed before everyone left, as they already had their fill of drinks for the night, and any
businesses they wanted to talk about had pretty much concluded. Wyatt left, too.
The two cars parked at the side of the road were obviously waiting for Hausen’s CEO and the others.
The moment Wyatt noticed which car Hausen’s CEO was heading to, he went ahead and opened the
door for the older man with a smile. “I’ve learned a lot from our conversation tonight, Mr. Morales. I
hope I’ll have the chance to talk with you again in the future.”
“Haha, sure! I’m friends with your father. If there are any avable coborative projects in the future, I’ll
remember to let you know,” Justin Morales replied.
“Thank you.”
After Justin entered the car, Wyatt personally closed the door for the older man. Then he watched the
two vehicles leave the club with a darkened look.
“Why are you spacing out, Wyatt?” Jacob approached Wyatt and ced his hand on thetter’s
shoulder. “You’re so awesome, man. It’s hard to believe how quickly you were able to get on good
terms with Hausen’s CEO and the others. I bet you’ll receive tons of coboration offers in the future.”
Flicking his cigarette ash away, Wyatt gazed at the empty road and sneered in his heart. If they’re still
alive, that is!
After that night, Jessica didn’t smile as often anymore, even though her wrist was reconnected and her
body was washed by the housekeeper. She merely stayed in the bedroom quietly, as though she had
be a caged bird permanently under a housekeeper’s watch.
Wyatt also never showed up again.
While she was restricted to the third floor, the housekeepers would provide her with anything she
wanted, except for a phone. She would eat, sleep, and read a book on time every day.
asionally, she would move her drawing board under the sunlight and stare out the window. Then,
she would draw the scenery outside for the whole afternoon.
There wasn’t even a clock in the bedroom, so she had no idea how many days had passed.
“Ms. Marsh.” A young male housekeeper knocked on the door and stepped into the room. Then he
ced the dining tray on the table. “It’s time for your lunch.”
“Mhm,” Jessica replied.
Just as she ced her brush down and turned around, she noticed the housekeeper today was an
ordinary-looking young man. Despite his in features, he had a fine figure, which increased his
attractiveness.
She took an extra nce at him and asked, “I’ve never seen you before. Are you new?”
“My aunt’s sick today, so I’m here to take her ce.” The housekeeper thought she disliked him, so he
panickily requested, “It’s just for a day. Please don’t tell Mr. Lopez.”
“It’s fine. Your reasons are understandable.” When she thought about Wyatt, her heart ached. As she
dined, the housekeeper waited on the sideline.
Her lunch was paltry, so it only took her a while to finish before she returned to her painting.
When she felt thirsty and wanted to ask a housekeeper to pour her a cup of water, she raised her head
and noticed the housekeeper was still the same guy.
The male housekeeper informed carefully, “It’s supposed to be my aunt’s shift today. If you’re
dissatisfied, I can swap ces with another housekeeper.”
“No need.” Jessica didn’t mind a more talkative housekeeper since the others usually just stood at the
side silently.
Pointing at the couch, she ordered, “Move the couch over here.”
The male housekeeper did as she asked.
Following that, she requested him to sit on the furniture and made him hold the fresh sunflowers
delivered to her room in the morning.
The housekeeper was shocked and tried to stand up, to which she responded by pressing his
shoulders so he would sit back down. “Since you’ll be staring at me for the whole day, you may as well
be my model. Just sit there with the flowers and don’t move!”
Under Jessica’s order, the male housekeeper sat still and held the sunflowers.
Her brush moved quickly on the drawing board as she studied him.
However, when she nced at the couch again, it was as though the male housekeeper had
transformed into Wyatt.
Instead of sitting properly, he waszing on the couch with a bouquet of sunflowers in his hands. Then
he grinned at her mischievously. “It’s boring if you draw me like this, Babe. How about I remove my
clothes for you?”
While her hand was still moving, her soul had left her body.
When she snapped her attention back to the drawing board, she realized she was drawing the man in
her imagination, not the one in reality.
The man she painted was in a white shirt and ck pants, lying on the couch and holding a bouquet of
sunflowers. The only part of the painting still iplete was the face.
In response, she rubbed her eyes. I asked the male housekeeper to be my model because I wanted to
draw him for fun. Why did I draw Wyatt?
The moment the male housekeeper, who still remained in the same posture on the couch, detected
Jessica had stopped drawing, he inquired, “Why aren’t you drawing anymore, Ms. Marsh? Is it because
you’re done?”
She replied, “No, I just drew it badly. I need to start over.”
After tearing her unfinished painting apart, she took down the canvas and ced a new one.
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