Dear Sweetheart Chapter 393


    Chapter 393


    After thinking for a long time, Wyatt still ended up opening the door.


    As soon as he entered, mes 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, pped 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 btedly realized she was talking about the drawing. Somehow, he seemed to understand


    something.


    Jessica’s eyes were empty and lifeless. Even her tone was t. “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.


    Momentster, 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 andnguid 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 Ternc 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 forme of some fabrics that were difficult to dye. Still, he was unfazed.


    Finally, Marcus gave her a hint. “Ms. Gand, 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 rtively 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 ites 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 seeded, 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 me yourself for it. I’m more than satisfied to have you by my side even if I


    only have six months left.”


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    “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 t that he could not help but worry. “You’re already in


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


    Rayna shed 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 t 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. s, several secondster,


    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 shed 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 nced 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?


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