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.
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