Dear sweetheart novel (Rayna and Julian) novel Chapter 548

Wyatt decided not to return to the office. He delegated his tasks to the vice CEO and did not want the latter to disturb him unless there was an emergency.

He would ask Jessica if she wanted to paint. If she were in the mood for painting, Wyatt would instruct the housekeeper to buy painting materials and an easel and set up the easel in the garden. He would accompany her to paint under the sun.

If she did not feel like painting, he would accompany her to listen to audiobooks and play some fun guessing games.

From then on, Wyatt stopped venting his frustration at her and would always coax her. I might not be able to help her become the Jessica she used to be, but it’s okay as long as I have her by my side. That’s more than enough for me.

The doctor gave Jessica a bottle of eye medication, and Wyatt would help her squeeze the eye drops into her eyes once every morning and evening.

However, her eyesight did not improve after using the medication for a week. She had almost finished using the eye drops, but there was no sign of improvement.

Today, the vice CEO called Wyatt, wanting him to handle an urgent matter.

“Take care of yourself, okay? I’ll be back once I’m done.” Wyatt gave the woman a peck on her lips. “I’ll buy you a mousse cake later. How about that?”

Jessica nodded. “Go and settle your things. The housekeeper can accompany me, so don’t worry.”

After Wyatt left, Jessica wished to take a stroll outside the house, but the housekeeper warned her of the hot weather and the scorching sun.

Instead of going out, she told the housekeeper to turn on the television so she could listen to the news.

She spent the entire morning snacking in the living hall and listening to the news.

It was almost noon, but Wyatt had yet to return.

After lunch, Jessica felt sluggish. Instead of asking for the housekeeper’s help, she slowly made her way upstairs while clinging to the handrail.

When she got upstairs, she heard people talking from a stone’s throw away. “Poor Mrs. Lopez. Not only did she not know her pregnancy was nonviable, but she also had no idea she had to undergo surgery to remove the fetus.”

“Mr. Lopez dared not break the news to her because he was worried she might become emotional,” another housekeeper uttered.

The other housekeeper sighed. “But Mrs. Lopez is the one carrying the child. How could he keep this from her? Besides that, her uncle and aunt are all dead, yet Mr. Lopez refused to tell her the truth.”

“I heard her aunt died in a fatal accident when she was rushing to the hospital. Death is truly unpredictable, isn’t it?”

One of them whispered, “When Mrs. Lopez went missing, I heard Mr. Lopez was so mad that he ordered his men to locate her uncle’s whereabouts. That’s a little extreme, don’t you think?”

“Don’t forget, Mr. Lopez even locked Mrs. Lopez up in the house. Though she ran away for a short while, he still managed to track her down and bring her home,” the other person said.

“I feel sorry for Mrs. Lopez.”

After a small talk, the housekeepers got back to their work.

Jessica gripped the handrail so tightly that her knuckles turned pale.

Her entire body was shaking, and she completely zoned out.

When she heard footsteps approaching, she bit her lip and continued walking while holding the handrail. She acted as if she was coming upstairs.

The housekeepers, who were about to go downstairs, were taken aback when they saw Jessica standing by the stairs. “M-Mrs. Lopez.”

Jessica inclined her head in response. “I feel a little sleepy—heading back to the room to take a nap.”

“Do you need help, Mrs. Lopez?” one of the housekeepers asked.

“It’s okay. I can walk on my own.”

As Jessica continued making her way upstairs, she heard them mutter anxiously, “I hope Mrs. Lopez didn’t overhear our conversation when she was coming up…”

Jessica nearly burst into tears as a pang of emotions surged within her.

Even her legs had turned feeble.

All hell broke loose the moment Jessica entered the room.

After dropping to the carpeted floor and covering her face with her hands, she bit her lips and cried her eyes out as she did not want anyone to hear her. What Jacob said was true. Uncle Oliver and Aunt Danielle were dead.

She realized Wyatt had avoided arranging a meeting with Oliver and Danielle for her, no matter how many times she pleaded with him. That’s because they’re all dead. Wyatt lied to me. He lied to me because he knew I wouldn’t accept the news. In fact, I, too, had been deceiving myself.