His Precious Love

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 collaborate 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.”

Nathaniel Valentine glanced at Wyatt with a smile. “Of course, I know the young and accomplished 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’d

come 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 collaboration 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

collaboration.”

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 relationship 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 relatively 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 place 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 available collaborative 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 placed his hand on the latter’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 collaboration 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 become 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.

Occasionally, 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 placed the

dining tray on the table. “It’s time for your lunch.”

“Mhm,” Jessica replied.

Just as she placed her brush down and turned around, she noticed the housekeeper today was an ordinary-looking

young man. Despite his plain features, he had a fine figure, which increased his attractiveness.

She took an extra glance 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 place.” 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 places 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 glanced at the couch again, it was as though the male housekeeper had transformed into

Wyatt.

Instead of sitting properly, he was lazing 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 black pants, lying on the couch and holding a bouquet of sunflowers.

The only part of the painting still incomplete 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 placed a new one.

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