Dear Sweetheart novel

Convinced by Wyatt’s words, Jessica didn’t protest any further.

Upon arriving on the second floor, the manager led them to a room where a row of gorgeous bridal gowns awaited

them. Nonetheless, Jessica assumed she was in a clothing boutique because of her inability to see.

Lifting Jessica’s hand, he whispered in her ear, “Come, Jessie, just point randomly. There are two rows of dresses in

front of you. Pick two to try, and we’ll leave with them.”

“They’re just clothes. You can help me choose.”

“I’m terrible at this and don’t know what you like. Perhaps your intuition has a better eye than I do.”

Jessica furrowed her brows when she felt that Wyatt was behaving strangely.

Why does he insist that I come along just to buy some clothes?

After being egged on by Wyatt, Jessica relented and inquired about the color and design of the dresses. She then

deliberated on them upon hearing Wyatt’s description.

While Wyatt was serving as Jessica’s eyes, the manager discreetly called in a photography team.

The team quietly slipped in once the couple had entered the changing room.

“Is that really Mr. Lopez?” the photographer asked the manager softly while glancing at the changing room. “It

can’t be. There’s no reason for him to be so secretive about taking wedding photographs, is there?”

The manager shot him a glare. “Mind your own business. Do you want this job or not? While they’re inside, get your

staff to set up your equipment. Do it quietly and don’t say a word.”

The photographer was rendered speechless.

Since Wyatt was paying them a handsome fee, he got to work quickly.

Just as the video camera was put in place, the door to the changing room swung open.

After handing the controls of the video camera over to his colleague, the photographer tracked the couple closely

and took pictures of them from all angles.

“This dress is really heavy and is tiresome to walk around in. It doesn’t feel practical to me.”

“It’s an evening gown.”

“Aren’t we just buying some clothes? Why are we getting a gown?”

“You pointed at it just now. Just try it on. Who knows, you can wear it to a banquet next time.”

Listening to Wyatt’s conversation with Jessica, the photographer wondered to himself why the former was behaving

in such a strange manner.

Soon, he quickly realized through his camera lens that Jessica was blind and Wyatt was assisting her throughout.

While he was still stunned by the epiphany, the photographer saw Wyatt turn abruptly toward the camera and

gesture with a darkened gaze.

Feeling a chill down his spine, he quickly nodded to acknowledge that he was just there to do as he was told.

Meanwhile, Jessica insisted on changing her outfit after learning that it was an evening gown. However, Wyatt

refused to let her do so and praised how good she looked in it. He even got the manager to bring over a pair of

heels, which he put on for her.

Under the pretext of checking whether the shoes were comfortable, he led her around, for he would buy them if

they were.

It wasn’t until Jessica’s legs began to feel sore that he carried her back to the changing room.

Inside, she was forced to put on another gown, one that was lighter.

This time, she discreetly felt the texture of the fabric and realized it was made of lace with diamonds embroidered

on them. It didn’t feel like something one would wear casually at all.

After being led out by Wyatt to painstakingly repeat the same process, she was brought back to the changing room

to put her own clothes back on.

“We’ll be taking the dress and shoes.”

“Sure,” the manager replied, “Mrs. Lopez has chosen a beautiful piece.”

Listening on in silence, Jessica left together with Wyatt when he wrapped his arm around her waist.

All of a sudden, a loud bang was heard when something crashed onto the floor.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Jessica stopped in her tracks upon hearing the male voice. “Is there someone else around?”

Wyatt scowled at the man as he replied softly, “It’s just one of the staff here.”

Fortunately, Jessica didn’t suspect anything at all.

It wasn’t until Wyatt had left with Jessica that the manager heaved a sigh of relief. She reprimanded the

photographer, “Didn’t I remind you to be more careful? You almost got us in trouble!”

“My colleague didn’t do it on purpose,” the photographer said. “Besides, this is the first time we have accepted a

job where we can’t reveal what we’re doing. What is Mr. Lopez up to?”

The manager snapped back impatiently, “You’d better start editing the photos and videos you have taken. Once

you’re done, send them to Mr. Lopez.”

With that, she left in a hurry, leaving the photographer behind to scratch his head cluelessly.

Upon leaving the bridal studio, Wyatt carried Jessica into the car and joined her inside.

He instructed the driver to take them back to Zenisan Villa before retrieving two marriage certificates from his

pocket.

Opening one of them, Wyatt saw both their names, a wedding portrait, and the date of their marriage printed on it.

Their marriage was officiated by the City Hall stamp on the date.

He shifted his attention to his ring finger.

At the City Hall, the jewelry store, and the bridal studio, Jessica paid a coin at all three places. The fact that she paid

is evidence that she married me willingly and not under duress.

After carefully putting the marriage certificates back into the document folder, Wyatt lifted her hand and gave it a

kiss. “From now on, you’re known as Mrs. Lopez.”

You’re mine now.

His words caused Jessica to retract her hand, but she failed to do so because of his tight grip.

Soon after they returned to Zenisan Villa, staff from the bridal studio arrived with the wedding videos and photos.

Wyatt made an excuse to leave and got the housekeeper to stay by Jessica’s side. He proceeded upstairs with the

bridal studio staff and got them to hang the massive wedding picture on the wall above the bed.

After that, he checked the wedding video and two thick photo albums.

The photographer had managed to capture the best angles. Regardless of whether Wyatt was holding Jessica or

talking to her, both of them looked madly in love with each other, just like in real wedding photos.

When the photographer finally succeeded in hanging the picture with the help of his colleague, he wiped the sweat

off his brow.

“Mr. Lopez, is this all right for you?”

Wyatt turned his attention to the wedding portrait. In it, he was on one knee, helping Jessica put on her shoes.

It heartened him to see that the photographer had successfully captured one of his favorite scenes.

“It looks good.” Wyatt retrieved a wad of cash from the drawer and handed it to the photographer. “Thank you.”

Pleasantly surprised, the photographer gladly accepted it. “That’s too kind of you, Mr. Lopez.”

Although Jessica was sitting in the living room, she would occasionally hear the sound of footsteps and men talking

upstairs.

Nonetheless, she assumed they were from the office since Wyatt didn’t go in that day.

During dinner, she asked, “Do you have a lot to do? I keep hearing people coming here.”

“Yeah. They just wanted me to sign a few documents.”

Jessica ate slowly and suggested, “If you’re busy, you can go back to your office. I-I’ll stay here obediently. I

promise I won’t try to escape.”

No sooner had she spoken than Wyatt slam his fork on the table.

The loud bang caused Jessica to tremble in fear.

“I-I’m sorry.” She lowered her voice with her lips still quivering.

“It’s fine. My fork just slipped out of my hand.” Worried that he would lose his temper if he stayed, Wyatt sprang up

from his chair. “Just tell the housekeeper what you would like to eat. I’ll be heading to my study to wrap up some

work.”

As the sound of his footsteps began to fade, she frantically called out, “I did all that you asked of me today. You

promised to bring my uncle and aunt tomorrow to see—”

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow,” Wyatt cut her off before he disappeared.

Lowering her head, Jessica found the food she had in her mouth difficult to swallow.