His Precious Love

Chapter 603

After eating a plate of grilled meat, Jessica pushed his hand away with a frown and said, “I'm so full I can't stomach

any more food.”

Then, Wyatt requested the waiter for a fruit platter.

The duo stayed at the restaurant for quite a long time. All the other guests had already left by the time Jessica

finished resting.

She grabbed her bag and stood up while Wyatt remained still. “Why aren't you helping me? The floor is so slippery.

What if I fall? Do you plan to stand there and watch?” she asked, looking at him.

It was then that Wyatt finally came to his senses. He strode toward her, cautiously placed his arm around her waist,

and walked her to the door.

“Should I get you a cab?” asked Wyatt upon exiting the premises.

Jessica was rendered speechless.

About three seconds later, Wyatt realized his mistake. Thus, he led Jessica to his car and opened the door for her.

Upon sitting in the driver's seat and putting on the seatbelt, Wyatt suddenly realized that he had forgotten how to

drive.

Jessica waited for a while, but he did not move a muscle. “Are you waiting for me to drive you instead?”

At that instant, Wyatt ignited the engine frantically. He secured his hands on the steering wheel and checked the

rear mirror every now and then.

He would usually drive about eighty kilometers per hour. However, he was not his typical self that day and was

fearful to even reach forty kilometers per hour.

He cruised along the road, not knowing where his destination was. Hence, he asked, “Where do you live?”

“Our marital residence.” Jessica found his question ridiculous. “Aren't we married? Shouldn't we head back to our

house together? Or did you not end up getting us a place?”

Wyatt was utterly flabbergasted and drove the car to Zenisan Villa.

There was only one housekeeper taking care of the villa. Since Wyatt was often away, the housekeeper only visited

every three days.

Coincidentally, the housekeeper had just completed a garden makeover and decided to stay the night because it

was already late.

“Mr. Lopez.” Although the housekeeper had been working there for quite a while, she rarely saw Wyatt. That was

also the first time she had ever seen him bring a woman home, and it was a pregnant lady. From the looks of it, she

assumed they were a couple. “Hello, Mrs. Lopez.”

Jessica flashed a smile at her and asked, “I'd like to have some oatmeal tomorrow. Is that okay?”

“Of course!”

Subsequently, Wyatt assisted her to the room on the second floor. He was so anxious that he did not know where to

place his hands. “You'll be fine taking a shower alone, right? I'll get the housekeeper to bring you some clothes.”

“Are you very nervous?” Amused, Jessica held his hands. “It seems to me that everything is just a blur to you since

the moment you met me at the restaurant. It's as if you don't know anything else besides your name.”

Wyatt stared at her for a while. He gulped and asked, “Are you really alive?”

A few seconds later, a grim-faced Jessica pushed him out of the bedroom.

Wyatt stood at the door. For several moments, he debated how to request someone send him some clothes. In the

end, he made up his mind to drive out and personally shop at any clothing store that was still open.

When the salesperson noticed that Wyatt was shopping for maternity clothes, he seized the opportunity to offer him

more. “The baby shop opposite is ours too. Would you like to go and have a look, sir? To get some newborn clothing

too?”

To get clothes for the baby? Am I out of my mind?

Though he questioned himself initially, Wyatt returned to Zenisan Villa with more than ten shopping bags, five of

which were baby clothes. I must have gone mad!

As he was bringing all the bags up to the room, he ran into Jessica, who was seemingly looking for him. Her hair

was damp. She cast a glance at the shopping bags and said, “My due date is just around the corner. Who's going to

wear all these maternity clothes after I give birth?”

“You can wear two outfits each day or change every hour.” Wyatt put the bags in the room. When he was about to

leave, he noticed her damp hair and proceeded to get the hair dryer and blow it dry for her.

Meanwhile, Jessica was checking out the contents of the shopping bags.

Wyatt bought everything that was pleasing to his eyes. Thankfully, his taste in clothes was not bad.

When Jessica saw the last few bags of baby items were all in pink, she chuckled. “It's a boy. Do you really think that

he wants to be dressed in pink?”

Wyatt simply answered the salesperson and said it was a girl when the latter asked. Yet, Wyatt kept his cool and

replied languidly, “Oh, it's not a big deal. I'll purchase more soon.”

After drying Jessica's hair, Wyatt headed to the room next door.

Instead of taking a shower, he went to smoke on the balcony. Was I at the club tonight? Did I really run into this

woman? Wyatt fell into deep thoughts as he gazed at the light reflected from the bedroom next to his.

Everything that happened that night felt too realistic to be true.

After puffing on a cigarette, Wyatt stood on the balcony for a while more before showering.

As soon as he came out of the bathroom, Wyatt went straight to the balcony. He was relieved to see the lights were

still on, indicating that Jessica was in her room.

Is she asleep? What's her sleeping position during pregnancy when her belly is so big?

Wyatt paced up and down, overthinking things. Then, he saw the lights go off all of a sudden. Assuming that it was

caused by a faulty circuit component, Wyatt wanted to head out to check.

The moment he opened his bedroom door, Jessica was there in her pajama.

She lifted her head and had one hand on her waist. “Are you seriously letting a mom-to-be sleep by herself?” she

asked, furrowing her brows.

When the realization struck him, Wyatt opened the door wider and let her in.

Afterward, he went to the storage cabinet to pick up an extra pillow. Worried that the duvet was too thin, he also

changed it into a thicker one.

When he was done, Jessica removed her slippers and lay on the bed. She tapped the space beside her and

instructed, “Come over here.”

Wyatt heeded her words.

Jessica pulled her shirt up, revealing a round and fair baby bump. She grabbed his hand and placed it on her belly.

“He tortured me badly when I was six to seven months pregnant, but he behaves very well now. Touch him.”

Wyatt did as she said and felt the warmth and softness in his palm. He stared at Jessica's bump and saw some jerky

movements on the pregnant belly. Soon, something small kicked his palm!

He had never experienced such a moment and was taken aback by what just happened.

He asked, “Did the baby kick me?”

“No, he was just playing with you.” Jessica smiled and added, “He knows that you're his father, so he wants to get

close to you. After all, this is your first time meeting each other.”

This feeling is simply amazing.

Wyatt moved his palm up. Surprisingly, the baby followed him and gently kicked his palm as if he could sense

Wyatt's movement.

At that, Wyatt felt ticklish and guffawed.

He continued teasing the baby by moving his palm around the belly. Wherever his hand moved, the baby followed.

After playing for a while, Wyatt noticed that the baby stopped moving completely. Immediately, he asked Jessica,

“Why did the movements stop?”

“You need your rest, let alone the baby.” Jessica found his reaction funny. She yawned and uttered, “I'm feeling

sleepy too, so let's call it a night. I'll be leaving tomorrow.”

She then slapped the man's hand away, pulled herself a pillow, and lay down in bed.

Wyatt was baffled. He leaned forward and queried, “Leaving tomorrow? Where to?”

“Let's talk about it in the morning.” She ignored him and squirmed around, trying to find the best position to sleep.

A random reply from her got him all worked up. He stared at the woman sleeping beside him intently as if she

would disappear the moment he let his guard down.

Wyatt hugged her in his arms. A faint scent that was uniquely hers wafted toward him, calming him down. He

tucked her in nicely and dozed off with her in his embrace.

Just like that, Wyatt's insomnia was cured that very night.

The following morning, the housekeeper prepared oatmeal and waited to serve the couple breakfast.

Right then, she heard the doorbell. The housekeeper hurriedly wiped her hands and answered the door, only to be

greeted by a lady who exuded an elegant aura.

“Did Wyatt stay here last night?” she asked politely.