His Precious Love

Chapter 537

“No. I checked on her earlier, but I didn't get any response,” Jacob answered.

“Mrs. Valentine slept quite early last night, didn't she?” The housekeeper was confounded. “She usually comes downstairs at around eight.”

Upon hearing that, Jacob thought something was off. She's usually not a sleepyhead, so why didn't she reply earlier?

“I think she's feeling unwell because of her pregnancy.” Jacob put down his cup and stood up. “I'll take a look at her.” He returned to the master bedroom and knocked on the door. “Josie, are you feeling unwell? Josie?”

Even after he yelled her name a few times and knocked loudly, she still didn't respond.

His countenance turned grim as he opened the door.

Upon entering the room, he saw Jessica grimacing, although her eyes remained closed.

Jacob hastily went up to her and patted her cheeks. “What's going on with you, Josie?”

It was then he realized she was covered in sweat.

Without delay, he put a coat on her and carried her downstairs.

He said to the housekeeper, “She's not doing well. I'm sending her to the hospital right now. Take care of my friend when he wakes up and tell him where I went.”

The housekeeper nodded. “Understood! Call me if you need anything, Mr. Valentine.”

Just as Jacob left, Wyatt woke up.

Upon sitting up, he rubbed his temples as he still had a headache.

He studied the bedroom and recalled he had called Jacob last night. I think this is his place.

“Goddamnit! How dare he let me sleep on the carpet!” He glowered when he realized he was on the ground. I can't believe he just tossed me onto the carpet. I usually treat him so well!

Seeing that his suit had gotten all wrinkly and smelly, Wyatt frowned and went to take a shower.

Once he was done, he grabbed two pieces of clothing from the wardrobe and put them on.

The housekeeper noticed Wyatt when he came downstairs, so she informed him, “You must be Mr. Valentine's friend. Breakfast is ready. Please take a look if they're to your liking.”

“You speak Chanaean quite fluently.” Wyatt sat at the dining table. “Did he specifically hire someone who could?”

The housekeeper nodded. “Mrs. Valentine doesn't speak the local language fluently, so he hired me to take care of her.”

“Mm.” It was then Wyatt realized he was the only one around. “Where's Jacob?”

“Mrs. Valentine's feeling unwell, so he sent her to the hospital. He asked me to take care of you.”

There was a lot of food on the table, including buns and milk.

“Your cooking's pretty good, especially the buns,” Wyatt praised.

The housekeeper replied, “Mrs. Valentine taught me how to make them.”

Upon hearing that, Wyatt raised his eyebrow. “When did Jacob hire you? What does his girlfriend look like? Is she pretty?”

“I've been caring for her here for a long time.” The housekeeper sighed. “While she's beautiful, and her personality's pleasant, her eyes... She can't see, and Mr. Valentine rarely visits. I know they sleep in separate rooms, and he doesn't care about her that much. However, her eyes aren't working well, and she's pregnant. He has to look after her well for the baby's sake. You're friends with Mr. Valentine. Please advise him to do that.”

There's no way I have the time to pay attention to Jacob's matter when I'm dealing with my own stuff right now. Besides, Jacob settled her here and rarely visits. Clearly, he's not taking her seriously. What can I possibly say to change his mind? Still... I pity her, and the housekeeper genuinely seems to care for her...

Wyatt merely responded non-committally to the housekeeper's words. NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

After he finished his breakfast, he was ready to leave the house and the country.

He thought it'd be pointless for him to stick around any longer since he still couldn't find Jessica after such a long time. He had a lot of company matters to attend to.

“You're not waiting for Mr. Valentine to return?”

“No. I've booked my plane ticket already.” Wyatt went to grab his coat. “Tell him that I left when he returns.”

“All right.”

When Wyatt grabbed his coat and was about to leave, he accidentally saw an oil painting hanging on the wall.

It was a painting of a sunflower.

Seeing that triggered a flashback. Jessica also likes to draw sunflowers. She almost burned her sunflower painting when we had our argument that day. Not only that, she treated me even colder after what happened. I don't know where the sunflower pendant she gifted me is, either. The more he thought about it, the more irritated he became.

After taking a few steps away from the painting, he turned back, grabbed the painting, and transferred some money into Jacob's account to consider him buying it.

Jacob brought Jessica to the hospital. The doctor examined her and said she was fine and that her body was just a little weak.

The doctor subtly reminded, “You and your wife appear quite young, Sir. If you aren't in a hurry to have a child, you should wait until after her body has recuperated. What do you think?”

Jacob was stunned for a moment. He rubbed his nose awkwardly upon understanding what the doctor was referring to. “I'll ask her about it.”

“Very well. I shall take my leave now.”

After Jacob paid the medical fee, he returned to the ward and saw Jessica had woken up.

Instead of being subtle as the doctor, he cut straight to the chase. “The doctor said your body's not doing well and suggested you abort the child.”

For a long period, she remained silent.

She caressed her abdomen and said, “I eat well every day, and a doctor visited me before for a check- up. Why is my body still so weak?”

While he could tell she wanted to keep the child, he was confused. “Why do you still want to keep the child despite how your boyfriend treats you? Do you still love him?”

Instead of answering the question, Jessica turned to look outside the window.

A long silence ensued before she uttered hoarsely, “Let me give it a try. If I can't keep the child, I'll let them go.” I've lost two children, yet the heavens still don't grant me any favors.

Seeing how upset she appeared, Jacob didn't say anything in response. After she felt better, he took her back home.

The housekeeper informed, “Your friend left after he had his breakfast. He told me to let you know that.”

“He ate my food and slept in my room, yet he didn't even say thank you!” he grumbled. Then, when he saw the empty wall, he asked, “Where's the painting on this wall?”

“You mean the sunflower Mrs. Valentine painted? I think your friend took it.”

That rendered him speechless. That shameless b*stard! I can't believe he took my stuff when he left!

Pursing her lips, Jessica smiled. “It's just a painting. I feel honored that he likes it.”

“But you spent so much effort drawing it!” Jacob sighed, patted her head, and changed the topic. “Rest well today. I'll bring you out for a picnic tomorrow.”

She froze for a moment before nodding.

When Jacob had time to check his phone, he realized Wyatt had transferred him a rather large sum of money, which cheered him up. “That's more like it!”

He used that money to buy a lot of clothes for Jessica and transferred the rest to her card.

The reason he did it was that he was worried he wouldn't be around if she was in trouble. If she needed help, she could use the money on the card.

For the next few days, Jacob took her for a picnic, shopped with her, and then spent time with her on a yacht. He did all that in hopes of lifting her mood.

Unbeknownst to them, someone had been following them.

After he stayed in Yartran for a week, his company summoned him back to Chanaea.

He asked the housekeeper to take good care of Jessica and hurriedly returned to the country.

The day after he left, Jessica's phone rang.