Dear Sweetheart Chapter 286 Misunderstanding Resolved âIâve never been duped by women in the business world,â Theodore riposted detachedly.
âDonât tell me you want to have a taste of it?â Jasmine thumped him several times in a row before chiding, âEven if there was a problem with the letter, why did you give the promotion up? Couldnât you just put up with it for three years?â
With the misunderstanding between them resolved, the atmosphere was no longer that tense. It was as though they had gone back in time to when they were dating.
Such a feeling had Theodore feeling inexplicably relaxed and at peace.
âA promotion was meaningless when I no longer had my girlfriend. In the first place, it was a bet between my father and me. If I stayed in the military for three years, he would overlook your family background,â Theodore divulged.
When Jasmine heard that, her nose stung, and a strange feeling surged within her.
She threw herself into his arms and hugged him around the waist tightly. âI donât know whether youâre foolish or love me so much that you even gave up your future.â
âIâm not doing all that bad right now.â A smile appeared in Theodoreâs eyes. No matter what, sheâs back by my side!
âYeah, your net worth is tens of billions!â Chortling, Jasmine looked up and asked, âTell me the truthâhave you been keeping tabs on me since returning to the country and even interfered in Sanders Groupâs matters?â
âYes, but it was just because I was too free then,â Theodore uttered stiffly.
At that, Jasmine rebuked, âYouâre obviously concerned about me! What a dishonest liar! I was just wondering why those few old geezers suddenly became so amicable with me when theyâd hated me for years. It turned out to be your doing.â
Climbing up, she sat on his lap before continuing, âIf you werenât so hot-tempered and listened to me, things wouldnât have been so tense between us!â
Theodore had also realized that, so his expression was a touch awkward. âIt was all my fault. Iâll try my best to change in the future.â
âThereâs no trying. You must change!â Jasmine emphasized, hooking her arms around his neck. Subsequently, she threatened, âIâm now the director of Sanders Group, so plenty of wealthy heirs clamor to ask me out for meals. If you donât work hard to pursue me, Theodore, your wife and child might end up belonging to someone else.â
âYou wouldnât dare!â Theodoreâs brows lifted, and his voice abruptly went up a few decibels.
Snorting, Jasmine retorted provocatively, âWhy wouldnât I dare? I want to find a man with deeper pockets and a milder temper, then have my son take his family name and call him Daddy!â
daily new chapters upload only on alaniniz(dot)com At the sight of the manâs grim face, she nestled against his shoulder and laughed so hard that her entire body shook.
Itâs been four years, but he still loses his cool so easily!
Indeed, Theodore was enraged.
Weâve finally resolved the misunderstanding between us, yet sheâs declaring that she wants to marry another man and even wishes to have his child, having no regard whatsoever for me!
âRepeat that again,â Theodore warned with a dark expression.
Jasmine had her arms wrapped around his neck and her eyes wide open, still giggling away.
Gah! How insolent!
Pinning her on the couch, Theodore narrowed his eyes a fraction even as he radiated a menacing aura.
âIs it that funny?â
âIâm just over the moon.â Jasmine chuckled softly, brushing her long and slender fingers across his handsome face.
Well, he still makes my heart skip a beat!
Her ruby lips parted, and she teased, âIâm very expensive, Mr. Xavier. Are you sure you can afford my price?â
âWhat do you want, then?â
Jasmine hooked a finger at him.
When he had leaned down, she placed her lips beside his ear and murmured, âYou and the entirety of your wealth. How about that?â
Without the slightest hesitation, Theodore replied, âSure.â
The one thing I can never forget and have always desired has always been her.
âIt seems that youâre very sincere since you answered so quickly without dithering.â She gave him a kiss as if it was a reward before adding, âIn this case, Iâll give you a surprise.â
With her hands around his neck, she purred, âIâll give youââ
âTheodore! Are you in there, Theodore?â
A flurry of knocks cut Jasmine off, accompanied by Wyattâs marmot-like screeching. âThe ball is starting soon! Letâs go and have fun together!â
Theodoreâs face was as dark as thunder.
âNever mind, letâs go to the ballroom to have some fun.â Jasmine no longer planned on resuming the conversation after having been interrupted.
Weâve made up, so thereâs still time to talk about this matter at a later time.
Slipping out from under the manâs arm, she calmly put on her sweater and skirt. When she had covered her porcelain white skin up properly, she left the bedroom.
She opened the door to Wyattâs shocked gaze, but she merely flashed him a faint smile. âGood evening, Wyatt.â
âAh, good evening,â Wyatt instinctively greeted in return.
While doing so, he headed into the room.
By the time he reached the bedroom door, realization dawned upon him. It wasnât until then did it occur to him that Jasmine addressed him as âWyatt.â
Whoa!
âTheodore!â He rushed into the bedroom to the sight of Theodore having changed into a black suit. With an exaggerated expression on his face, he exclaimed, âDid you hear that? Ms. Sanders actually addressed me as Wyatt! Have you bothââ
âHow else would she address you if not Wyatt?â Theodore snorted.
Glimpsing the faint hickeys on the manâs neck, Wyatt snickered suggestively. âOh... the two of you have made up? Finally, Theodore, youâre no longer looking surly as though the entire world owes you.â
Regretfully, Theodore wasnât in the mood to entertain him. âBuzz off.â
âOkay!â Wyatt swiftly scrambled away but returned no sooner had he taken a few steps away. âSince you both have made up, is Jasmine also going to the ballroom? What about the money I spent?â
Rubbing his hands, he sniggered deviously before explaining, âUh... I was worried youâd be lonely, so I forked out three hundred thousand to hire a socialite to dance with you and entertain you. Look, Theodore, you donât need her to keep you company anymore, but I wonât be able to get my money back, will I? Why donât you reimburse me?â
Theodore lifted a leg and kicked him, demanding coldly, âYou forked out money to hire a socialite? Do I look like I lack women?â
âWell, the atmosphere between you and Ms... Ah, I mean, Jasmine... was tense beyond words. Theodore, if youâre chaste for too long, the quality of your sperm will decline,â Wyatt muttered, lecturing him earnestly.
That rendered Theodore speechless.
Wyatt continued, âThink about it, Theodore. Youâre already in your thirties, but you donât have a child yet. If your sperm is of low quality, and you get a dull kid, are you both going to support him forever?â
Veins popped up on Theodoreâs forehead, and he ordered chillingly, âTurn around!â
âHuh? Why do I need to turn around?â Wyatt questioned curiously. But still, he gave his back to the man before querying, âDo you find me too handsome, so you feel inferior... Ahh!â
A hard kick landed on his butt.
In the next second, he fell onto the ground like a dog sprawling out at rest.
âYou talk so much that itâs irritating! You can deal with the socialite you bought with three hundred thousand however you like!
Scram!â Theodore gave him another swift kick.
âHow cruel of you, Theodore!â
âBuzz off!â
No longer daring to complain, Wyatt scrambled up from the ground and limped away like lightning.
The man didnât hold back much with the kicks, so by the time he had changed and gone to the ballroom, he was still walking strangely. In fact, he felt as though he had taken a paddle to the butt.
âWere you careless while walking and fell on your butt?â Curtis teased.
Wyatt rubbed his butt. It was still slightly painful, making him grit his teeth. âTheodore kicked me. Curtis, you knew that Jasmine was in the room, so you had me go and call Theodore, right?â
âI thought they just wanted to talk, and that wouldâve only taken a few minutes.â
At once, Wyatt blew up. âWhoa! How insidious of you, Curtis! What an old geezer! Iâm your buddy, the real deal! Doesnât your conscience bug you?â
In response, Curtis merely shrugged. âNope. We are not related by blood anyway.â