My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey)



Zorion didn't reply. He seemed to be considering if he should agree with Ruth's request.

Ruth then threatened Zorion, "If you won't agree to my request, then I won't agree to yours either. If Madam Yuliana tries to hit you again, I will help you again."

When he heard Ruth say that, Zorion quickly nodded his head and said, "I won't. I won't. You, you can't take the hit."

Ruth finally breathed out a sigh of relief when he made the promise.

She nodded. "Okay, Mr. Zorion. As long as you keep your promise to me, I'll keep my promise to you."

Yesseca borrowed a dress from the maid.

After putting the dress on, she went back to accompany Montez who was still asleep.

Montez woke up at seven o'clock.

He was surprised to see Yesseca in a different set of clothes. "Yesseca, weren't you wearing my daddy's clothes? Why did you change?"

Yesseca patted Montez's head. "Because I can do

magic."

Montez didn't ask any more questions. "I'll get the butler to buy some clothes for you."

Yesseca rejected his kind offer. "It's fine. I'll just wear this. There's no need to buy me new clothes."

She had already made arrangements with the maid for the dress to be returned to her tomorrow.

Seeing as Yesseca insisted, Montez didn't push the matter any further.

After washing up with Montez, the both of them went to the dining room for some breakfast.

Perhaps it was still too early as there wasn't anyone there yet. The servants had just begun serving breakfast when they walked in.

A few minutes later, Tremaine walked in.

"Daddy!" Montez greeted him warmly.

Tremaine nodded and looked at Yesseca.

His eyes looked at her knowingly.

Yesseca blushed slightly.

She greeted him as she tried to hide her guilt. "Mr. Quartley."

Tremaine sat next to Yesseca.

He whispered. "You looked really good last night."

She had been soaking wet last night, he could see right through her clothes...

Yesseca kept silent.

Her face didn't just turn red, it felt hot as well.

Tremaine was simply flirting with her, as though she was his plaything.

Yesseca glared at him.

She didn't expect Montez to notice.

Montez's eyes widened. "Yesseca, why are you glaring at my daddy?"

He sounded curious and doubtful of what was going on.

Yesseca kept quiet.

She was struggling to explain when Montez looked at Tremaine with a serious look on his face. "Daddy, is this because Yesseca wore your shirt last night? Are you upset about that? Is that why she glared at you? You shouldn't be like that. How could you argue with a girl..."

Yesseca went silent once again.

She felt Tremaine's eyes dig deeper into her face.

"Ahem." Yesseca interrupted Montez. "It's time for breakfast."

As soon as they settled down, Madam Quartley and Yuliana walked in. Montez stopped talking.

The atmosphere in the dining room grew tense.

Yesseca could tell very clearly.

Madam Quartley normally would have chatted with her when they ate together. But this time, she didn't say a single word and kept a straight face. Yesseca felt as though Madam Quartley wasn't too happy to see her.

But she felt like she was overthinking things.

Madam Quartley had always enjoyed her company.

After they had their breakfast, Yesseca spoke to Madam Quartley, "Madam Quarley, why don't I take Montez to the kindergarten today? It's on the way to work for me."

Madam Quartley responded coldly, "No need. I'll take him myself."

Yesseca was becoming even more confused

What happened to Madam Quartley?

Montez was a little reluctant. "Great-grandma, Yesseca said you'd let her drop me, if we asked you nicely. I want Yesseca to send me off." Yuliana interrupted him, "Montez, what's the matter with you? You can't ignore your greatgrandmother to be with someone else. She'd feel hurt." Yuliana was very clearly hinting at something!

Sure enough, Madam Quartley's face turned even

colder.

Yesseca quickly tried to smoother) things. "Madam Quartley will accompany you to kindergarten. I'm in a rush to get to work anyway. If I dropped you, you'll be late for kindergarten."

Montez had no choice but to give in.

When she saw how reluctant Montez was, Madam Quartley grew even more uncomfortable.

This was her great-grandson, even he was completely enraptured by Yesseca!

Just what kind of drug did Yesseca feed her great-grandson?

After Madam Quartley sent Montez off to the kindergarten, Yesseca left for work.

When the housekeeper saw Yesseca stand up, he immediately said, "Miss Cowell, allow me to send you to your workplace."

Yesseca smiled, "No need, that would be too much trouble for you."

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Both Noel, the housekeeper, and Yesseca were surprised.

Noel found this very strange indeed. Mr. Tremaine has been behaving very oddly lately.

Yesseca was puzzled as well. Recently, Tremaine had been sending her off very often.

When they reached the car, Yesseca couldn't help but tease him. "Mr. Quartley, you seem to have a lot of free time lately, don't you? Why do you have the time to see me off all the time?"

Tremaine gave Yesseca a cool stare and said, "You must be very idle yourself, seeing as you have so much time to talk such nonsense, hm?"

Yesseca was quiet.

She stuck out her tongue. After

getting into the car, she couldn't help

but think back about what had happened in the dining room earlier. Even though she assumed that Tremaine wouldn't know it himself, she had to bring it up, "I feel like Madam Quartley behaving a bit strangely today."

She had wanted to say that Madam Quartley very suddenly seemed unhappy with her, but after thinking about it, she decided to use a more indirect

way of expressing it.

Tremaine didn't reply with his usual sharp tongue this time.

His deep gaze stared off into the distance. "Don't overthink it."

"I'm not. It was very obvious."

Tremaine held the steering wheel with one hand, and stretched out his other hand. He patted

Yesseca on the head and said, "No, you're overthinking it."

When he said that, there was a very noticeable tenderness in his voice.

Yesseca held her breath.

Because of what Tremaine just did.

He patted her head.

The rims of her eyes turned red for some reason.

Yesseca sniffed.

Tremaine pulled over.

He looked at Yesseca's face. "Did I pat your head too hard? Have you gone crazy?"

Yesseca was quiet.

"Buzz buzz."

She quickly smiled at him despite feeling her stomach swirl with sadness and emotions.

She glared at Tremaine angrily but also somewhat amused. "You think you can hurt me with just your palm?"

Tremaine smiled. "As long as you're smiling."

Yesseca looked at him quietly

She then came back to her senses. He must have said that on purpose to make her laugh.

Yesseca sighed. "My brother used to pat me on

the head like that."

Tremaine looked at her. "Your brother?"

"Yes." Yesseca nodded heavily.

"When I was very young, my mother ended things by jumping off a building. It was because I was sick

my family was poor, and my mother had bought an insurance policy. She thought that she could get us a huge sum of money in compensation if she died, so that we would have enough money to pay for my medical expenses. We didn't expect our mother to have done that."