My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey)



Zorion moved to stop her. "Honey, don't tear them up. I made this stack for you, and only for you." Yuliana paused for a moment then immediately tore up the last paper crane into pieces.

Who would want this idiot to fold a stack of paper cranes for her!

Did he think that Yuliana was just as stupid as he was, like some three-year-old child?!

Yuliana pointed at Zorion and said, "Next time, if you fold these things again, I'll teach you a lesson!"

Ruth hurried downstairs.

She stopped Zorion and said, "Mr. Zorion, please don't upset her. I'll take you out to play a game instead."

Zorion didn't move.

Yuliana glared at Zorion and walked upstairs in frustration.

Zorion stayed on the sofa, looking dejected.

Ruth was shocked at how angry Yuliana was.

She continued, "Mr. Zorion, didn't I tell you not to provoke Madam Yuliana? You'll have a hard time if you anger her."

Zorion looked sad and felt wronged.

He looked at Ruth with tears in his eyes. "Ruth, I just wanted to fold some paper cranes for my wife. Why did she tear up all my paper cranes? Why? I've been folding for such long time. Is it because they were ugly?"

Ruth's heart ached.

She quickly said softly, "No Mr. Zorion. The paper cranes you've folded are the best paper cranes I've ever seen."

"Then why did she tear them all up? Doesn't she like me, Ruth?" Zorion asked.

Ruth didn't know how to answer.

It was obvious that Yuliana didn't like Zorion. In fact she hated Zorion and wished he was dead.

But how could she tell him that?

"Telling Zorion would be as good as stabbing him in the back!"

"Ruth, why aren't you saying anything? Am I right? Does my wife hate me?" Zorion noticed that Ruth wasn't saying anything and hurriedly asked her those questions.

"Mr. Zorion, wait." Ruth then quickly ran to the table and took a small mirror.

She took the small mirror and placed it in front of

Zorion. "Mr. Zorion, look into the mirror."

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"Mr. Zorion, don't you think the person in the mirror is handsome?" Ruth asked.

Zorion stared at himself in the mirror.

Large eyes, a sharp nose, thin lips. He was handsome.

"Wow, I really am." Zorion said.

"That's right." Ruth said softly, "You are so handsome. How could anyone hate you? You have nothing to worry about."

Zorion picked up the mirror.

He took another look at himself then placed the mirror aside.

Zorion looked at Ruth and said, "Ruth, sit down."

She did so.

To her surprise, Zorion rested his head on her lap.

Ruth held her breath.

But soon a warm tenderness filled her eyes.

If this was done by any other man, it would have been highly suggestive.

But since it was Zorion, there was no such intent.

He was like a child leaning on his mother's lap.

"Ruth," Zorion said sadly. "I feel like my wife doesn't love me, but I love her very much. I'm always looking for ways to please her, but why does it never work? She hates me, doesn't she?"

"No, Mr. Zorion, that's not true."

"Yes, she does!" Zorion said, "She hates me. My wife doesn't love me."

Zorion felt sad. Ruth felt the same.

She gently caressed Zorion's head and said, "Mr. Zorion you're just not feeling well. Even though Madam Yuliana doesn't love you, other people do. You are a very lovable person."

"Is that true?"

"It's true."

"Do you love me Ruth?"

The gentleness in Ruth's eyes deepened. "Mr. Zorion, of course I love you."

After a brief pause, Ruth replied, "Mr. Zorion you are the gentlest man I've ever met."

"Really?" Zorion raised his head as his eyes sparkled. "But everyone says that Tremaine is the most handsome man. They say he is the best at everything."

Ruth shook her head. "Mr. Tremaine is very good looking, yes, but I don't think he is as good-looking as you Mr. Zorion."

Zorion laughed like a child, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. "Ruth, Tremaine is very handsome, so am I, and you're a beauty too."

Ruth laughed. Her eyes curved happily.

When Tremaine returned to the Quartley family villa, the housekeeper told him about Madam Quartley's demand.

Tremaine pursed his lips and didn't say anything.

The housekeeper continued, nursing

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a massive headache, "Mr. Tremaine, Madam Quartley has said that if I don't tell her the whereabouts of Montez's birth mother in a week's time will be kicked out of the Quartley family home."

Tremaine replied, "I see. You may leave now."

The housekeeper knew that Tremaine must have concocted a plan for this and therefore left.

Tremaine returned to his study.

He switched on the computer and plugged a device into the computer's USB port.

A window soon appeared on screen.

The window showed a live feed from the camera in Yesseca's bedroom. Then another frame appeared. It was from the camera by the window.

He moved his mouse over to the time bar and dragged it back to an earlier point in time.

There was nothing unusual on the camera feeds.

He switched off the computer.

After getting off work, Yesseca spotted Kylin holding a bunch of roses at the entrance of the mall.

Yesseca froze on the spot.

What was Kylin doing with a bunch of roses?

Kylin walked up to Yesseca, handed her the roses, and said, "A beautiful flower for a beautiful woman."

Yesseca felt a jolt of electricity zap her brain.

She looked at Kylin, somewhat disappointed. "The roses from this morning were also from you."

"You're right."

Yesseca stammered, "Why, why did you send those roses to me..."

"Why do you think I did?" Kylin looked at her with a wide smile.

Even though Yesseca hadn't dated anyone before, she could tell what he wanted.

Her usually fair face now blushed red.

Was everything Selina said true? Kylin really was interested in her.

"This, this isn't good."

Yesseca panicked.

She stuffed the roses in her hands back to Kylin. "I don't want it. I can't accept them."

"Alright." Kylin didn't insist.

He picked up the roses, placed them in the car, and then walked over. His voice was as gentle as a summer breeze. "Yesseca I like you and want to pursue a relationship with you. Whatever your reason to deny me, that's your business. I won't force you, but you have to at least give me a chance."

"I..." Yesseca became even more flustered.

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"Just treat me as a regular friend and call me when you're comfortable. If you don't want to contact me, I won't insist. But Yesseca, you have to give me a

chance, okay?" Kyi in's stared tenderly into Yesseca's eyes.

It was simply impossible to refuse him like this. Everything he said was reasonable and incredibly hard to refuse. Yesseca's mind was an absolute mess.