My Heart only Beats for You

Preslie had been fat ever since she was young.

Amelia, on the other hand, had had her mother's genes and had always been slender. She was taller than Preslie

by 2 inches.

But that was not the point. Preslie was also not good at speaking.

Meanwhile, Amelia was good at speaking and always made her parents happy.

With Amelia around, there was no need for Preslie to be there.

Her parents were very fond of Amelia, and they had never even regarded Preslie as anything. They'd never once

treated Preslie like she was their daughter.

Even the Fernandez's relatives were the same. They all favored Amelia a lot more and treated Preslie as if she

was air. Whenever Preslie walked past them, they would mock her. Preslie couldn't recall if she had ever received

love and affection from her parents when she was a baby.

Today was the first tshe could remember receiving love from her parents.

When she got up in the middle of the night for the first time, her mother did not scold her. Instead, her mother

was worried that she was hungry and cooked sfood for her. The supper was ready in a short while.

Celine served Preslie the food.

Although it was just a simple supper, she could see her mom had made it with care.

Celine picked up a set of utensils for Preslie and said, "Have a taste and see if it's good or not. If it's not enough,

I'll get more for you."

"It's enough." Preslie took the utensils.

Perhaps the heat from the food stung her eyes. A layer of mist formed in Preslie's eyes.

She put a mouthful of food in her mouth.

It was delicious.

Countless emotions surged in her heart.

She had thought that she had no feelings left for this family.

At that moment, however, Preslie realized something.

Blood was still thicker than water.

When her parents treated her well, all the love and longing for her parents cback.

Soon, she finished her food.

Celine sat by the side and watched her daughter eat the food. When Preslie finished it, she instantly asked, "How

was it? Did you have enough? Was it good?"

Preslie nodded vigorously. "The food was delicious. It was enough."

Celine smiled. "That's great then. If you like it, | can cook more for you tomorrow."

Preslie looked at her mom and couldn't help but ask, "Why are you suddenly treatingso well?"

Celina was caught off guard by the question.

Obviously, she didn't expect Preslie to ask such a question, but after a short pause, she immediately said,

"Preslie, you silly child, what are you talking about? I'm your mother. Who should | be treating well if not you?"

Speaking of this, Celine stopped and felt guilty. "We've never really gotten along well. Of course, this is not

entirely your fault,and your father are somewhat to blame. But after you left, we understand how you felt

and regretted everything. We hope you can forgive us and know that you will forever be our daughter."

After hearing what her mom said, the mist around Preslie's eyes seemed to pool into tears.

In fact, when she asked Celine the question she already knew what the answer was.

The only reason why her parents would have a change of heart was because they knew she was seriously

working at the President's office.

However, she could not help but ask.

And her mom gave her an answer that she had not seen coming.

Perhaps this answer was just an excuse, a lie.

However, she would rather believe that it was true.

Even if Preslie had never once said it.

Only she knew how much she yearned for the love of her parents all the time.

She had hoped every day that her parents would treat her like how they treated Amelia.

Preslie took a deep breath.

She suddenly asked, "Where is Amelia?"

When she thought of Amelia, she realized that she had never seen Amelia since the moment she cback.

A strange look flashed across Celine's eyes.

Soon after, she schooled her expression. She said, "She has something to do today. She won't be coming back."

Preslie said nothing more.

Celine suddenly lowered her voice and asked, "How are you working in the President's Office all

of a sudden?"

Preslie didn't know how to answer her.

Celine figured Preslie didn't want to answer her question and so decided not to press on for more answers. She

stood up. "It's getting late. Rest early."

When Celine walked to the door of her room, she turned back as if she recalled something. Her gaze flew to

Preslie, "I almost forgot to tell you. Tomorrow, all our relatives will be here at our house."

Preslie was shocked for a moment.

She looked at her mother in confusion. "Why did you invite them here to our house?"

Celine's eyes were full of pride. "For them to have a good look at you, of course! You've managed land a job in

the President's Office!"

The Fernandez family didn't have

much money and was always

looked down upon by relatives. But now that Preslie was working somewhere prestigious, everything would be

different. Celine wanted to grab the opportunity to change their life.

To work in the President's Office was not something anybody could do!

The Fernandez family had so many relatives, but none of them could work in the President's Office except for

Preslie!

This was an honor to their ancestors!

Hearing what Celine said, Preslie was pained.

She knew that her mother wanted to show her off to their relatives.

However, Preslie didn't want that.

Preslie was not a person who liked to show off.

After working at the President's Office, she only wanted to let her parents know that she wasn't lying to them.

Not to mention she was also trying to discard the grudge she had towards her parents. When her parents

realized she wasn't lying, there was no need for Preslie, in her opinion, to say more about anything.

After all, everyone lived their own life for themselves and not for others.

Preslie refused. "Mom, that won't be necessary. | don't want to tell them."

Celine thought that Preslie would agree, but she didn't expect Preslie to oppose.

She wanted to chide Preslie, but she remembered that Preslie was now different. She swallowed her words down.

Celine then chuckled, "Fine, then. Well talk more

about this tomorrow. Have a good night's rest."

Celine returned to her bedroom.

Calter was sitting on the bed.

He said, "Did you cook sfood for Preslie?"

Celine nodded.

She gave her hands to Calter and said, "Helpmassage them. | am exhausted. | had to chop so many

ingredients. It's so tiring." Calter rubbed Celine's hands and muttered, "She's fat but still eats so much. Doesn't

she know the kind of figure she has?" Celine glanced at Calter. "Didn't you say that she had a body to die for?"

Calter said disdainfully, "I said that for her ears. Does she really think her figure is all that? Compared to Amelia,

hers is nothing. Amelia's the one who has a body to die for. She's 5'5 and only a little over 100 pounds, that's

completely different from Preslie. But Amelia isn't as lucky as Preslie. Who knows what sort of luck Preslie has to

be able to work in

a president's office. It would be great if Amelia could work there too."