My Heart only Beats for You

The corners of Tremaine's mouth inched upwards.

A naughty smile bloomed on his lips.

He went onto the bed and hugged Yesseca. "Have you already gotten used to the feeling of being by my side?

Will you feel uncomfortable and not be able to sleep when I'm gone?" Yessecaw was confused.

She muttered, "No."

"You're lying!" Tremaine retorted.

"lI am not!" Yesseca was adamant.

"You are!"

"Did not!"

Tremaine said nothing. In a swift move, he pressed Yesseca onto the bed with his own body.

Yesseca was struck mute for a moment.

She immediately raised her hands in surrender. "I did, | did!"

Tremaine got off her.

A glimmer of light flashed across his eyes.

Sure enough, that was the most effective method.

It was much more effective than the other methods Matthew had taught him.

Doing it this way was the simplest. He only needed to use his body strength and not his words.

Yesseca couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed being forced to admit what she did, so she immediately

changed the subject. "Who called you just now? Who's ringing you up so early?" Tremaine pursed his lips.

"Sheldon."

Yesseca's heart skipped a beat.

Was there something wrong? Why was Sheldon calling so early?

She asked in a trembling voice, "Is there something wrong?"

"Yes."

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Yesseca's heart pounded harder. Her mouth was dry as she asked, "What is it? Is there someone who's against

our relationship?"

Before Yesseca could finish her words, Tremaine interrupted her, "Sheldon said he was lonely and couldn't fall

asleep on this long, empty night."

Yesseca went speechless

She widened her eyes.

Was Tremaine serious?

She looked at Tremaine while Tremaine stared back at her, a meaningful look on his face.

Yesseca understood.

Tremaine was deliberately lying to her!

Her tension turned into anger.

Yesseca really wanted to kick him out of bed.

However, she didn't dare.

She was afraid that if she did, he would torment her once again.

Yesseca could only suppress her anger.

She spat out two words, "Liar."

Tremaine hugged Yesseca tightly and smiled. "So, Yesseca, you're one lucky girl. You don't need to spend your

nights alone as you haveby your side. | can fill up the emptiness." Yesseca said nothing.

She was about to throw up.

Why the hell was he so shameless?

She almost cursed.

Yesseca swore, in all her life she had never met a person more shameless than Tremaine.

Yesseca couldn't help but ask, "Tremaine, are you really the president of a country?"

"Of course!" Tremaine said with certainty.

"But why do | think you don't look like a president at all?" Yesseca said, "I think you're more of a brute."

Tremaine went silent for a moment.

He grounded his teeth and said, "A brute, you say?"

Yesseca realized she had said something wrong.

She let out a dry laugh. "I, | was just kidding."

Unfortunately, it was too late.

The next second, Tremaine leaned forward. "Yesseca, since you think I'm a brute, I'll show you what a real brute

is like."

"Ah, Tremaine, no, go away!"

"You're a brute! A barbarian!"

"Don't! Stop it!"

"Ahhh..."

Maybe it was because she slept in the middle of the night, but Preslie woke up very late the next day.

She woke up at 11 in the morning.

She was still sleepy. If she hadn't heard the noises by the door, she probably would have continued sleeping.

Muted murmurs resonated through her door.

Why was it so noisy outside the bedroom?

Preslie heard a lot of voices. It seemed like there were many people in her home.

She then got out of bed and opened the door.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw a crowd of people.

Before Preslie could take in what was happening, someone cover.

It was Celine.

She smiled and said, "Preslie, you're finally awake. All your relatives are here, and your cousins too."

Preslie looked around and saw that almost all of her relatives were at her house.

Preslie suddenly felt a headache.

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She'd clearly told her mom last night not to invite any relatives over.

She didn't expect Celine to carry on with her plan.

Preslie just wanted to leave.

She said, "Mom, you can talk to our relatives. | slept late last night, so | want to continue to sleeping. You guys

can mingle first."

Celine had waited a long tfor Preslie to wake up, how could she let Preslie go back to sleep?

She immediately grabbed Preslie's hand and raised it up. In a loud voice, she declared, "Dear relatives, | have

something important to announce today. Preslie is now working in the President's office of Nashaland." The whole

room went silent with that announcement. Everyone's gaze landed on Celine.

Celine enjoyed their attention on her.

Preslie, on the other hand, only wanted to bury herself into the ground.

Celine continued proudly, "The Fernandez family has managed to raise such a competent and capable daughter.

If I'm not wrong, Preslie must be the first person among us to work in a President's office. Her actions have

brought honor to the réputation of the Fernandez family."

The moment Celine finished speaking, a sound of laughter was heard.

And soon the whole room erupted into wheezes.

Celine was shocked.

The laughter she was hearing seemed to be insulting.

Why was there a hint of mockery in their laughter?

Celine was unhappy.

She pulled a long face. "What are you laughing at?"

"Looks like you're dreaming," Preslie's aunt said. "When Preslie said she was working at the

President's office previously, you scolded her for being a shame, but now you believe her words? Have you been

brainwashed by your rown daughter, Celine? It's impossible for Preslie to work in such a place. She's just a

salesgirl. If she can work in the President's office, then I'm the first lady!"

"Exactly. Celine, what's wrong with you? Why are you blabbering and sputtering like what Preslie did. Do you

know what sort of place Nashaland is? It is impossible for Prestie to be working there. If you so much as stood at

their border, you would be shot to death."

"Are you kidding me? How can a high school graduate get a job in the President's office? You must be mistaken,

Celine. You probably mistook Preslie for being a graduate from Harcady University!"