My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey)

The psychologist was in a lot of pain. He wanted to say something but didn't dare to. Tremaine glanced at the psychologist with his deep, dark eyes, slightly taken aback.

He had always been in control of himself, but he didn't know why he'd acted so impulsively just now.

He never imagined he would do that.

When he gathered himself and regained control of himself. He looked at Yesseca and realized that nothing had happened between her and the psychologist.

Tremaine said reservedly, "I'll get someone to take you to the hospital."

The psychological expert didn't say anything, but Yesseca found this incredibly unjust.

She looked at Tremaine resentfully and said, "You break his wrist and won't even apologize?"

Tremaine saw the anger in Yesseca's eyes.

He then replied coldly, "Then he can take himself to the hospital."

Yesseca was speechless.

The psychologist was pretty sharp. He could tell that Tremaine wasn't someone to be trifled with.

He laughed weakly and said, "It's not a big deal. I'll head to the hospital by myself. I'll go..."

After saying that, he quickly slipped away.

Yesseca was worried. "Doctor, don't go..."

She hurried after him but then someone grabbed her wrist.

Tremaine looked at her coldly and said, "What? You want to keep him at your place?"

Yesseca stared at him in silence.

She looked at him in disbelief, "Mr. Quartley, don't you think you've gone too far?"

"I don't think so."

"You don't think so?"

"No."

Yesseca had nothing to say to that.

She took a deep breath and said, "Well, the psychologist came to see me and you broke his hand. Don't you think you should apologize?" Tremaine glanced at Yesseca. "Real apologies don't come from words."

Yesseca didn't understand what he meant.

Tremaine turned things around by saying, "You were alone together in this room. Yesseca, don't you think you owe me an explanation?" Yesseca felt that this whole situation was wrong.

But she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Yesseca had to put aside the idea that it was "her fault" for now and said, "My doctor recommended me to a psychologist. He was going to drive me over to his office, but I wasn't in the mood to do that, so I asked him if we could have the session here."Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Tremaine looked indifferent. "What is so important that you'd let a man into your home for a therapy session?"

Yesseca looked at her feet, her thick and long eyelashes concealed her emotions.

Even though she could hide her emotions, she couldn't hide her sadness in her voice. "I saw my brother last night."

Tremaine held his breath.

Yesseca pointed at the window with a trembling finger. "Last night, I saw my brother by the window. His face was there. I called my sister over. My sister and brother-in-law searched the entire area but couldn't find him. They said that I must have had a nightmare and brought in a psychologist to diagnose me."

"And what do you think?" Tremaine asked while staring at her.

Yesseca was quiet for a moment. After a short while, the corners of her lips curled up into a selfmocking smile. "I just had a nightmare."

She bit her lip. "I know that my brother is dead. This is a fact. Maybe I just miss him so much that I've started hallucinating."

Tremaine didn't say anything. He just stood there, posing a stoic figure.

He then walked towards the window.

He opened the window.

"So you saw your brother's face outside this window?" He asked.

Yesseca nodded.

"This is the second floor."

Yesseca lowered her voice and said, "I know. That's why I said I was having a nightmare. How could someone run up to the second floor and stick their face at my window? That'd be impossible."

Tremaine stared at the window.

He placed his finger at the back of the window and narrowed his eyes.

His fingers had touched something slippery.

"What are you doing?" Yesseca saw Tremaine moving around strangely.

Tremaine moved his finger away and said, "Nothing."

Yesseca replied with a simple "Oh".

Tremaine walked over to Yesseca and asked, "Are you all better now?"

Yesseca shook her head and said, "No. The psychologist helped me out a lot, but..."

She suddenly stopped talking.

She looked at Tremaine with her eyes widened. "But you, you broke his wrist!"

She didn't ask him for an explanation. She was mad at him that she didn't want to talk to him again.

Tremaine looked at Yesseca as though he was looking at an idiot. "Your pretty slow on the take up."

Yesseca was quiet.

Tremaine spoke softly, "I'll get someone to send him some money as compensation."

Yesseca suddenly understood.

No wonder he said that real apologies don't come from words.

But the psychologist was already gone. How was Tremaine going to send him any money?

She said, slightly angry and amused, "Mr. Quartley, do you even know who he is? How are you even going to find him to give him the money? Tell me."

"Rogun Lawson, his practice is just further down along the main road, "Tremaine answered easily.

Yesseca was surprised.

She didn't know how Tremaine knew, but when she was talking to the psychologist, he did say his name was Rogun.

How did Tremaine know that?

They didn't seem to know each other at all from the way they talked to each other.

Looking at Yesseca's puzzled expression, Tremaine said disdainfully, "Not everyone is as stupid as you."

Yesseca was speechless.

"Who are you calling stupid?!"

"Don't you already know the answer to that question?"

Yesseca was rendered speechless again from his sharp tongue.

He was so mean. He could drive anyone crazy with his remarks. She chose to be the bigger person and ignored his question.

Yesseca took a deep breath and said, "Okay, I am not going to argue with you. Tell me, how did you know that his name was Rogun?"

Yesseca was stunned. After a while, she said, "And how did you know that Rogun is their most well known psychologist?"

"He's well-known all over the world. I

heard of him when I came back to

Agaphen City not too long ago But..." Tremaine then asked quizzically, "How were you able to

get an appointment with him?"

An often sought after expert such as him wasn't someone that an unknown like Yesseca could just call personally for an appointment.