My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey)



Yesseca said honestly, "Didn't I tell you that I have a sister and brother-in-law who are quite well off? They hired him." Tremaine squinted.

Her older sister and brother-in-law. Yesseca did mention them before, but he didn't pay much attention to them...

Tremaine gathered his thoughts.

He carefully observed Yesseca.

Although there was still a faint sign of sadness in her eyes, he could tell that this was far from over.

"You should get some rest." Tremaine said.

Yesseca knew that Tremaine was going to leave.

She nodded. "Okay."

As soon as Tremaine turned around to leave, Yesseca slapped her forehead.

Tremaine turned around when he heard her slap herself.

"It seems that I can't leave. You're going to hurt yourself when I do."

Yesseca was quiet.

She looked at Tremaine speechless, "No, no, I just remembered that I have to go to work today. I didn't request for leave..."

Realizing that Yesseca was still working, Tremaine felt more at ease.

Since she wanted to go to work, she must be feeling a lot better.

"I'll take you there," Tremaine said.

Now that she was much closer to Tremaine, Yesseca didn't have to be so formal. She nodded and said, "Thank you."

The car sped towards the shopping mall.

"Thank you for dropping me off." Yesseca opened the door and was about to leave when she suddenly stopped. "Oh right, you have to apologize to that psychologist. You can't just do that to him."

Tremaine's face darkened. His deep stare seemed to have pierced into her heart. "You've brought this up several times now. Yesseca, do you like him?"

Yesseca was quiet.

She said helplessly, "How is that possible? He's bald. I don't like bald people."

She didn't seem to be flustered. She only wanted to dissuade Tremaine's suspicions.

Tremaine narrowed his eyes. "Is that true."

"Of course it is."

He smiled briefly. "Take care of yourself."

As Yesseca walked into the mall and walked out of sight, Tremaine looked at his rear-view mirror.

Yes, his hair was thick and healthy.

Just now, when she'd mentioned the psychologist, Yesseca was worried about what he must have thought of everything that happened. She couldn't afford to have another big problem. She had to ask Matthew for his address, so she could personally apologize to him.

After all, if it wasn't for her, the psychologist wouldn't have suffered such an unexpected injury.

Hold on!

Suddenly, it felt like a bolt of lightning had struck her brain.

She remembered something!

She had felt like something was wrong earlier at her home, but she couldn't figure out what it was at that time. But now, she remembered. "Tremaine accused me of being alone with a man in my own home and said I owed him an explanation!"

Why did she have to explain anything to him?

That wasn't right!

Not to mention that there wasn't anything going between her and the psychologist. Even if there was something, she had no obligation to explain it to him. He had no right to question her.

Yesseca just couldn't figure it out.

An hour later, a luxury car arrived at Yesseca's house.

The car door swung open and Tremaine stepped out along with another man.

The man was about 40 years old. He had a pair of glasses on and was very old-fashioned.

Tremaine looked up and said, "That's the window. Go and take a look."

The man looked a little apprehensive. "Sir, that's on the second floor. It... it wouldn't be easy to get up there. Do you have the key? Can't you open the door into the apartment?"

Tremaine hadn't asked Yesseca for the keys to her apartment.

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Tremaine got someone to open the door. Before doing so, he specifically told them not to cause any damage or to leave any signs of them entering. After the door swung open, Tremaine walked in with the man.

The man opened the window and carefully inspected it. He then collected some of the grease from the window.

"Sir, I need to head back and examine this."

Tremaine nodded.

He then asked, "Do you think it's possible for someone to climb up here and stick their face on the window in the middle of the night?"

The man immediately shot down the idea. "Sir, that would be impossible. Even if the space was smooth enough to climb on, the person had to have used his or her hands. But there are no fingerprints anywhere."

Tremaine's eyes looked at the scene suspiciously.

When Yesseca arrived at work, everyone was shocked to see her.

Except for Cassie, everyone else had thought that Yesseca wouldn't be coming in.

After clocking into work, the first

thing Yesseca did was apologize to

her supervisor. She was

reprimanded for not calling ahead and telling them that she needed leave, and that if she was going to

come in this late, she should not have come in at all.

Yesseca was well-behaved and always owned up to her mistakes. After a few words from the supervisor, she let Yesseca get back to her job.

After Yesseca walked out of the office, Cassie came up to her.

Sierra seemed indignant. "Yesseca, it's good that you're here. You have no idea what Enaryln has been saying behind your back..."

She told Yesseca everything.

However, Yesseca didn't get upset.

Instead, she comforted her. "Cassie, don't be angry. Let them talk. It's not like I can sew their mouths shut with a thread and needle anyway." "You're way too nice." Cassie sighed. "Young women nowadays aren't as good-tempered like you anymore."

Yesseca smiled.

She really had a good temper.

That year, her mother had jumped off a building and died. She and Lothar had had to live a very hard life. She was fine, but Lothar, her older brother, had endured a lot of eye rolls and ridicule in order to support their family.

There was even a pretty well off relative of theirs who'd said something unpleasant about him simply because Lothar borrowed some money from

him.

Back then, Yeşseca was so upset

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that she wanted to argue with that relative. But Lothar pulled her aside and said Yesseca, we have to borrow their money to continue living, so you need to pretend you didn't hear them say anything.

We have to endure this. In order to survive, we have to endure."

The word "endure" was deeply embedded into her mind.

This was why, Yesseca's temper was so much better than a regular person's.

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A person only had so many decades of life to live. What was there to fuss about? In the end, her life was simply a series of unfortunate events. But Yesseca remained optimistic. So long as things didn't get too serious, she could ignore it.

Time flew by.

Soon it was four o'clock in the afternoon.

Tremaine was busy with work when he suddenly received a phone call.

Reading the name of the caller on his phone screen, Tremaine's eyes darkened.

He picked up the phone.

The voice of an older man spoke over the phone. "Sir, the test results are out."

"What is it?" Tremaine asked immediately.

"This..." There seemed to be some hesitation in the man's voice.

"Well? What is it?" Tremaine asked coldly.