My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey) novel Chapter 1582

The owner of the barbecue stall continued happily, "That rich man offered me a job at this hotel. The money I earn working a day here is as much as I earn in a month at my stall! I'm not the only one here either, the guy who sells meatballs next to my stall is here too. The ingredients are all provided by the hotel while we provide the skills..."

Yesseca listened intently.

No wonder the food tasted so authentic. She had figured out who their mysterious benefactor was. Tremaine had invited them to work here.

The barbeque stall owner said he earned a month's worth of wages from his stall in a single day here! Just how much was Tremaine paying him?

"Well, I still have work to do. I've got to go." The owner of the barbecue stall realized that he had overstayed and needed to leave.

Yesseca nodded. "Take care."

The man took a few steps forward, then suddenly ran back to Yesseca. He lowered his voice and said, "Miss, do you know of any man with this kind of money? He sure is generous."

Yesseca was silent.

She forced out another smile and said, "Well, I haven't a clue."

She didn't mean to lie to him, but she knew that Tremaine definitely didn't want anyone to find out. She might upset him if she mentioned Tremaine's name.

The owner of the barbecue stall walked away with a sad face.

Yesseca went back and took Montez to wash his hands.

When they arrived at the washroom, she first applied some soap on Montez's hand and then lathered them up. While she washed his hands, Yesseca asked, "Montez, did you like the food tonight?"

"Of course." Montez replied happily, "Not only was it delicious, I've no fear of getting a stomachache too."

Yesseca's looked at him with a gentle softness in her eyes.

She understood why Tremaine had spent so much money to invite those stall owners here, it was for Montez.

He knew that Montez loved to eat these dishes, but he was concerned about the cleanliness of the food. So he employed the store owners to cook them here for Montez, so that he wouldn't get a stomachache.

Tremaine was really a good father.

"Yesseca, I don't think it matters whether I think the food tastes good or not." Montez added, "The important thing is whether you think it does."

"I think the food is delicious," Yesseca replied with a smile.

"That's good." Montez chuckled.

At eight o'clock, Tremaine and Montez sent Yesseca home.

Yesseca had the morning shift tomorrow, so she couldn't stay up too late.

While she was in the car, Montez had fallen asleep.

Afraid that Montez might catch a cold, she wrapped him in a blanket and held him in her arms.

Tremaine, who was driving the car, looked over at Yesseca and Montez behind him.

He saw Yesseca holding the sleeping Montez. She was caressing his head with a gentle smile on her face.

Tremaine smiled faintly, happy to see them like that.

Yesseca adored Montez.

She was very sincere towards him.

Tremaine recalled that Madam Quartley had told him that Montez needed a mother.

That was true.

Montez really did need a mother.

As for who that would be...

He knew, deep in his heart, the answer.

"Mr. Quartley." Tremaine heard Yesseca's voice as he was deep in thought.

It sounded soft and sweet.

"Yes?."

"You're a really good father." Yesseca said sincerely.

Tremaine's eyes trembled.

Yesseca had never said that to him before.

She had always called him an irresponsible father.

Of course, it wasn't just Yesseca. Many people found his style of parenting much too harsh and unreasonable for Montez.