My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey) novel Chapter 1588

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."

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.