My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey) novel Chapter 1768

Preslie arrived home.

Before she got out of the car, she thanked the driver profusely. "Thank you so much for taking the trouble to send me home, it's so far away."

This was the first time the driver had ever met such a polite person. He smiled brightly and said, "No need to thank me, miss. This was Mr. Perry's order. I'm just doing my job, that's all."

Preslie waved goodbye to the driver.

A woman came down. She was Preslie's sister, Amelia Fernandez.

The first thing Amelia noticed was the car.

It was a Black Bentley.

Her eyes suddenly lit up.

A Bentley was a very expensive car.

She then looked around and saw Preslie waving at the car as it drove away.

She saw Preslie waving longingly at the car as it drove away.

Amelia's eyeballs nearly popped out of her head.

Preslie knew someone who drove a Bentley!

What the f*ck?

This fat, ugly girl knew someone who drove a Bentley?

Preslie was about the head upstairs when she saw Amelia.

She was taken aback.

Amelia looked at her contemptuously. "Who were you talking to? I didn't know you knew someone who drives a Bentley."

"He sent me home. I was just saying thank you to him," Preslie replied.

Amelia condescendingly looked at Preslie from top to toe.

She leaned in close. "I'm surprised, really. With your figure, I didn't think that even a guy riding a bike would send you home. How did you hook up with him? Don't tell me he's into fat women."

Preslie understood what Amelia was saying.

Her face turned red out of anger.

She glared at Amelia. "I'm not as dirty as you think!"

After saying that, she ran upstairs.

Amelia pouted and followed her.

She then broadcasted the things she'd seen to her parents.

Preslie's parents didn't believe a word of it.

"Someone who owns a Bentley drove Preslie home? Impossible."

"No man would ever love her. It worries me to death that she might never find a husband."

"If only she was as beautiful as Amelia, then we'd have nothing to worry about."

Preslie heard everything they said from inside her bedroom.

She couldn't help bursting out of her bedroom.

She shouted at the three of them in the living room, "Haven't you said enough? Do you even know what day today is?"

The three of them looked at each other.

Amelia was the first to respond.

Her face looked disdainful. "What's wrong with telling the truth? Nobody will want you when you're so fat. Mom and Dad are probably going to be stuck with you for the rest of their lives. Aren't they allowed to complain about it a little?"

Their mother chimed in. "Really, you're ugly and disobedient. How did I give birth to a daughter like you?"

Preslie clenched her fists.

She didn't say anything else and went back into her bedroom.

Slam!

She slammed her bedroom door shut.

Tears fell from her eyes.

It was her birthday.