My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey) novel Chapter 1791

Preslie was used to Amelia's sarcasm, so she did not react much. What she wanted right now was for her sister to step aside so she could find Selina.

"Get out of the way." Amelia grinned. "Why should I? Where can you go now? It's not like you have another grand wedding to attend."

Preslie looked at her and sniffed. "I'm going to find Yesseca's sister to see if she has found Yesseca."

Although Amelia did not know who Yesseca was, she guessed that she must be the bride.

Amelia curled her lips. "Knock it off. She must have died in the explosion. Why bother asking? She's dead, you hear me?"

When Preslie heard Amelia's words, her mind went blank.

She got emotional as she yelled, "Amelia, you're not allowed to say such nonsense!"

Amelia was stunned.

She had always bullied Preslie, and the girl had always accepted it. How could Preslie be speaking to her like this now!

A stream of anger suddenly rose.

Infuriated, Amelia remarked sharply, "How was I wrong? She died from the explosion! Do you want to know why? It's because she was sorry to become friends with you. You're just an ugly duckling, you should understand your place in the world. You shouldn't have been to such a grand wedding, nor have become friends and a bridesmaid to a wealthy woman. That's why God destroyed the wedding and her life. This is your destiny, Preslie. Do you understand? You are fated to be an ugly duckling forever!"

Preslie's face turned red, and her chest heaved violently from the agitation. Amelia's words sent rage to all parts of her body, and she felt like exploding.

The next second, she suddenly did something.

It was something that neither she nor Amelia had expected.

She raised his hand.

Slap!

She had slapped Amelia on the face.

It was clear and loud.

And it was the first time that she'd hit someone in her life.

After the hit, both Amelia and Preslie were stunned.

Amelia covered her red face and stared at Preslie motionlessly.

She couldn't believe that her naive and nice sister had dared to hit her.

However, when she reacted, Preslie was already gone.

Yesseca's body was no longer cold.

Her body temperature returned to normal.

Her head was also starting to clear up.

But she would rather stay unconscious.

Because when she saw the blood on the bedsheet, she knew something must have happened.

She sat still on the bed like a sculpture.

And she remained like that until something sounded beside her.

Tremaine had woken up as well.

He had had a beautiful dream.

In his dream, both of them were lying on the bed, unclothed. They had been hugging each other tightly, becoming one in the end.

He thought it was just a dream.

But when he woke up, he realized that it was not a dream.

The bloodstains on the bed and how she was acting made him realize he had done something with her.

To him, it was nothing.

After all, he wanted her.

Sooner or later, he would make her his.

However, what he regretted was to have her first time in such a situation.

"Yesseca," Tremaine called out.

His voice was a little hoarse.

Hearing his voice, Yesseca's eyes moved.

After a while, she slowly turned her head to him, and her eyes fell on his face.

He stared right at her and said, "Yesseca, you're mine now. You..." Probably because of his injury, he could not speak as smoothly as normal. He paused for a moment before saying, "You're not allowed to marry anyone else in the future. You can only be my woman."