My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey) novel Chapter 1849

Preslie fell silent.

She widened her eyes in surprise. "What? Weren't they talking about a servant?"

Sheldon felt helpless. "Miss Cowell worked as a servant in Mr. Tremaine's house. Didn't you know about that?"

Preslie was shocked.

She searched her brain. She seemed to recall Yesseca mentioning something like that. Or had she?

Regardless, it had to be true since Sheldon said so!

Preslie was dumbfounded.

Her lips trembled. "I don't remember whether Yesseca told me, Mr. Hawls, I really don't. I wouldn't have told her all of this if I'd known. I didn't mean to, I really didn't know..."

Sheldon sighed to himself.

He didn't know what to say, so he just looked at her.

After some time, Preslie said, "Mr. Hawls, I think you should take me to the hospital."

"What for?"

Preslie pointed at her head, her voice quavering. "To cut my head open and see what's in there."

Sheldon was lost for words.

Yesseca felt someone's lips on her.

She was asleep, and she didn't want to open her eyes. All she knew was that the lips were soft.

In her grogginess, she wondered whether Preslie was dreaming that she was food.

She opened her mouth. "Preslie, stop it. I'm not food."

Those lips pressed against her more insistently at her words. In fact, they seemed to be nibbling at her mouth.

Yesseca felt like she was going to faint.

"I'm not food. You're dreaming, Preslie!"

With that, Yesseca opened her eyes.

A handsome face was zoomed in in front of her.

It wasn't Preslie, but Tremaine.

Yesseca was so frightened that she screamed.

She didn't expect it to be Tremaine!

What was going on?

Wasn't she at Preslie's home and sleeping next to her? Why had it turned into Tremaine?

At the front door, Sheldon and Preslie both heard Yesseca's scream.

They pretended not to hear a thing.

At that moment, Tremaine's voice rang out. "Yesseca, you're a stupid woman! How can someone so stupid exist?"

Sheldon's lips twitched.

If his memory didn't fail him, just moments ago, Tremaine had told him that Yesseca was the most perfect woman in the world. Yet...

In the bedroom, Yesseca was so mad that her head throbbed.

Tremaine was crossing the line!

She'd already left Quartley Palace, yet he'd come all the way to Preslie's house to scold her. How could he be so mean?

Yesseca retorted angrily, "Yes, I'm stupid. You're the smartest person ever, happy? My stupidity doesn't have anything to do with you, by the way. Do you think you can just go around scolding others because you're the president? I'm not even a citizen of Nashaland. What gives you the right to scold me?"

Tremaine's eyes darkened. "Not a citizen of

Nashaland? We're getting married soon, so you'll be a citizen in no time!"

Yesseca glared at Tremaine. "Stop with your nonsense."

Tremaine suddenly leaned in close to her and pressed his lips to her ear. "Silly, the servant that everyone in the Presidential Palace is talking about is you."