My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey) novel Chapter 1851

Tremaine laughed.

It was pleasing to the ears and vaguely sensual.

He inched closer and closer until Yesseca was pressed up against the wall. There was nowhere else for her to run.

"That's not what I think, though." He looked at her, his gaze looking a little dangerous.

Yesseca felt like Tremaine looked like he was a beast that could swallow her whole at any moment.

She couldn't help trembling. "What- what are you going to do, then?"

He pointed at her.

She didn't understand what he meant and looked at him in confusion.

Tremaine smiled at her faintly.

Suddenly, it dawned on Yesseca.

She understood what Tremaine meant.

She'd asked him what he was going to do.

And he had pointed at her...

My God!

He was such a rogue.

Yesseca turned beet red.

Tremaine's Adam's apple bobbed at the sight of this.

He had already held himself back for long enough. He was starving to the point of madness, and Yesseca was like a delicious meal.

He reached out a hand and grabbed Yesseca, pulling her towards him. She fell right into his embrace.

Her soft body came into contact with his toned physique.

It was as if there were literal sparks between them.

Tremaine couldn't help lowering his head and pressing his lips to Yesseca's.

She wanted to dodge, but it was too late. As he kissed her deeply and passionately, all she could do was moan helplessly. At the same time, his hands started to sneak under her clothes.

His hands were extremely warm, and they lit Yesseca on fire.

Suddenly, a loud knocking came from the door.

Tremaine did not want to respond.

He wanted to ignore the knocking, but it was getting louder and more fervent. He looked absolutely furious.

"Wait for me in bed." After saying this, he left the bedroom.

Madam Quartley stood at the door of the bedroom.

Tremaine had a headache.

"Grandma, it's time for bed," he said.

"Tremaine, someone wants to see you."

"I don't want to see anyone."

"You have to. Mr. Welmert's here at such a late hour, so you have to see him," Madam Quartley said.

Tremaine fell silent.

He frowned suspiciously. What was Hogan doing here in the middle of the night?

Hogan sat on the sofa and waited for Tremaine.

Moments later, Tremaine walked over.

Hogan stood up. "Mr. Tremaine."

Tremaine's lips twitched. "Mr. Welmert, what are you doing here at such an ungodly hour? Don't tell me you're here for a late-night discussion about life."

Hogan cleared his throat.