My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey) novel Chapter 1962

Other couples definitely weren't like this.

Yesseca thought of Selina and Matthew.

Her sister and brother-in-law were always kind, gentle and always praised each other.

She was envious of the both of them.

But as she thought about it, it seemed that things between her and Tremaine weren't that bad.

Because if Tremaine were to suddenly look at her gently and speak such sweet things to her all the time, not only would she not get used to it, she would probably get goosebumps all over her body.

At Montez's bedroom.

Yesseca gently knocked on the door.

A moment later, Montez said, "Come in."

Yesseca pushed the door open and walked in.

Montez was sitting at his desk with a fairy tale book in his hand.

After seeing that it was Yesseca, Montez looked surprised for a moment then looked back down at his story book.

He was clearly trying to appear calm.

Because she noticed that even though Montez looked like he was reading his book, she could see him peeking at her from the corner of his eyes.

Yesseca smiled at him.

Montez was just as cute as ever, even after all this time.

Yesseca walked over to him, "Montez, are you reading?"

"Yes." He replied stiffly.

Yesseca looked at him and noticed how awkward he seemed.

He looked like he had a lot of things to say to her but was holding it back.

Yesseca smiled and caressed his head. "Seems like you've learned a lot from your time in the United States."

Montez didn't say anything.

Yesseca added, "You're quite a handsome boy, but I heard that children in the United States have blond hair and blue eyes and are very handsome too."

Montez finally snapped and then said loudly, "They may have blond hair and blue eyes and can be quite good looking, but they're not as handsome as me. When I was in their kindergarten, I was named the most handsome kid in the whole kindergarten!"

Yesseca's smile widened.

Of course Montez was handsome, she knew this well.

Even the most handsome boys from Europe or from the United States weren't as good looking as Montez.

She had said that on purpose to provoke him.

Sure enough, Montez fell for it.

Yesseca looked at him and said seriously, "I've always known you were a very handsome boy. I still remember the first time I met you, I said to myself, oh my, I've never imagined a young boy could be so handsome."

"Really?" Montez asked, "Am I as handsome as my daddy?"

Yesseca nodded firmly.

She said, "Absolutely. You're more handsome than your daddy is. Your daddy isn't even half as good looking as you are!"

Montez then fiddled with his fingers as he looked up at Yesseca seriously, "Since that's the case, why are you with my daddy instead of me?" "Because I'm an adult, Montez, you're still a child.

Children and adults can't be together like that." Yesseca explained this patiently to Montez, "Besides, me being with your daddy is the same as me being with you. You both live together after all."

Montez rolled his eyes at her.

She wasn't wrong, but she wasn't right either.

While Montez was still thinking about what Yesseca had just said, she added, "Montez, will you tell me how things have been for you while you were in America these past few months?"

Montez suddenly started speaking arrogantly.

He said with his childish arrogance, "In the past few months that I've been in the United States, I've been constantly showered with praises by the girls in the kindergarten as well as the teachers, every single day. It was so boring."