My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey) novel Chapter 2093

"Don't ask." Yesseca said, "I hope that this is the end of the matter. Don't ask me anything about Tremaine."

Next, no matter how Preslie asked, Yesseca was not willing to say a single word. In the end, when Preslie pressed further, Yesseca asked her to leave.

There was no other thing she could do but leave.

Preslie replied, "Okay, okay, I'll stop asking. But Yesseca, don't you think there's something wrong with you now?"

Yesseca had an adverse reaction to this.

She became agitated. "Preslie, what is wrong with me? I'm well, very well! After leaving Nashaland, it's good that I came back! I chat with my colleagues, I watch TV, my life is good!"

Preslie saw Yesseca's agitation and knew that she had hit a nerve.

She lowered her voice and said, "Yesseca, it was my mistake. Maybe you are really doing well. But I'm thinking, are you too busy at work? Why is your home so messy?"

Yesseca was startled.

She looked over and noticed that her home was really messy.

Yesseca's eyes widened.

How could this be!

This was her and her brother's home. How could it have become so messy?

When she first came back from Nashaland, everything had been neat and tidy. Now, it was not.

Yesseca suddenly became anxious.

What would her brother think if he came back to have a look and saw this?

He would be sad!

He would blame her!

Yesseca suddenly rushed to the sofa. She put away all the messy blankets and books on the sofa and muttered, "How could it be so messy? How could it be so messy?"

After tidying up the couch, Yesseca rushed to the kitchen.

She wanted to take a rag to wipe the sofa.

Because the sofa was not only messy, but also very dirty.

But when she arrived at the kitchen, she found that it was just as bad!

Yesseca once again began to frantically clean up the kitchen.

Preslie saw this and hurriedly helped Yesseca clean up.

When she was cleaning up, Yesseca didn't know what was going on. Her hands were trembling. Because of this, she accidentally knocked over a bottle of oil on the stove.

Oil spilled everywhere.

Perhaps the cover was not fastened tightly, the oil fell onto the floor.

Preslie immediately put the bottle of oil upright and covered the bottle cap firmly.

But yet the oil was everywhere, on the stove and on the floor. It would be troublesome to clean it up.

Just as Preslie was thinking about how to do it, she suddenly realized that something was wrong with Yesseca.

Why did she say that earlier?

If she hadn't said that the house was so messy, Yesseca would not be like this!

Preslie did not dare to say anything. All she could do was help to clean the kitchen, and let Yesseca revert back to normal.

Whenever she was done cleaning one part, the part that Yesseca was cleaning was still oily. Preslie squatted down and said, "Yesseca, don't clean it anymore, I'll do it, okay?"

"I'll do it, I'll do it," said Yesseca, rubbing the floor with the rag and dispersing the oil even more.

Preslie pointed somewhere else and said, "Yesseca, let me do it. See, I've cleaned the other parts. If I do it, it'll be clean."

"I said no!" Yesseca's voice became sharp. "This is my home. I'll clean it. I don't want you to clean it!"

Preslie was startled by Yesseca's sharp tone.

When she came back to her senses, she immediately said, "Okay, then. I won't clean up. Yesseca, you can clean it up yourself."

In the blink of an eye, twenty minutes had passed.

Yesseca was still cleaning.

Preslie knew that Yesseca's way of cleaning would take forever. She did not say anything though, she just stood aside.

Ten minutes later, seeing that the ground was still covered in oil, Yesseca suddenly stopped.

She said anxiously, "What am I doing? Why is it still dirty even though I have wiped it for so long? What's going on?"

Preslie immediately said, "Yesseca, this won't be clean if you do it your way. Let me do it."