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.