My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey) novel Chapter 596

Yvonne nodded halfheartedly.

Indeed, she knew about Sheirly. Rosalin had already told her about it last time.

However, she did not feel as astounded at that time.

She glanced at the screen again.

Sheirly's character, Christine, was crying as she knelt beside Raoul. She was literally bawling her eyes out, and the way she cried even made Yvonne pity her.

She had to admit that she had never seen a woman who looked so beautiful and convincing the same time, even when crying.

Sheirly's acting had truly moved Yvonne, and it tugged at her heartstrings.

"She doesn't look like Jenkins' type, though," Yvonne said, trying to keep her tone casual.

She had heard about the women who were rumored to be in a relationship with Jenkins. They were all the sexy, bombshell type.

Sheirly was definitely not a bombshell. She was an angel.

Penney whispered in Yvonne's ear, "She is truly one of a kind in the industry. She's the biggest softie I've ever seen."

Yvonne raised an eyebrow.

Noticing the doubtful look on Yvonne's face, Penney quickly explained, "No, it's not a derogatory term. She is literally a softie. I've met her once. She was as innocent as high school girl. Jenkins took a fancy to her when they first met about six months after her debut. After that, he didn't let her stay in the entertainment industry any longer. Shortly after, rumors of her being admitted into a psychiatric hospital started spreading."

Yvonne's face paled a little.

"Yvonne, don't think too much about it. You won't end up like her. She's too weak. She could never handle a man like Jenkins. But you're different."

"I can't handle Jenkins either," Yvonne interrupted Penney.

Penney gave an awkward laugh. "You know I don't mean that. I'm saying that your marriage with Jenkins is just business - only for each of your own benefits. Sheirly was too foolish to fall in love with Jenkins, so she ended up in such a miserable state."

"Oh," Yvonne said weakly. "Alright, let's stop talking about this." After eating, Natalie cleaned up the plates and utensils in the kitchen.

She was bored.

And she didn't know what to do.

By right, she should have found a new job by now. She was an adult, and she needed to work to support herself.

However, she couldn't find the energy to look for one at the moment.

After thinking about it, she decided to set aside the plan of finding a job for a while.

Suddenly, her phone rang.

It was Remington.

She picked up the phone.

"Natalie, have you recovered from your hangover?" His voice was hoarse and lazy, as if he had just woken up.

"Yeah. How about you?"

"Of course. Why else would I be calling you?"

Natalie smiled and said, "We drank too much yesterday."

They had a drinking competition against each other the night before, and she downed bottle after bottle of liquor to win him.

"Where were you when you woke up?" Remington

suddenly asked.

Natalie was baffled.

"I was at home, in my apartment, of course."

"Which part of your apartment?"

Natalie was even more confused. "The bedroom?"

"On your bed?"

"Yeah."

Remington snorted and hissed, "That Simpson guy just threw me onto the sofa. My entire body was aching when I woke up."

Natalie burst into a fit of giggles.

"What kind of person is that!" Remington cursed, rolling his eyes.

Natalie stopped laughing and teased, "Don't you know what kind of friend Benjamin is to you? Have you forgotten about the rumours about you and Benjamin in the hospital?"

Remington had no words to refute that.

He then muttered, "You should know better just how true that rumour is."

Natalie's eyelids fluttered.