My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey)



Tremaine's bride was a very beautiful, gentle girl.

She had a small face, large eyes and a delicate nose.

And she looked stunning in her wedding dress under the bright lights.

She wasn't the most beautiful woman on earth.

But she eluded a noble and otherworldly aura.

It was as expected from the daughter of a high-ranking daughter.

Even Preslie had to admit that Yesseca would lose to her.

Yesseca was more of the cute girl next door.

But this girl was like a modern day princess.

As Preslie continued to watch the broadcast, her heart started to ache.

No wonder Tremaine married her.

This girl made a lovely bride for him.

Tremaine must have really fallen in love with her.

"Men are so fickle."

Preslie smirked.

Preslie then came out of the bathroom.

To prevent Yesseca from catching her watching the broadcast, she purposely hid in the bathroom and watched it on her phone.

However, as soon as she came out, she saw Yesseca staring somewhere.

Yesseca was looking at the lounge area on the first floor of the store.

At some point, two female customers arrived.

They were discussing something on their phones.

"Oh, my god, what a grand wedding. But why didn't they show the inside of the wedding venue? I really want to see what's inside."

"As if you will get the chance. We're talking about the wedding of the president. They wouldn't just show it to everyone. But I'm sure the inside would be as nice as the outside."

"The bride is beautiful and elegant. I wonder what the president looks like. He didn't show up at all."

"He is the president. I don't think the media is allowed to film him, but I heard he is the most handsome president that existed."

Preslie was speechless.

Afraid that their words would trigger Yesseca, she was about to walk over and chase away the two female customers. Yesseca stopped her.

Yesseca shifted her gaze away and whispered, "They're our customers. Let them be."

"Yesseca," Preslie said uneasily, "Are you okay?"

"Yea, I'm fine. Don't worry about me." Yesseca forced a smile. "I scared you yesterday, didn't I? I lost my composure back then, but I'm alright now." She pointed at the smile on the corner of her mouth. "See? I can still smile!"

Looking at the forced smile on Yesseca's face, Preslie grew upset.

This morning, Yesseca had indeed returned to normal and had come to the store as usual.

However, she knew Yesseca was hurting inside, despite her appearance.

"Why don't you go home and rest? I can take care of the store alone. So go back and rest," Preslie offered.

Yesseca shook her head. "I've already said that it's fine. Don't worry. It's all in the past. Do you think that I'll be sad when I hear about Tremaine's wedding today? I'm not sad. On the contrary, I wish him all the best."

Preslie was speechless for a moment.

After waiting for a while, Yesseca suddenly said in a low voice, "Thank goodness."

Preslie was stunned for a moment. "What?"

Yesseca's gaze was a bit dazed. "Nothing."

Fortunately, when she rushed out last night, Tremaine was no longer there.

She didn't dare to think what would happen if he was still there.

Maybe she would lose control of herself and tell Tremaine not to get married. Luckily, he left.

Although she did not see the

wedding today, she could imagine it

in her head by hearing the two female customers' conversation. It must be a grand and beautiful wedding.

That was great.

Wasn't it?

She and Tremaine lived their own lives.

He had a wife now, who was pretty and kind.

While she had a store that she called hers.

Agaphen City.

In a certain residence.

A man was very dissatisfied with the woman and the little girl with her.

He said in a strange tone, "Why did you have to bring such a burden with you? What's the meaning of this? Can't you leave her with your husband?" The woman smiled awkwardly.

Because the man was ten years younger than her, she had to be more patient with him.

She didn't dare to tell the man about Essie. She was afraid that if she told him about Essie, the man would be afraid and dump her.

She leaned on the man and said softly, "Dear, she'll only be with us for now. Someone will take her away soon enough, so don't get upset." The man stared at the frightened girl and said, "What's her name?"

The woman wanted to please the man, so she said, "She should follow your surname, so she should be Dory Lawson.'

"Dory, huh?" The man repeated the name and then strode to the girl. After walking to the front, he kicked her hard. "Trash!"

Dory was in pain, but she didn't cry.

Other children her age would have done so.

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The man finally vented his anger.

He said to the woman, "You have to discipline her well. If I get angry, I'll throw her away anytime!"

After that, the man turned and went into the bedroom.

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The woman glared at the girl. "Did you hear that? Don't make trouble for me or I'll make you suffer!" Dory lowered her head and did not dare to make a sound.

At the same time, in the villa of the Perry family. Another girl was living the life Dory should have. She wore a beautiful dress, drinking imported milk with an arrogant smile.

Quartley Palace.

It was the first night of their wedding.

However, the bride was alone in the bedroom.

It was getting dark, but Tremaine had not come back yet.

Rorita sat on the bed and waited.

She had been sitting there for a long time.

Finally, she stood up.

She walked to the window and looked out.

In fact, Tremaine had already made it clear to her, but there was still a glimmer of hope in her heart.

It was the first night of their wedding, perhaps he would...

But who would have thought...

Rorita's eyes flashed and then she sat down by the desk.

She found the paper and pen and began to draw.

Soon, Tremaine appeared on the paper.

He was the man who she had never forgotten since she first saw him.

Madam Quartley couldn't help but call Tremaine.

It was supposed to be a joyous event, but she could help but want to lecture him.

It was late, yet he still had not come home.

Tremaine went too far!

The phone was soon connected.