My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey)



Yesseca was speechless.

It seemed that Montez had the same idea.

Montez went to take the shopping bag from Yesseca's hand, "Yesseca, I'll help you carry it."

How could she let Montez do that?

She said right away, "Let me carry it. It's not that heavy."

Yesseca was afraid that Montez would grab hold of the shopping bag, so she quickly walked forwards while carrying the heavy shopping bags.

Her hands trembled from the weight of the heavy shopping bags.

Yesseca wanted to quickly make her way to the underground garage. Once she placed them in the car, she could let her arms rest.

Yesseca's hand suddenly felt very light as she took a few steps forward.

Someone had taken the shopping bag that was in her hand.

Yesseca quickly protested, "Montez you don't need to carry it. I'll do it. You can't do it alone."

She suddenly felt her throat tighten.

Because the person carrying the shopping bag in her hand wasn't Montez, it was Tremaine.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Yesseca was so scared that she had let go of the rest of the bags. Tremaine took the opportunity to carry all of them.

Yesseca stared blankly at him.

He looked at Yesseca and said, "What are you doing? Let's go back to your place and cook."

Yesseca was shocked and couldn't say anything.

She came back to her senses and followed him.

Tremaine walked ahead with the large shopping bags in his hands. There was meat and vegetables in them.

This was very different from the usual cold and aloof Tremaine that she knew.

But he really was carrying those shopping bags in his hand and he carried them naturally.

Even Montaz was stunned.

He said to Yesseca, "Yesseca, is my dad acting strange today?"

How could he, his normally aloof and cold father, carry things for other people?

Montez couldn't believe it.

Yesseca laughed dryly, "The truth is, your father has always been very kind. We just don't see it

very often."

Montez's lips twitched.

After arriving at Yesseca's apartment, she asked Tremaine and Montez to sit in the living room and she went into the kitchen to prepare dinner. When Yesseca entered the kitchen, Montez walked over to Tremaine and said, "Daddy, I want to ask you a question."

Tremaine looked at him and said, "Ask away."

"Why did you help Yesseca with the shopping bags just now? Daddy, you've never been that kind before. Your heart is as cold as stone. Why are you acting so kind all of a sudden?"

"Tell me why."

Montez blinked his large eyes. After a while, he felt moved and said, "Daddy, I never knew that you loved me so much. I'm so moved. I love you too daddy!"

Tremaine kept quiet.

Montez continued, "Because daddy knows that I like Yesseca, so you're being nice to her. I'll tell her that I want her to get you a present for next time. You'll help her carry things now, and when you get older, she and I will help you carry your things, so that you can enjoy your old age." Tremaine was speechless.

A chilly aura permeated from Tremaine's body as he stared at Montez.

If it weren't for the fact that Montez looked just like him, he would have doubts about Montez being his actual son because of his IQ.

"Listen here, get lost!" Tremaine stressed each word as he said it.

Montez had a sly look on his face. "Daddy, I know you're just pretending to be cold-hearted. You said that you wanted me to get lost, but you actually love me a lot."

Tremaine ignored him.

Tremaine felt his IQ dropping as he talked to Montez.

Montez noticed that Tremaine was ignoring him and soon got bored, so he went to look for Yesseca.

Yesseca was cooking in the kitchen.

When she saw him walk in, she quickly said, "Montez, you shouldn't be here. There's hot oil here, you might burn yourself."

"It's fine." Montez shook his little head. "I'll be fine, Yesseca. I just want to talk to you."

Yesseca looked at Montez. He was

still far away from the stove, so the oil probably wouldn't get him from there. Yesseca relented. "Alright, but why don't you have a chat with your daddy?" "I just did." Montez replied, "But Daddy just ignored me felt bored and came to look for you."

Yessecalaughed.

She understood why Tremaine didn't pay attention to him.

Maybe the blank faced Tremaine did not have anyone he could tolerate and entertain.

Yesseca couldn't help herself, she pretended to look proud and cold in front on Montesz. She was putting on the same face his father did.

Tremaine often looked indifferent but Yesseca's imitation was hilarious.

"Montez, this is the face your dad makes when he doesn't want to talk to you." Yesseca said as she imitated him.

Montez nodded earnestly. "It really is."

Yesseca laughed, "Your daddy is just too cold sometimes. He's like this with everyone. Don't worry too much about it."

Montez wanted to agree with her, but felt that something was wrong about it.

In fact, his father was a very good man. He was cold on the outside but warm on the inside.

For example, knowing that he liked Yesseca was why he was so good to her, after all she was his future 'daughter-in-law'.

He felt like he needed to speak up for his father, "He's actually a nice guy, but I think he didn't sleep last night and must be feeling tired, so he didn't want to talk to me."

"He didn't sleep last night?" Yesseca was surprised.

"Do you know what happened last night? No, you wouldn't. If you did, I wouldn't need to ask," she thought.

Montez continued, "My dad didn't come home until it was eight o'clock in the morning. He had dark circles under his eyes. He probably didn't sleep well."

Yesseca was even more surprised.

He didn't get home until eight in the morning!

So, he didn't leave at two in the morning.

"Did your daddy just wake up?" Yesseca asked.

Montez shook her head. "No, I had a

nightmare last night. So I ran into my daddy's room at six o'clock, but t didn't see him there. I sat on the sofa and didn't see my daddy until it

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was after eight. My daddy must have gone to work."

Yesseca's heart trembled.

Tremaine left at eight o'clock.

She recalled that she had woken up around eight o'clock, and her apartment was about a half an hour's drive to the Quarterly villa. Did Tremaine

watch over her until it was eight o'clock?

"How was this possible?"

"Yesseca!"

Montez suddenly lunged towards Yesseca.

Her eyes widened in surprise.

She had been thinking about Tremaine and lost track of what she was doing. The hot soup in the pot had been boiling for too long and was pouring

out.