My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey)

Yesseca laid on the bed and covered herself with a thin blanket.

She'd planned on sleeping, but she opened her eyes a short white later.

She felt that something was amiss.

Her body felt a little strange.

Yesseca reached out a hand and ran it over her body. Suddenly, something dawned on her.

She was running her hand over where Tremaine had touched her earlier.

My God!

Her face turned crimson.

What was wrong with her!

She put her hand on her face.

It was burning hot.

She felt close to tears.

What was she doing, running her hand over where Tremaine had touched her?

Had she been influenced by him?

Yesseca suddenly became very nervous.

She was praying that Tremaine would not come

in.

If he were to come in and see her blushing, he would ask her what was wrong. How would she explain this to him?!

Tremaine didn't go into Yesseca's bedroom anymore.

This was because he and Hogan had remained in confrontation for the whole night.

At first, Tremaine had felt a little antsy at the thought of Yesseca waiting for him in bed, but thanks to Hogan's constant muttering, Tremaine forgot about her. He only had one thought, which was to shut Hogan up.

Hogan repeated himself throughout the night.

He kept telling Tremaine not to marry Yesseca, his face stoic.

Throughout the night, Tremaine had twenty cups of coffee.

The next day finally arrived.

When the sunlight started to shine in through the windows, Hogan said to Tremaine, "Mr. Tremaine, you should get some rest. I'll be taking my leave now." Tremaine did not know how to react.

He wanted to curse at him!

Rest?

How could he possibly rest?

He had to go to the Presidential Palace!

Tremaine gnashed his teeth. "You're a wonder, Mr. Welmert!"

His eyes and tone were both murderous.

If it were anyone else, they would have long been frightened out of their wits.

However, Hogan was not an ordinary person.

He turned and left as if he hadn't seen a thing.

After Hogan left, Tremaine got ready to go the Presidential Palace.

Before he left, he went to Yesseca's bedroom.

Yesseca was still sleeping.

She had half-buried her face in the pillow with her hair fanned out. She looked absolutely ravishing.

Tremaine placed his hand against her face, and it felt like the smoothest silk.

His eyes flashed and his Adam's apple bobbed.

At this moment, to Tremaine, Yesseca was not a person. She was a delicacy.

Unfortunately, it was a delicacy that he could not partake in just yet.

He knew that if he were to have her, it would take a long time. He wouldn't be able to get to the Presidential Palace.

After all, he was the president of a country, and it was impossible for him to abandon his duties.

Tremaine withdrew his hand and huffed coldly.

He could've gobbled up this delicacy the night before if it weren't for Hogan!

After Tremaine left the bedroom, Yesseca moved.

She had a dream.

In her dream, she'd become a delicacy served on a silver platter. There was a man holding cutlery, eagerly waiting to swallow her up. The man's face was not very clear, but somehow he resembled Tremaine.

At the Presidential Palace.

There was a thick stack of letters on Tremaine's desk.

They were from various departments in the Presidential Palace, all expressing their objection towards Tremaine marrying Yesseca. Tremaine turned a blind eye to this.

They were all the same, anyway. He already knew what the contents were without reading them.

Right at this moment, someone knocked on the door.

"Come in," Tremaine ordered in a low voice.

A figure walked in.

Tremaine's eye twitched.

It was Hogan.

Despite his age, he was still in good health. Though he'd been up the whole night badgering Tremaine, he still looked spirited.

Tremaine said sarcastically, "Mr.

Welmert, you should be more conscious of your health at your

age. Don't think that you're sti young and able to push the limit."

Hogan could clearly sense the sarcasm in Tremaine's words, but he didn't even flinch. "Mr. Tremaine, live for my country and for you. It doesn't matter if I have to give up my life to ensure my country remains powerful."

The corner of Tremaine's mouth twitched.

Hogan said these things all the time.

Yet it was precisely because of this that Tremaine couldn't do anything to him.

He knew for a fact that Hogan was a man who did as he said. He truly lived for Nashaland and its

people.

"I know what you're thinking. There's

no need for you to tell me again and again." Tremaine glanced at Hogan. "If there's nothing else, Mr. Welmert, you m may leave."

Hogan did not leave.

He handed Tremaine a thick resume with a girl's photo on the first page. She had fair skin and was pretty.

Tremaine looked at Hogan in confusion.

Hogan said, "Mr. Tremaine, please have a look."

"There's no need for that. Get to the point," Tremaine said bluntly.

Hogan took a step forward. "Mr. Tremaine, this is the resume of Navidia Cohen, the daughter of Megeland's president. Don't you think she's beautiful, sir?" Tremaine looked at Hogan. "Is that what you think, Mr. Welmert?"

"Of course," Hogan said affirmatively. "Navidia of Megeland is known for her beauty, sir, and nobody compares to her."

There was something else that Hogan wanted to say, but he didn't.

He wanted to say that that servant, Yesseca, was no match for Navidia.

Tremaine gave it some thought and nodded. "You're right, Mr. Welmert." Hogan was immediately overjoyed.

Had Tremaine changed his mind because of Navidia's beauty?

He knew that no man would be able to resist her, not even Tremaine.

Hogan immediately asked, "What say you, Mr. Tremaine?"

Tremaine was looking at Hogan meaningfully. "I'll fulfill your wish, Mr. Welmert."

Hogan was even more delighted.

Fulfill his wish?

Hogan's wish was that Tremaine would break up with Yesseca and marry Navidia. A political marriage such as this was extremely beneficial to Tremaine and Nashaland.

"Mr. Tremaine, I'm delighted that you're able to see reason. I knew my efforts wouldn't go to waste!" Hogan said.

Tremaine smiled.