My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey)



Preslie felt a little uneasy.

She wanted to check on Yesseca, but she was scared of disturbing her alone time. Seeing that it was almost eleven o'clock, Preslie couldn't hold back anymore and went to the balcony once again, saying, "It's late. You should get to sleep."

Only then did Yesseca retract her gaze from the sky.

She said, "Preslie. You go to sleep first. I'll go to bed later."

It was probably going to be a sleepless night for her.

Ever since she met Tremaine, she had been in a bad mood. How could she still be in the mood to sleep?

Preslie asked uneasily, "Yesseca, what happened to you?"

Yesseca fell silent.

Preslie continued, "You've been sitting on the balcony in a daze since you came back. You're making me worried. Can you tell me what happened?" Seeing Preslie's anxious expression, Yesseca took a deep breath and said, "Do you know when I liked to make dessert?"

Preslie was speechless.

She couldn't help but be stunned as Yesseca was not answering her question.

Before she could speak, Yesseca continued, "When I was in Nashaland, I was too bored in Quartley Palace, so I took on baking. Who knew I would fall in love with it."

"At that time, all the desserts I made went to Tremaine, but he didn't like eating desserts, to begin with. I said nothing about it, and in fact, I was quite upset because no one wants their beloved hating the things that they made."

Speaking of this, Yesseca let out a bitter laugh.

The past was like the wind.

If it weren't for the meeting with Tremaine that night, she probably wouldn't have thought of these past events.

"Now Tremaine asked someone to

buy dessert from our shop. At first, I thought that he just wanted to take the opportunity to please me and

that he would give the desserte

away or throw them out. But I didn't expect that he would eat it himself."

"He told me that he ate them all by himself." Her smile grew more bitter. "He bought, too much and even got a freezer to store the leftovers." By then, her voice became even softer as she said, "He cherishes the things I make, doesn't he?"

Preslie nodded subconsciously.

He did.

However, what was the purpose of Yesseca's words?

Could it be...

A faint idea came to Preslie's mind.

Before she could think about it, Yesseca continued, "But he wasn't like this before. He hated my

desserts whenever I fed them tContent from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

him. It was like he would die of food poisoning. He doesn't cherish them at all."

"Hah, so people would change," Yesseca sighed faintly.

Preslie didn't know how to respond.

She wondered if Tremaine did move Yesseca by telling her these.

Anyway, she would respect Yesseca's decision.

If that was the case, she would support them.

But if Yesseca had already given up on Tremaine, she would never put in a good word for him no matter what Tremaine did.

Even if Sheldon begged her to help, she wouldn't agree!

Everything she did was based on Yesseca's thoughts.

"Humans would change, huh?" Yesseca repeated, "He changed and so did I."

Yesseca looked at the sky again. There was a bright crescent moon hanging. Her voice grew even softer. "If it had been this way in the past, I would have been so happy, but not now."