My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey)



Tremaine snorted and took out a gold card. "Pack up all the clothes here for me."

Yesseca was taken aback.

She was speechless. "You want all these clothes?"

"I won't wear it. I'll throw them away."

"You!" Yesseca was so angry that her face turned red. "How could you throw away your clothes? Do you have that much money?"

"Yes," Tremaine answered directly.

Yesseca was dumbfounded.

With a huff, she turned her head away from Tremaine.

This type of man was too quick-witted. She knew that there was no way to speak with him, so ignoring him was the best option. Unexpectedly, Tremaine said coldly, "Is this your attitude towards customers? Yesseca, I can file a complaint about your attitude."

Furiously, Yesseca replied, "That's the attitude I have because you're looking for trouble."

Tremaine sneered, "Would it be too much trouble if I wanted to buy all the clothes here?"

Yesseca's blood was boiling and she had no idea what to do.

She simply took over the card: "Okay, okay, you're loaded. You'll buy all the clothes and throw all the money away if you wish. I will swipe your card for you. It will be a million dollars."

The price that she stated was nonsense. She did not know how much all the clothes cost.

"The password is 123456," Tremaine said calmly.

Yesseca took the POS machine and keyed in the password while Tremaine watched, emotionlessly.

Yesseca felt helpless.

It seemed that Tremaine would allow her to swipe that much money!

Yesseca handed the card to Tremaine and said, "I'm not going to swipe it. If you have that much money, you should donate it to those who need it. There's no need to waste it here."

"If you need me to donate it now, I can."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Didn't you just say that I should donate money to the needy?" asked Tremaine softly.

At that moment, Yesseca felt that she was being trapped.

She stamped her foot. "Forget it, forget it. I won't argue with you anymore. Just do what you want!"

Tremaine looked at Yesseca. Her face was red and her eyes were wide. She looked adorable.

"Yesseca, I need to have a good discussion with you." Tremaine's expression turned serious. "Let's put aside the past."

He knew why Yesseca was so angry.

"Put it aside!" Yesseca glared at Tremaine and said, "Mr. Quartley, who do you think you are? You can't make me put something aside just because you want me to. I don't want to talk to you."

"You refuse to put it aside, and you refuse to talk to me?"

"That's right!" Yesseca shouted.

Tremaine suddenly leaned forward and said, "In this case, let's do it again."

After saying that, Tremaine lowered his head to kiss Yesseca.

Yesseca was so frightened that she took a step back. "You, what are you doing?"

Tremaine said meaningfully, "You've already said it, yet you don't understand."

"You hooligan!" Yesseca's face turned red.

"You called me a hooligan. If I don't behave that way, then I'll just be letting you down." He looked at her with his deep blue eyes. Upon hearing this, Yesseca trembled in fear.

This was a public place, but Tremaine did not care about this as he always did whatever he wanted.

On the other hand, Yesseca was in a state of panic.

Tremaine was too much!

Not only did he treat her like that in the restaurant that day, but he also wanted to bully her at her workplace!

What behavior was this?

What could she do? Tremaine was so tall that she could not defeat him.

The more Yesseca thought about it, the worse she felt.

How did she get to know such a person?

Yesseca widened her eyes, which seemed to be covered with a layer of mist. "Tremaine, you've gone too far. You just think that I'm an easy target, don't you? When you did what you did in the restaurant, was that not enough? You're here now to kill me, aren't you!"

As she said that, Yesseca reached out her hands to push Tremaine. "Leave! I don't want to see you ever again. I hate you!" Looking at Yesseca's tears, Tremaine felt as though someone had hit his chest. In a flash, he was overcome by emotions too. Yesseca could not push Tremaine away, so all she did was glare at him.

Tremaine felt his heart soften.

His tone became gentle. "I'm sorry, it was my fault that day. Let me apologize to you."

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Tremaine had always been a proud man, and she didn't expect to hear an apology from him.

After a while, she bit her lip and said, "I don't want your apology."

She turned her back towards him.

"Alright, stop it." Tremaine's deep voice sounded behind Yesseca. "Yesseca, turn around. I have something to say to you."

Yesseca bit her lips even harder.

Why should she turn towards him just because he asked her to?

"Yesseca, come on." Tremaine continued.

"Do you think I'm a child? I won't listen to you."

The next second, Tremaine stretched out his hand and gently flicked a strand of her hair. He used a gentle force to pull Yesseca's hair. "Turn around."

Yesseca was speechless.

She was suddenly brought back to her primary school days, when the boys sitting behind her liked to make fun of her. Every time she was angry and ignored the boys, they would reach out to pull her hair.

Yesseca was speechless.

How could Tremaine be so childish?

She felt helpless and amused, but her anger had subsided.

Yesseca turned around. "Don't pull my hair. What if you pull it out?"

"It doesn't matter since you have so much hair."

Yesecca was speechless yet again.

She stared at Tremaine for a long time and didn't know how to refute it. After a long while, she made a noise in response.

Tremaine couldn't help laughing when he saw Yesseca's action.

He thought of Montez.

Every time Montez was angry, he would respond with a heavy snort.

"What are you laughing at?" Yesseca said angrily.

"How old are you? Why are you acting like a child?" Tremaine said.

Yesseca was tongue-tied.

She raised her voice and said, "You say that I look like a child, but you're the one that is still a child. You just pulled my hair!"

Just as she finished speaking, a few male customers walked in.

They came to buy clothes.

As Yesseca was a professional, she immediately turned to welcome the customers with a smile when she saw them coming.

At the same time, Tremaine glanced at the male customers calmly.

They felt as though his gaze was piercing through them, and walked out right away.

Yesseca was dumbfounded.

Since all her customers had left, Yesseca immediately put the blame on Tremaine.