My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey)

Yesseca's mind was blank as she replayed the receptionist's word in her head.

Tremaine did not say anything.

He patted Yesseca on the shoulder. She was startled, and she glared at Tremaine with her eyes wide open.

Tremaine twitched his lips.

He'd noticed that Yesseca was acting very strange today. She had been unusually quiet, but women who were on their period tended to be like that.

"Take a hot bath and change your clothes." Tremaine said.

"Oh." Just as Yesseca was about to enter, she suddenly stopped. "Are you..."

She wanted to ask where Tremaine would be going while she was taking a bath.

Tremaine glanced at Yesseca and said, "Do you want me to go in and wash myself with you? Forget it, the scene of blood flowing like a river is too much for me."

Yesseca was speechless.

Her face was blushing all over.

That had not been her intention. She was obviously not going to invite Tremaine to take a bath with her! What was he talking about?

Yesseca was so angry that she stepped on Tremaine's foot. "You wish! I don't want to take a bath with you."

After that, she carried her items into the room and shut the door.

A faint smile appeared on Tremaine's face.

She was finally acting normally again.

After taking a shower, Yesseca changed into her new underwear and trousers.

The size was unexpectedly well fitted, as if it was tailor-made for her. When she put it on, her skin seemed to have countless electric currents flowing across it, and it was all because it was Tremaine who had bought it.

Later, Yesseca's gaze swept over the clothes that she had changed out of. They were stained with blood.

She could take them home to clean, but Tremaine's coat...

With a red face, Yesseca took the jacket to the bathroom and washed the bloodstains with some soap. Just as she was about to squeeze it, there was a knock on the door. Yesseca opened the door.

Tremaine was standing at the door.

The man glanced lightly at Yesseca. "I noticed you were inside for a long time and thought that something had happened to you because you'd bled too much."

Naturally, Yesseca knew that Tremaine was poking fun at her.

She glared at Tremaine with a red face. "Nonsense!"

Although she seemed angry on the surface, in reality, Yesseca wasn't angry at all.

Although Tremaine had teased her several times tonight, she had been moved by the things he had done for her.

"I'll wash your clothes, and I can give them back to you after drying them."

"Don't bother." Tremaine took the suit from Yesseca and said, "I'll take you home."

"You don't need me to dry it for you?"

"No."

"Oh..." Yesseca followed Tremaine out of the hotel.

They drove all the way to Yesseca's home.

"Go back and have a good rest," said Tremaine to

Yesseca.

Yesseca nodded and got out of the car.

She had initially wanted to say thank you to Tremaine, but the words were stuck on the tip of her tongue, and she couldn't say it. Thinking about it, Yesseca hurried upstairs.

After Yesseca went upstairs, Tremaine's eyes flashed with a deep thought.

Yesseca had acted bizarre today. Perhaps 'that' was the reason.

Was it painful for a woman on her period? Was that why she had been so out of it?

Moments later, Tremaine took out his phone and searched about it on the inte.

Based on the information he gathered, it was indeed painful for a woman to have a period. She would have abdominal cramps.

Tremaine thought of Yesseca's red face and uncertain expression throughout the day. Was it because of the cramps?

in the end, Tremaine searched for some remedies and saw that a certain medicinal tea was an option.

Tremaine immediately drove to a convenience store nearby.

There were bags of ginger tea lined up in the convenience store. All he needed was to make it into tea, but as Tremaine thought about it, he remembered how Yesseca was a caretess person. He was afraid that she wouldn't know the right way to prepare the remedy.

Tremaine simply took another thermos cup and asked the salesgirl to help make the tea for him.

"Sir, are you making this for your girlfriend?" The salesgirl asked with a smile.

The tea was a popular relief method for women on their period, and the salesgirl could tell that it was not for Tremaine.

The mention of "girlfriend" by the salesgirl made Tremaine feel inexplicably happy.

"Yes," he said, even saying a few more words for the first time. "She's on her period."

The salesgirl poured warm waterUpstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

into the new thermos cup after washing it. There are many men who buy these drinks for their girlfriends, but this is the first time that i've seen someone buy itin a thermos. Your girlfriend is very lucky."

After a while, Tremaine went out with the thermos. Watching him leave, the salesgirl looked at him enviously.

She wondered what girl was so lucky to find such a handsome and considerate boyfriend.

At home, Yesseca washed her trousers that she had changed out of in the hotel. Suddenly, she heard someone knocking on the door.

She was stunned.

Who could it be at this time?

Someone came to mind.

Yesseca's heart beat faster.

It was impossible. Hadn't he left?

After walking to the door, Yesseca opened it.

Tremaine was standing at the door.

Yesseca held her breath and stared at him.

Tremaine raised his eyebrows and said, "Does every woman on their period look like a fool, or is it just you?"

Yesseca was quiet.

"I'm not a fool," she could not help but say.

Tremaine passed the thermos cup to Yesseca and said, "Here you go."

Yesseca was stunned. "What is this?"

It felt a little warm.

Tremaine casually said, "It's tea. I heard it was good for women on their period. It's for you."

Yesseca was surprised.

How did he know this?

However, her surprise soon disappeared. Did Tremaine come over just to give this to her?

"Drink it quickly." Tremaine ordered in a low voice.

Yesseca opened the lid, and the sweet and spicy smell of ginger wafted into her nose.

She glanced at Tremaine and then drank.

After drinking, she felt her lower abdomen become warmer.

Seeing Yesseca drink it, Tremaine was relieved.

He said, "I'm leaving. Rest well."

When Tremaine turned around, Yesseca suddenly came to her senses. She shouted, "Tremaine."

This time, she did not call him "Mr. Quartley."

Tremaine turned back.

The man looked at Yesseca. "Is there something you want to ask?"

Yesseca's throat tightened. "Why are you being so nice to me?"

Tremaine didn't speak.

He looked straight at Yesseca with deep and unfathomable eyes. In that moment, there seemed to be nothing in his eyes other than the figure of Yesseca, and she had wormed her way even deeper into his heart.