My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey) novel Chapter 1824

What else could she possibly need?

With such a good house and job, it was like she was in a dream!

What more could she ask for?

Preslie was very satisfied.

"Since there's nothing else you need, I'll take my leave now," said Sheldon to Preslie.

Preslie's breath paused for a moment.

She was very content with both the job and the accommodation.

The only thing that made her feel uncomfortable was Sheldon's attitude.

He treated her formally and curtly, as if he was meeting her for the first time.

However, this was not their first time meeting each other.

They had stood in the face of death together.

Preslie let out a bitter laugh.

She was someone who fell in love very easily.

In her heart, she felt like she had experienced a life and death situation with this handsome military officer, but he did not seem to think so.

Perhaps she had thought too deep into it.

Preslie said, "Thank you,"

Yesseca originally wanted to accompany Preslie, but the driver told her it was getting late and that he'd need to send her back to Quartley Palace soon.

Yesseca had to say goodbye to Preslie.

"I'll be heading off first. Let me know if you need anything," said Yesseca.

"Everything will be fine," replied Preslie. "Yesseca, everything is great, thank you so much."

"There's nothing to thank me for."

After chatting for a while more, Yesseca left with the driver. Preslie stood in her huge house, walking around and touching items here and there.

She put her hand on her chest.

Her heart was pounding.

Her eyes were wide open.

Goodness, everything was incredible.

Not too long ago, she left home and had no job. She was pathetic, living like a homeless person.

Now, she had such a beautiful house to live in and such a high-ranking job.

Good heavens, she felt like she was dreaming.

Preslie lay on the sofa.

The sofa was so soft that she sunk into it.

Preslie fell into a trance, until she was brought back to her senses by the sound of her phone ringing.

Someone was calling her.

It was her mother.

Preslie held her phone in her hands.

It was the first time her family had called since she left.

She hesitated for a moment before answering the phone.

"Mom," Her voice was very weak.

"Preslie, where the h*ll have you been? When are you coming home?" Celine shouted.

Then, Amelia's voice rang out, "I say, Preslie, you must be dreaming. You're in Nashaland and you're working at the president's office. Do you really think it's easy to get a job there? You must be mad!"

Her mother chimed in, "Preslie, what nonsense are you spouting? Come back now, you're an unattractive, uneducated woman, you will die out there!"

Celine then said to her husband, Caller, "She ran off and now she's not coming home. She said she's in Nashaland and that she found a job in the president's office. She needs to look in the mirror and see how much of an embarrassment she is to the Fernandez family..."

Celine's voice was cut off.

Preslie had hung up the phone.

She threw her phone aside.

Bitterness engulfed her.

She was a proud woman.

They didn't believe her.

They didn't believe her at all.

Two streams of tears rolled down her cheeks, but she wiped them away.

She stood up from the sofa and raised her small fist. "Preslie, the more people look down on you, the more you'll have to work hard. You do well at the president's office, and people will respect you for who you are!"

Yesseca returned to Quartley Palace.

Tremaine had also just returned.

Yesseca thanked Tremaine for helping out with Preslie's matters.

She knew Preslie was very happy with what Tremaine had provided for her.

She was very grateful to Tremaine.

Tremaine dismissed Yesseca's gratitude.

He glanced at Yesseca and said, "You're my woman. There is nothing to thank me for,"