My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey) novel Chapter 1845

Yesseca's head was buzzing.

She pushed Tremaine away and glared at him, face flushed. "Shameless!"

Tremaine's gaze became more flirtatious.

He liked seeing Yesseca blush, with her round eyes glaring at him.

Tremaine grabbed Yesseca's hands.

He placed them on his body and gradually guided them downwards. "Tell me, how am I shameless?"

Yesseca had been rendered speechless.

The blush crept from her face all the way down to her body.

Yesseca pulled her hand away from Tremaine's and took a deep breath. "Tremaine Quartley, I have something to tell you."

"We'll talk about it after we finish this," Tremaine murmured in a hoarse voice.

God knows how long he had held it in.

Yesseca's eyes widened.

"Tremaine, your shamelessness is beyond my imagination."

Wasn't he dating another servant?

Yet, he wanted to do that with her.

He was completely without shame.

Tremaine was not mad at what Yesseca called him at all.

The word 'shameless' sounded just like coy flirting to him at that moment.

Tremaine took another step forward and pressed his face against Yesseca's. "Really? How much beyond your imagination?"

Tremaine kissed Yesseca on the face.

Yesseca did not respond.

She scrubbed at the place that Tremaine kissed with her hand.

Her actions displayed immense disgust.

Suddenly, Tremaine's gaze darkened.

If Yesseca had just called him shameless and glared at him, he would have assumed that she was merely flirting with him. But what she did was unmistakably not flirting anymore.

Yesseca was disgusted by him!

The coyness in Tremaine's tone faded away instantly. "Yesseca, do you know how many women dream of me doing that to them?"

Yesseca knew that Tremaine was unhappy.

However, it didn't matter anymore.

Anyway, Tremaine had found another servant. She didn't care whether he was happy or not. Their paths were about to diverge anyway!

Yesseca inhaled. "Tremaine, I know what's going on in the presidential palace."

Tremaine was stunned.

Did she know about the goings- on in the presidential palace?

Did she know that everyone was against their relationship?

Tremaine's expression suddenly morphed.

No wonder Yesseca was acting abnormally. Yesseca might be overthinking it, as innocent as she was.

His anger towards Yesseca dissipated completely.

Just as Tremaine was about to comfort Yesseca and tell her not to worry, Yesseca suddenly said, "Tremaine, since that's the case, let me go. I'm done packing. I can leave tomorrow morning. I don't need your chauffer to send me home. I can head back by myself."

The corners of Tremaine's lips twitched.

She didn't trust him!

She thought he could not handle such a small problem!

"You don't have to go back. Stay here. No one can make you leave," Tremaine urged in a low tone.

Yesseca's eyes widened. "No one's making me leave, but I have to. What's the point of me being here, Tremaine? We have no feelings for each other. It's pointless for me to stay. So just let me go."

Tremaine's breathing hitched.

Yesseca had said a devastating sentence.

Even a dog would wag its tail happily if Tremaine treated it as nicely as he did Yesseca.

But Yesseca!

She said that she hated him!

The impulse to strangle Yesseca was getting stronger and stronger. Tremaine suppressed it with all his self-control.

He turned and left.

If he didn't, he might do it for real.

Yesseca's voice came from behind him, "Tremaine, let me go. I don't want to stay here anymore. Not even for a second!"

Tremaine stopped in his tracks.

He turned around to look at Yesseca.

He sneered. "Do you want to leave? Leave now!"

Yesseca left without any hesitation. When she passed by Tremaine, he subconsciously reached out, wanting to hold Yesseca.

But before he could stop her, Yesseca already passed by him.

Tremaine clenched his fists tightly by his side.

That damned woman!

She wanted to leave?

Fine. She could leave!

He would sit back and see where she had to go!

Cocky woman!

Yesseca left Quartley Palace.

Because Tremaine had specially ordered the guards to allow Yesseca to enter and exit freely, no one stopped her. Thus, Yesseca walked out without any hindrance.

It was dark outside. Out of nowhere, a cold breeze blew. Subconsciously, Yesseca hid her face in her collar.

Looking at the night sky, a sense of helplessness washed over her.