My Heart only Beats for You

Sheldon took a can of beer from the fridge and gulped it down.

Preslie stood there in silence.

Her heart skipped a beat when she saw him down that can of beer.

It was late at night, and for a man to drink now meant that...

With that, she stepped back and grabbed the door. She asked in a trembling voice, "W-Why are you drinking?"

He didn't say anything.

He ctowards her.

He was feeling must better after sliquor. He was ready to tell her the truth.

The lack of a reply from Sheldon made Preslie think that her guess had been correct.

She said nervously, "You can't do this. It's against the law. You can't forceeven if you're a high-ranking

officer.”

He remained silent.

After all, he knew that she had gotten the wrong idea again.

He explained, "Miss Fernandez, | am not interested in you. You have misunderstood what | just said. | don't mean

to do anything to you. | wanted your help in persuading Yesseca." Preslie was dumbfounded.

He continued with a grave face, "Now that the president of Megeland is going to visit Nashaland. A marriage

between states would bound to happen. We can't drag it any longer. | need you to convince Yesseca to leave His

Excellency for both of their sakes." Her expression kept changing as she looked at her.

Seeing that she did not speak, he asked, "Are you willing to?"

She was mad.

Bang!

Preslie slammed the door shut.

How would she be willing to help Sheldon?

What did he think she would do?

All she knew was that she had made a big mistake.

How could she be so foolish?

He wanted her help to persuade Yesseca, but she thought that he was interested in her. She even thought that

he would force himself on her.

How could she have such thoughts?

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Preslie walked to the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the bedroom.

She looked at herself in the mirror.

The expression on her face turned uglier.

Sheldon's words reverberated in her mind.

"Miss Fernandez, | have no interest in you."

Recalling his words, she sniffled.

It would take a miracle to have him fall for her.

The person staring back at her was plump. Her features were decent but not stunning. How could an average

woman like her gain the interest of a man? Let alone a man like Sheldon.

Only she could think that he had wanted to do something to her.

Preslie laughed.

Hints of sarcasm and pain filled her smile.

How foolish of her.

She was impressed with how good she was at making a fool out of herself.

He must be laughing at her now. He must not have seen such a foolish woman like her.

Her heart ached badly.

Right at this moment, someone knocked on the door again.

Outside the door stood Sheldon.

Preslie was still embarrassed.

But she still went to open the door.

Seeing that it was Sheldon, Preslie did not dare to look at him in the eye.

But she still forced herself to look at him.

What was there to be embarrassed about now when what was done was done?

She comforted herself.

What else could she do?

Was she supposed to take her own life because she was so embarrassed?

"Is it about the promotion?" Preslie asked.

Sheldon's eyes lit up.

It seemed that there was hope for him.

He immediately said, "Yes, of

course. If you're willing to helppersuade Xesseca to leave His Excellency, not only you would be doing a

favor for me, but also the people of Nashaland. Of course, you will be promoted."

Her eyes flickered with despair.

Since he said that, he must think she was cynical, so he wanted to bait her by giving her a promotion.

Unfortunately, she was not.

Preslie shook her head. "I'm sorry. I'd rather quit than help you."

Sheldon was stunned.

She continued, "I might not be anyone to you, but | would never betray my friend. | refused to persuade Yesseca,

and it is her call whether she wants to stay with His Excellency or not. | would support whatever decision she

makes without intervening. So | think it's best if | quit."

He did not say a word.

Her words struck him hard, making him a little more clear-headed.

He was making a fairly poor decision.

And she was right. Making her do this meant pushing her to betray her friend.

Just then, he said, "Preslie, pretend that | never said anything. You don't have to quit. Don't worry. | won't make it

hard for you even if you don't agree."

After that, Sheldon turned and left.

Preslie returned to the bedroom.

She suddenly felt like crying.

She was feeling so miserable.

How could she be so stupid as to make a mess out of nothing and make a fool of herself?

Tremaine and Yesseca returned to Quartley Palace.

He entered her bedroom.

Right then, her heart was pounding.

Meeting his gaze, she knew what he wanted.

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This time, she did not refuse him.

After what Matthew said to her, she decided not to refuse Tremaine whenever he wanted intimacy.

Yesseca pointed at the bathroom door. "I- I'm going to take a bath first."

Tremaine immediately hugged her. His hoarse voice sounded from above her head. "You don't have to. | want it

now." She fell silent.

After all, it had been a day since she bathed, and she couldn't take it any longer.

"But..."

Before Yesseca could finish her words, Tremaine interrupted her. He changed his mind and said, "Alright, go."

She let out a sigh of relief.

However, she jumped at what he said next. "But we're bathing together."

She was shocked.

Together?

How could they bathe together?

Yesseca's face turned red.

She shook her head in a hurry. "It's alright. | can go alone."

Although she was not as opposed to the idea of intimacy, she couldn't bring herself to bathe with a man. She

would be too embarrassed to do so.

Tremaine was about to speak when his phone rang.

He was upset.

Who was calling him at a tlike this?!

He took out his phone.

The call was from Hogan.

He sneered.

Then, he hung up the phone directly.

Yesseca held her breath and asked, "Why didn't you answer the phone?"

Tremaine circled her waist with his right arm, slowly reaching to the hems of her clothing. "I don't want to. | bave

something more important to do right now."

Her body trembled.

She felt the heat from his burning fingertips.