My Heart only Beats for You

Tremaine laughed.

It was pleasing to the ears and vaguely sensual.

He inched closer and closer until Yesseca was pressed up against the wall. There was nowhere else for her to

run.

"That's not what | think, though." He looked at her, his gaze looking a little dangerous.

Yesseca felt like Tremaine looked like he was a beast that could swallow her whole at any moment.

She couldn't help trembling. "What- what are you going to do, then?"

He pointed at her.

She didn't understand what he meant and looked at him in confusion.

Tremaine smiled at her faintly.

Suddenly, it dawned on Yesseca.

She understood what Tremaine meant.

She'd asked him what he was going to do.

And he had pointed at her...

My God!

He was such a rogue.

Yesseca turned beet red.

Tremaine's Adam's apple bobbed at the sight of this.

He had already held himself back for long enough. He was starving to the point of madness, and Yesseca was like

a delicious meal.

He reached out a hand and grabbed Yesseca, pulling her towards him. She fell right into his embrace.

Her soft body cinto contact with his toned physique.

It was as if there were literal sparks between them.

Tremaine couldn't help lowering his head and pressing his lips to Yesseca's.

She wanted to dodge, but it was too late. As he kissed her deeply and passionately, all she could do was moan

helplessly. At the stime, his hands started to sneak under her clothes. His hands were extremely warm, and

they lit Yesseca on fire.

Suddenly, a loud knocking cfrom the door.

Tremaine did not want to respond.

He wanted to ignore the knocking, but it was getting louder and more fervent. He looked absolutely furious.

"Wait forin bed." After saying this, he left the bedroom.

Madam Quartley stood at the door of the bedroom.

Tremaine had a headache.

"Grandma, it's tfor bed," he said.

"Tremaine, someone wants to see you."

"I don't want to see anyone."

"You have to. Mr. Welmert's here at such a late hour, so you have to see him," Madam Quartley said.

Tremaine fell silent.

He frowned suspiciously. What was Hogan doing here in the middle of the night?

Hogan sat on the sofa and waited for Tremaine.

Moments later, Tremaine walked over.

Hogan stood up. "Mr. Tremaine."

Tremaine's lips twitched. "Mr. Welmert, what are you doing here at such an ungodly hour? Don't tellyou're

here for a late-night discussion about life." Hogan cleared his throat.

Recently, the whole Presidential Palace was in objection of Tremaine's marriage.

However, he was very determined.

He wanted to be with Yesseca.

In the end, Hogan cup with a plan. During the day, everyone would go ahead objecting to Tremaine and

Yessecas marriage. At night, Hogan himself would cover to Quartley Palace and continue speaking to

Tremaine about their objection.

He wanted to stress Tremaine out to the point that he'd give up!

He believed that as long as Tremaine was nagged about this day and night, he would eventually bend to their

will.

"Mr. Tremaine, I'm here to talk to you about your union with Miss Cowell. You can't be with her," Hogan said.

Tremaine did not reply.

He'd expected Hogan to be here for something important. Who would've known that he was here for this?

Tremaine said, "I've already told you that I'm determined to be with her. Also, if this is all you're here for, you can

leave now!"

Hogan did not move.

Tremaine let out a cold laugh. "Mr. Welmert, since you're so enthusiastic about pretending to be a statue at this

hour, I'll leave you to it. If you like standing here so much, you can do it till tomorrow morning." After saying that,

Tremaine turned to leave.

However, Hogan was still quite agile for his age. He ran in front of Tremaine and blocked him.

"Mr. Tremaine, you cannot be with Miss Cowell," Hogan said.

Tremaine said nothing.

He walked to the left, but Hogan soon stood in front of him.

Tremaine walked to the right, and Hogan did the same.

Each the stopped Tremaine, he would repeat himself, saying, "Mr. Tremaine, you cannot be with Miss

Cowell."

Tremaine was furious.

He was only being so patient because it was Hogan standing in front of him. He was a respected member of the

Cabas well as good friends with his grandfather. If it were someone else, Tremaine would've already taught

them a lesson. "Hogan, don't push your luck!" Tremaine glared at Hogan.

Hogan looked at Tremaine respectfully. "Mr. Tremaine, you're the president. As your citizen, | wouldn't dare push

my luck. | know you don't like to hear what I'm saying, but it's for your own good and for Nashaland's good!"

"Hogan, you..."

Before Tremaine could finish, Hogan cut him off. "Mr. Tremaine, please think things through! I'm doing this for

you and Nashaland!"

Tremaine fell silent. Five minutes later, he felt like he was going to explode.

He couldn't stand Hogan anymore.

He asked the soldiers to escort

Hogan out, but Hogan acted like he was going to be sacrificed. "Mr. Tremaine I'm the Head of Cabif

nothing else. If you want these. soldiers to escortout, how do you expectto face the public from now on?

If you insist on proceeding, then please escort my dead body out of Quartley Palace!"

Tremaine gnashed his teeth angrily. "Hogan, don't think that | won't do it!"

"I know you will, Mr. Tremaine. What

does it matter to you to kill a loyal subject? Just know that it will disappoint all of your subjects, myself in

particular. I'm doing this for your good and for Nashaland, Mr Tremaine. Please think it over and refrain from

being with Miss Cowell!"

Tremaine let out a furious laugh.

Very well.

He could see what Hogan was up to.

He was just trying to waste his time, wasn't he?

He would let Hogan continue!

He refused to believe that Hogan would outlast him at his age.

Tremaine sat down on the sofa. "Mr. Welmert, since you're so adamant on counsellingat such an hour, I'll be

with you for every second of it. | won't allow your loyalty to go to waste!"

Hogan hung his head and looked at Tremaine expressionlessly. He continued to say, "Mr. Tremaine, I'm doing this

for you and for Nashaland. Please think things through and refrain from being with Miss Cowell!" In the bedroom,

Yesseca waited for Tremaine for a long time, but he didn't show up.

She finally started to feel at ease.

Even though she knew that with her return to Quartley Palace, this day would csooner or later, she still felt

extremely nervous. Every second that she was able to avoid it was a bonus.