My Heart only Beats for You

Yesseca felt that Tremaine was going to drive her crazy.

That was because he was bombarding her with a million questions.

"Why did you donate the clothes | gave you? Didn't you like how pretty they are?"

"Are Navidia's clothes even prettier? I'll get them for you now. Why don't you want it?" Now, Tremaine believed

that he couldn't figure out what exactly Yesseca wanted. Hearing Tremaine's words, Yesseca almost vomited

blood!

She couldn't help but shout, "Tremaine, what is it with you and pretty clothes? Stop this nonsense!"

Tremaine said seriously, "I think you're really strange. You want to dress smartly, but you don't want anything

expensive. Just what on earth do you want?"

Tremaine felt his understanding of Yesseca gradually diminishing.

Yesseca was angered by Tremaine to the point her face was red all over.

She said, "Tremaine, I'm fed up of your nonsense.

If you go on, I'll be very mad!"

A trace of profound meaning suddenly flashed across Tremaine's eyes.

He stared at Yesseca and said slowly, "Which part of you is mad? Your mouth or your heart?"

Yesseca snapped, "It doesn't matter. Both are also angry."

As soon as Yesseca finished, Tremaine suddenly leaned over and kissed her on the lips.

Yesseca was speechless.

Before she could ask the man why he wanted to kiss her, Tremaine said, "I just had a taste of how mad you are.

Now, let's see if your heart's mad too." After that, Tremaine's hand was about to land on Yesseca's chest.

Yesseca remained silent.

While she was ashamed and upset, Tremaine said seriously again, "I can't tell whether you're mad or not with

your clothes on. | should reach in and have a look." After that, his hand reached into Yesseca's clothes.

Yesseca couldn't take it anymore.

She warned, "Tremaine, don't go too far, you..."

Before she could finish, her lips were obstructed by Tremaine's. His lips were tightly pressed onto hers. He then

flipped over and pressed Yesseca against his body.

A passionate aura spread throughout the entire room.

Meanwhile, Sheldon was pacing back and forth below his unit.

He was carrying a Hermes bag that he had bought after work.

Why did he buy an Hermes bag all of a sudden? Even he didn't know himself. While he was driving, he passed by

a Hermes store, and then what Preslie had said rang throughout his ears.

Preslie had said that she'd laughed that day because Tremaine had given Yesseca a whole set of expensive

clothes. She was very happy for Yesseca.

Out of nowhere, Sheldon cup with an idea.

He thought that Preslie was so delighted every ther friends were given something. If she was the recipient

instead, wouldn't she be over the moon? Bearing this in mind, Sheldon walked into the Hermes store and bought

the latest arrival recommended by the shopkeeper.

However, as soon as he went downstairs, he felt conflicted once more.

What kind of reason should he state for giving Preslie the bag?

Could he say that he bought it just for her?

This definitely wouldn't do!

How could a man just buy a bag for a woman? It didn't make sense!

Sheldon couldn't think of a reason for a long time. In the end, the more he thought about it, the more of a

headache it was. He even wanted to throw the bag into the bin.

Just as Sheldon had completed a dozen laps around the lobby, the apartment complex's security guard came

over.

The complex was located in a region of Nashaland where most officials lived, so its security was very good. There

were guards patrolling all the time, and one of them had noticed Sheldon long ago. Sheldon had been pacing

around at the lobby and no one knew what he was up to.

The guard couldn't stop himself taking a step forward. "Mr. Hawls."

Sheldon finally stopped.

The guard looked at Sheldon's face.

Sheldon's gaze was very alert and there was nothing wrong with his face.

The guard let out a sigh of relief.

He'd almost thought that Sheldon was drugged or drunk!

The guard couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Hawls, why don't you go on up?"

Sheldon didn't answer.

An awkward expression appeared on his face right away.

Why didn't he go up?

How could he answer this?

Sheldon forced a smile and said, "The moon looks very good tonight. I'm admiring it from the lobby."

The guard had no words for that.

He looked up at the sky subconsciously. There was no moon.

And even if there was a moon, when

the guard looked at Sheldon, Sheldon's head was down as he turned back to face the guard. The guard never

saw Sheldon looking up to admire the moon.

Sheldon also noticed that there was no moon.

He becincreasingly embarrassed.

"Um, I'm going up." After that, Sheldon rushed into the elevator, fearing that the guard would press

on.

The guard stood where he was silently.

He felt his head and let out a puzzled look. What was wrong with Mr. Hawls?

Sheldon entered his home.

Preslie was looking forward to having schamomile tea.

She made the tea herself, for it was the most suitable drink to help with her period.

At this moment, she was sipping on the tea while watching a soap opera at eight o'clock in the evening.

Seeing Sheldon return, Preslie unconsciously felt a little off.

That was because she remembered the conversation she had had with Sheldon during the day.

But soon, she acted as if nothing had happened.

She had suffered a lot from being bullied as a fat child, but she managed to train herself to maintain her

composure.

"Mr. Hawls, you're back." Preslie greeted Sheldon as if nothing had happened.

"Yeah." Sheldon answered and went into the bedroom.

When he entered the bedroom, he realised something was wrong. The Hermes bag in his hand was ready to be

given to Preslie. What was he doing in the bedroom!

So, Sheldon went out again.

But as soon as he went out, he found that he hadn't thought of a reason for giving the bag to Preslie.

And so Sheldon went back in again.

After staying in the room for a while, he still couldn't think of a reason.

Sheldon gritted his teeth. He thought that he just wanted to go out and give Preslie a bag without any reasons.

Sheldon went out again.

But when he got out, he couldn't muster up the courage to say anything.

Preslie was stunned when she noticed Sheldon coming in and out. She couldn't help asking, "Mr. Hawls, what's

wrong with you?"

Sheldon's face turned red. He was speechless.

While looking around, she suddenly felt a chill down her spine.

Her gaze fell upon the chamomile tea in her hands.

Preslie wondered if Sheldon was unhappy to see her drinking tea on her own.

After all, they were roommates. If she had something to eat or drink, she should share it with Sheldon. It wasn't

surprising if Sheldon wasn't happy about this.