My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey)

Ruth Welmart.

Zorion moved his mouth before he swallowed down his wish, "I hope my wife would treat me well".

'It seems that this wish never comes true every year. Why don't I change it this year?' he thought.

"I hope Ruth can come back and fly paper planes with me," was Zorion's wish.

Of course, although his mouth was moving, his words were silent.

After he made his wish, the crowd dispersed.

Before she left, Madam Quartley said, "Tremaine, since you have decided to be with Qiana, then you have to live with her in the future. Why don't you let Qiana go to your place tonight?" Tremaine's tone was light when he gave his reply, "We'll talk about it after the wedding."

Madam Quartley wanted to say more on the matter, but after much thought, she decided not to.

Anyway, since Tremaine had compromised, she would not push him any further.

Instead, she said, "Since you gave your word to hold a wedding ceremony, then it will be done. Qiana is a good girl. Tremaine, remember not to let her down."

After Madam Quartley left, Tremaine suddenly felt a little depressed.

His thoughts revolved around Qiana and the upcoming wedding.

It was all just a play, all in order to give Qiana a recompense, to provide Montez with a complete family, but it felt like his heart was being crushed by a large, heavy boulder. Wedding...

There had once been a wedding where he would get married with that woman, a grand and glamorous wedding he had been going to give to that woman.

He felt as if his heart had been viciously stabbed by a sharp weapon.

Tremaine immediately shifted his thoughts.

He didn't dare to think any deeper about it.

If he thought about it anymore, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to control himself.

Tremaine went towards the rooftop.

He suddenly wanted to smoke a few cigarettes.

He rarely smoked, but he suddenly wanted to smoke that night.

Because cigarettes were like wine during certain times, in which they could alleviate one's worries.

Moreover, the last time he got drunk he'd somehow slept with Qiana. After all that, he would never touch a drop of alcohol again.

At the same time, Zorion went back to his bedroom.

Yuliana was applying a facial mask in front of the vanity mirror.

The facial mask was given to her by Qiana.

Ever since Yuliana had revealed the video, Qiana had sent Yuliana some things from time to time. They were all good items, hence Yuliana always received them.

Zorion walked behind Yuliana. He looked at her in the mirror and commented with a foolish laugh, "My wife is so pretty."

Yuliana gave a cold snort. "You can tell I'm pretty even with the facial mask on?"

Zorion replied seriously, "Still pretty, because even if I can't see your face, my wife is the prettiest ever." "Get lost!" Yuliana pulled a long face. "You don't

even know how to talk. Get lost!"

Actually, there was nothing wrong with his words. If it were other men who said these words, it would make people blush and their hearts beat faster. But when Zorion said it out loud, all Yuliana felt was annoyance. She hated Zorion.

Therefore, no matter what he said, it was all repulsive to her.

He came out wrong, he died wrong, even his breathing was wrong.

At Yuliana's angry look, Zorion was stupefied.

An injured expression flashed across his face.

He thought that if he said that, Yuliana would be happy.

He really thought that it would make Yuliana happy.

The previous day, when Zorion was playing alone, he'd accidentally seen a maid who was busy applying a facial mask. Coincidentally, the maid's husband was the gardener of the Quartley Palace. He came to find the maid and remarked that the maid was really beautiful. At that time, the maid had retorted on how he could see it behind the mask. The maid's husband replied that even if he couldn't see her face, his wife was the most beautiful.

When she heard his words, the maid laughed in delight.

She threw herself into her husband's arms and said, "When were you so good with your words?"

Zorion saw the whole process.

He wondered if Yuliana was always unhappy because he couldn't speak well. If he could speak like that, would Yuliana be as happy as this maid?

Zorion silently memorized what the female servant's husband had said.

Because he knew that Yuliana wore a facial mask every night.

Zorion knew that he was stupid. In order to avoid making mistakes, he repeated the words in his mind again and again. Even when he had dinner on his birthday that night, he chanted it in his heart except for when he was cutting the birthday cake and made his wish

When he returned to the bedroom, he saw that Xuliana was really applying the facial mask as usual and spouted out the words like he practiced. He thought that Yuliana would be as happy as the majd, but who would have thought it wasn't So.

Not only was she unhappy, but she also told him to get lost.

Zorion walked out the door, but after a few steps, he couldn't reconcile himself to the situation.

He turned back to look at Yuliana. "Dear, why aren't you happy?"

Yuliana raised her voice. "Why should I be happy?"

Zorion explained, "I praised you for being goodlooking, so you should be happy. From what I saw, when others praised their wives, the wives would be happy."

A look of disdain flashed across Yuliana's eyes. "Well, no one else has a husband as stupid as you! Get lost, get lost now!"

Now that Yuliana had Qiana as her trump card, there was nothing she was afraid to do anymore.

Zorion's face turned pale.

He lowered his head and said softly, "Dear, it's my birthday today. I thought you would also be happy and be nicer to me."

There was no response.

Yuliana continued to pat her face in front of the mirror without a single look back at him.

Zorion silently walked out of the bedroom.

Afterwards, Zorion didn't know where to go. As luck would have it, he arrived at the rooftop.

The rooftop of the Quartley Palace was very spacious without any form of restrictions.

When he stood on the rooftop, he could not only see the night scene of Nashaland in its entirety, but also feel extremely comfortable when the night wind blew. Zorion wanted to feel the wind in his face, but he didn't expect to see Tremaine on the rooftop.

Tremaine was smoking.

A cloud of smoke lingered in the air, which made Tremaine's excessively handsome face seem somewhat surreal.

"Tremaine," Zorion opened his eyes wide. "You know how to smoke."

He had never seen Tremaine smoke before.

When he saw Zorion had come, Tremaine snuffed the cigarette in his hand.

That little bit of ember was extinguished in an instant.

At this moment, the floor of the rooftop was covered with ashes and cigarette butts.

Tremaine had just smoked a lot of cigarettes.

"Mm." Tremaine replied flatly.

"Tremaine, smoking is bad for your health," Zorion blurted out after much thought.

"Mm."

Zorion didn't know what else to say. In the next moment, a sentence came to his ears, "Big brother Zorion, happy birthday."

Zorion felt a warmth in his heart.

He knew that although his brother had always been cold, he was very kind to him.

He said, "Today is my birthday. I'm happy. Everyone should also be happy."

In fact, he was not happy that day.

He was happy at first, especially when he thought about what the male servant had said to the maid and memorized it in his heart. He thought about how when he would say these words, Yuliana would also be happy. When she was, it would make the occasion even happier.