My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey)

This wasn't an easily handled matter, which was why she needed to be meticulous and slowly carried out her plan.

However, she was still more than confident of her success. After all, she was able to frame Yesseca, forcefully break their relationship and chase her out of Nashaland. That being said and done, what was killing off one Yuliana! Qiana's eyes flickered at the thought, a poisonous flame within that licked its depths like a tongue of a snake.

Yuliana, this idiot. She could have lived well and been the first young Madam in the Quartley Palace. However, she insisted on courting death and dared to plot against her, Qiana! Hehe!

What a joke!

Did she think that Qiana was so easily bullied?

The more aggrieved she was, the more miserably Yuliana would die in the future!

Qiana returned to her bedroom when she suddenly thought of something.

She quickly went to make a cup of hot coffee, then headed for the study.

The number of times that Tremaine returned to the Quartley Palace could be counted on one hand. It was precisely because of this reason that she had to put on a good performance. There was a knock on the door.

Her voice came gently behind it.

Every note of it was soft and light, its sound hit the door like raindrops that fell onto the river.

After a while, Tremaine's voice came through, "Come in."

Qiana proceeded to walk in with the coffee.

She was wearing pajamas but it wasn't revealing. On the contrary, it strictly covered every part of her body that not even her arms could be seen.

Qiana knew very well that Tremaine had seen women in all shapes and forms. How could he be easily seduced by beauty?

Therefore, she would not use seduction to entice him.

If she did this, she would gain nothing and let Tremaine be vigilant against her.

"Mr. Tremaine, I'd guessed that you were working in the study. I thought that you'll work until late, hence I brought you a cup of coffee. Hopefully, it could alleviate your stress." With that said, Qiana put the coffee on the desk. Tremaine laid his arm around his documents spread across his desk, but Qiana seemed to pay careful attention when she put down the cup. Her hand did not make contact with his arm at all.

Tremaine gave a faint hum.

Qiana then said, "Montez had fallen asleep. I have spoken with his teacher recently. The teacher said that he has performed well in all aspects, so please rest assured."

"Mm." Tremaine, as usual, didn't say much.

"On another note," Her voice became softer and gentler. "Mr. Tremaine, you are the leader of Nashaland. You are the backbone as well as someone we count on, hence I wanted to make a small request. That is, I hope that you can take good care of yourself. Although work is important, you should not overwork yourself too late, best that you get an early rest."

"Understood." Tremaine finally uttered more than a single word. "You may leave now."

"Yes, Mr. Tremaine." Qiana then turned and left.

Tremain's eyes narrowed as he observed her retreating back intently.

When Qiana first arrived at the palace, he was actually on guard against her.

He was afraid that Qiana would come up with ideas that she shouldn't have.

But there seemed to be none so far.

This woman had abided by the principles and did not cross any boundaries. After a moment, Tremaine's eyes fell on the cup on the table.

The strong aroma of coffee wafted up into his nose.

She was indeed a very gentle woman.

Yesseca had never poured a cup of coffee for him while he worked late into the night. She would never gently remind him that he was someone that the people of Nashaland would rely on, and thus should pay attention to his health. She could only make all kinds of strange desserts, which made his stomach churn with the urge to throw up.

But-

Tremaine suddenly shot up from his seat.

He picked up the cup, walked towards the window, and poured out all the coffee that was inside.

But no matter how gentle other women were or how much better they did compared to Yesseca, he only had that one woman in his heart.

Even if he knew that it was impossible between

them now.

However, Yesseca would forever hold a special place in his heart. No one could replace it.

No matter how well Qiana did, it was unnecessary in his eyes.

Ruth returned to her apartment.

She held a small paper box in her hand.

Once inside, Ruth opened the paper box, which contained a small cream cake.

She took it out and placed some candles on it.

The candles were tiny in size, and there were thirty-one in total.

This year, Zorion was thirty-one years old.

Ruth lit all the candles.

She touched her bulging belly with a smile on her face. "Baby, let's wish Dad a happy birthday together."

Then she added in a low voice, "Mr. Zorion, I wish you a happy birthday."

She then closed her eyes and prayed, "I hope you can live happily every day in the future."

Afterwards, she blew out the candles.

And began to eat the birthday cake.

Zorion was not there, hence she could only eat the birthday cake alone.

As she ate, her eyes suddenly turned red around the edges.

In fact, she really wanted to celebrate Mr. Zorion's birthday with him, but she knew that there would be no chance of that happening.

The previous year, she had

accompanied Zorion to celebrate his

birthday together. At that time, she

made a wish in her heart, where she

hoped that for every birthday

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come, she would always be there to celebrate it with him

But who knew that barely a year later, she would leave the Quartley Palace.

The birthday cake was finally finished.

Ruth stood up.

She walked out onto the balcony.

Although the apartment was small, it at least came with this small balcony.

Ruth looked towards the west in a certain direction.

It was where the Quartley Palace was located.

Of course, from where she stood, she couldn't see the palace at all.

However, the outline of the palace as well as Zorion appeared faintly in her mind's eye.

Ruth suddenly felt a little miserable the more she looked.

Therefore, she lowered her head and no longer wanted to look.

Just as she was about to leave the balcony and return to her room, a sentence resounded all of a sudden in her ear.

It was what Tremaine had said.

It was during the time when the

whole of Nashaland was opposed to Tremaine and Yesseca's

relationship. Due to these words, et

Tremaine won over the people's hearts, which helped to overturn those who were against them to support them instead.

That sentence stated that everyone was equal.

Even nobles and civilians could be together.

At that time, these words made Ruth's blood boil.

But now that she suddenly thought about it, it was just too ridiculous.

How could there be equality between the people?

All men were destined for inequality.

Their class had been predetermined since their birth.

It could never be changed.

A bitter smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

The next day soon arrived.

Matthew once again sought out Preslie.

He interrogated her about some matters pertaining to Tremaine and Yesseca.

He had thought long and hard about it the previous night. He still felt that the matter between Tremaine and Yesseca was not so simple. He feared that there was something that he had missed, until he couldn't help but question it.

Yesseca gave Tremaine's son some meat broth that she had prepared, only something had gone wrong with it.

Further details on the matter was not something that Preslie herself would know, thus she could only give Matthew a general idea.