My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey)

Yesseca nodded. "We should do the expansion first and observe for some time before we open a branch." Preslie licked her lips.

She suddenly had a strong hunch for some reason.

That was, in a month, their business would still be booming and that their ambition would come to fruition.

"Yesseca." Preslie wore a dreamy expression on her face. "I don't know why, but I have a hunch our shop will grow bigger and bigger. Perhaps even like what your brother-in-law said, we'd bring our patisserie to the whole world. We'd become presidents by then, wouldn't we?"

"No," Preslie rephrased her words, "Domineering presidents."

Yesseca chuckled.

"Don't laugh. I'm serious." Preslie admonished anxiously.

Hearing that, Yesseca pulled a straight face. "Okay, I'll be serious. If we're can really go that far, then we'd indeed be presidents, but certainly not

domineering.

Preslie giggled.

She then mumbled, "We'd be worthy of anyone when we have such a successful career, even becoming presidents, right?"

Yesseca didn't hear what Preslie mumbled.

She leaned closer, asking, "What did you just say?"

Preslie immediately shook her head. "Nothing, hehe, nothing at all.

Meanwhile, a black Bentley pulled over near the store.

Tremaine sat in the back seat.

This time, his chauffeur wasn't Sheldon but a tall man dressed in black.

"Mr. Tremaine, we're here." The man respectfully intoned after he parked the car.

Tremaine nodded, "Go in and buy everything."

"Yes, Mr. Tremaine."

About ten minutes later, the man entered the car with bags of all sizes.

"How many people were in there?" Tremaine inquired.

"Two, Mr. Tremaine." The man replied. "One is in charge of collecting the money while the other packs. They're both women. One is petite, and the other is a little plump." Tremaine didn't need more to know they were Yesseca and Preslie.

"How are they?" Tremaine asked with a fathomless gaze.

"They're doing good. They were joyous when I went in, having a good chat."

Tremaine nodded.

He asked the man to give him a paper bag.

Inside was filled with all kinds of pastries.

Tremaine took a pastry out and took a bite.

Sweetness pervaded his mouth, making him want more.

Strange.

He hated eating these the most, yet he now thought they were the best thing he had ever eaten in his life.

If possible...

He hoped Yesseca would make them for him every day.

He would never get tired of it.

The chauffeur's heart thumped erratically as he observed Mr. Tremaine devour the pastry.

Since when had he developed a liking for pastries that only young girls loved?

How unbelievable.

That evening, Tremaine returned to the Quartley Palace.

He gave Montez a bag of pastries.

Montez enjoyed them very much.

"Daddy, where did you buy them? How are they so good?" he asked.

After a moment of silence, Tremaine replied, "Because they're made by the most beautiful, kindest girl in the

world, that's why they're delicious."

Montez didn't quite understand what his father was saying.

Tremaine patted his son's head, "Go ahead, have some more if you like them."

Seeing that his father was leaving, Montez spoke up, "Daddy, I don't think they'll last me until tomorrow. Cangou Can you buy some more for me?"

Hearing that, Tremaine stopped in his tracks.

He looked back at his son. "Then how about I invite the patissiere over?"