My Heart only Beats for You novel Chapter 1852

Yesseca laid on the bed and covered herself with a thin blanket.

She'd planned on sleeping, but she opened her eyes a short white later.

She felt that something was amiss.

Her body felt a little strange.

Yesseca reached out a hand and ran it over her body. Suddenly, something dawned on her.

She was running her hand over where Tremaine had touched her earlier.

My God!

Her face turned crimson.

What was wrong with her!

She put her hand on her face.

It was burning hot.

She felt close to tears.

What was she doing, running her hand over where Tremaine had touched her?

Had she been influenced by him?

Yesseca suddenly became very nervous.

She was praying that Tremaine would not come

in.

If he were to come in and see her blushing, he would ask her what was wrong. How would she explain this to him?!

Tremaine didn't go into Yesseca's bedroom anymore.

This was because he and Hogan had remained in confrontation for the whole night.

At first, Tremaine had felt a little antsy at the thought of Yesseca waiting for him in bed, but thanks to Hogan's constant muttering, Tremaine forgot about her.

He only had one thought, which was to shut Hogan up.

Hogan repeated himself throughout the night.

He kept telling Tremaine not to marry Yesseca, his face stoic.

Throughout the night, Tremaine had twenty cups of coffee.

The next day finally arrived.

When the sunlight started to shine in through the windows, Hogan said to Tremaine, "Mr. Tremaine, you should get some rest. I'll be taking my leave now."

Tremaine did not know how to react.

He wanted to curse at him!

Rest?

How could he possibly rest?

He had to go to the Presidential Palace!

Tremaine gnashed his teeth. "You're a wonder, Mr. Welmert!"

His eyes and tone were both murderous.

If it were anyone else, they would have long been frightened out of their wits.

However, Hogan was not an ordinary person.

He turned and left as if he hadn't seen a thing.

After Hogan left, Tremaine got ready to go the Presidential Palace.

Before he left, he went to Yesseca's bedroom.

Yesseca was still sleeping.

She had half-buried her face in the pillow with her hair fanned out. She looked absolutely ravishing.

Tremaine placed his hand against her face, and it felt like the smoothest silk.

His eyes flashed and his Adam's apple bobbed.

At this moment, to Tremaine, Yesseca was not a person. She was a delicacy.

Unfortunately, it was a delicacy that he could not partake in just yet.

He knew that if he were to have her, it would take a long time. He wouldn't be able to get to the Presidential Palace.