My Heart only Beats for You

"Then, who is he?" asked Preslie.

Yesseca licked her dry lips. "You'd better prepare yourself." Preslie placed her hands on her chest and replied, "Yesseca, when I chere yesterday, I noticed how luxurious everything was. I was curious. Is he skind of high ranking official in Nashaland?" Yesseca shook her head and said, "He is the president of Nashaland," Thud! Preslie fell onto the floor.

Yesseca was shocked.

She quickly helped Preslie to her feet, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Preslie, get up." Preslie felt as though all her energy had been drained. She could only get up because Yesseca helped her.

Her mind was a mess.

Everything was a mess.

She thought Tremaine was a high ranking official, but she did not expect him to be the president of Nashaland.

The president! What could this mean? That meant that he would have been a king in ancient times.

Preslie shivered.

She remembered the last tshe rushed at Tremaine with a mop....

Preslie held onto Yesseca. She sounded worried, "Yesseca, I ran at him with a mop. Will he kill me? Will he throwin jail?" Preslie was too flustered and nervous to form a coherent sentence, but Yesseca understood what she meant.

She comforted Preslie immediately, "Don't worry, he didn't take it to heart. Otherwise, he wouldn't have arranged a job for you here. Don't think too much about it," Preslie stood there in silence.

With the help of Yesseca's reassurance, Preslie calmed down. She was starting to believe that Tremaine may not hold the past against her.

However, her heart was still beating fast.

The Simpson family had always been a family of commoners. She never would have thought she would cin contact with a president, let alone enter his house. Preslie was completely taken aback.

After a while, she suddenly turned to look at Yesseca again. She looked at her from head to toe, as if her gaze was going to pierce through Yesseca.

Yesseca was scared.

She said, "Preslie, what's wrong?" Preslie said in all seriousness, "Yesseca, you've been chosen by the president. You're a woman chosen by God. And I'm friends with you. That means God has treatedwell," She always felt like God was unfair to her, but for once she could say that she was being treated right.

The president's woman! And she, a commoner, was friends with her! She would not have had the right to speak to her otherwise! Preslie was the best friend of the president's woman! In that instance, her heart was filled with joy.

Yesseca did not say anything.

She was rendered completely helpless by Preslie's reaction.

A woman chosen by God? "Preslie, please stop exaggerating," said Yesseca.

"I'm not exaggerating." Preslie raised her voice. "Yesseca, do you know how much power he has? How many people love and respect him?" Preslie rambled on, and Yesseca becmore and more baffled with each sentence.

In the end, Preslie's eyes were almost glowing. "Yesseca, this means that you're the first lady! The first lady!" Preslie's last sentence was much louder. It was as though the first lady was not Yesseca, but Preslie instead! Yesseca was stunned when she heard this.

She remembered Tremaine saying something to her before he left in the morning, and he said he would give her an explanation.

Yesseca clenched her fists.

An explanation about what? Did he want to marry her? Would she be the first lady, as Preslie had said? Yesseca didn't even dare to think about it.

The first lady, what would that mean? How could she be so casual about it? Yesseca felt like her mind was in a mess.

She suppressed the bewilderment in her mind and said, "Alright, stop talking. I'm taking you shopping today. If you continue, I don't think we'll be able to go," Preslie held Yesseca's hand and said, "Come, let's go shopping. I'm so excited. Let's go shopping in Nashaland with the first lady." For sreason, when Yesseca heard the words "first lady", she felt uncomfortable.

She looked at Preslie and said, "Enough. You can't say things like that," Preslie lowered her voice. "Yesseca, he cto steal you on your wedding day. He's the president of a country. He could not have done that ona whim! He must have been sure of you, that was why he did it." A magical feeling bloomed inside of her.

Yesseca's heart suddenly beat faster.

She wanted to ask Preslie if this was true. Preslie was so happy that she changed the the topic Xesseca, you're amazing. You're in a relationship with a president. Do you know that woman in Agaphen City, Natalie?

She was a legend because she was a commoner who married into a noble family. That's pretty great, but you, you're with the president..." Yesseca knew she was referring to Natalie Godfrey.

Selina's sister in law.

She made no move to respond.

Preslie's words made her confused again. Her breathing beclabored.

All kinds of indescribable emotions wrapped around her.

At the president's office.

Tremaine was going to have lunch at 12 o'clock.

He usually ate with Sheldon.

Tremaine remembered something during his meal.

Yesseca's request.

He said to Sheldon brusquely, "There is an annoying woman who needs a job and a place to live. See to it that you make the necessary arrangements." Sheldon was confused. This was the first tTremaine had asked him to be in charge of a woman's work and accommodation.

Sheldon asked carefully, "Sir, what kind of job should we find? What kind of accommodation should we arrange for her?" Tremaine looked peeved. "It doesn't matter." Although the way Tremaine responded implied that Sheldon could do whatever, he did not dare to say those words out loud.

"Yes, Sir," said Sheldon.

Tremaine was about to put the topic aside when he suddenly thought of Yesseca's pitiful begging in the morning.