My Heart only Beats for You

Natalie represented Yvonne's most cherished college days.

She did not want to taint the memories of the good old days, still pure as snow. Naturally, it was unbearable and impossible for Yvonne to tell her at all.

"My schedule has been quite tight lately, so the company will arrange a place forto stay." Yvonne hedged, uttering her words with care. "Doesn't this mean we can no longer rent this place?" Natalie sighed with a tinge of regret.

Yvonne shook her head, "No, we can still get together occasionally. It'd be nice to have a place where we can meet and cook meals together." Upon hearing Yvonne's reassurance, Natalie lightened up once again.

She hugged Yvonne and beamed, "That's great. Yvonne, we must meet often." Yvonne nodded forcefully, "Sure." Yvonne and Natalie had a heart-to-heart chat all the way until nighttime.

Originally, Natalie had wanted to sleep in the apartment with Yvonne. But Hayden called her and said that he wanted Natalie to put him to bed, claiming that she had not accompanied him to sleep for the past two nights.

Natalie had no choice but to return to the villa.

Yvonne was a little confused as she watched Natalie's departing figure.

Was that child, Hayden, Natalie's? Just as she was mulling it over, she received a phone call.

"Yvonne, I've gotten word of Jenkins's schedule. He's free tonight and will be at his home." It was a call from Penney.

Yvonne's heart skipped a beat.

During that period of time, she had made up her mind to marry Jenkins.

Unfortunately, Jenkins had not contacted her since their last encounter.

It made Yvonne doubt whether she had just solely hallucinated what Jenkins had said to her.

Jenkins was a busy man, to even meet with him was an arduous task itself. Now that he was at home, Yvonne simply could not miss the opportunity.

Intentionally changing into a form-fitting bodycon dress that showed off her curves, Yvonne hurried off to the Quartley family's house.

The butler opened the door.

Seeing Yvonne, he asked stiffly, "What is it?" Yvonne smiled and said, "Hello, I'm looking for Mr. Quartley." The butler gave Yvonne one last glance before going off to report her arrival.

After a while, the butler returned and called her in.

Even though she had already been there once, Yvonne still felt nervous.

Upon entering the living room, Yvonne saw Jenkins.

The man was standing in front of an oil painting, his back radiating a sense of loneliness.

Yvonne stepped forward and called softly, "Sir." The man did not look back at her nor did he speak.

But Jenkins must have heard her.

Yvonne stood at the side, waiting.

After a long time, Jenkins finally turned around.

His cold gaze swept over Yvonne, "It's you." Yvonne felt as if all the air was knocked out from her lungs. She tried to breathe as normally as she could.

Every tshe saw Jenkins, she would still feel unnerved and intimidated.

Having been in this line of work for so long, she had met many big shots, but Jenkins's daunting aura was a class of his own.

She had only seen such formidability in two men her whole life.

One was Jenkins, and the other was Tobias.

But unlike Tobias, Jenkins emitted an even stronger air of coldness, so icy that it could make someone's hair stand on end and curdle their blood.

The man could literally be the ruler of the underworld.

"Sir, it's me." Yvonne forced a smile, repeating.

"Is something the matter?" "Sir, I've thought about what you said last time, and I've decided to marry you." Yvonne said.

Jenkins's lips curled up coolly. "Okay." He spared her all the unnecessary talk and simply cut to the chase.

After that, Jenkins asked Yvonne to go with him to register their marriage.

Yvonne was startled for a second and could only blink in response.

How could they register their marriage in the middle of the night? When they reached the registration office, she was surprised to find that the staff were still around.

Yvonne found something to be strange.

If Jenkins was capable of having the staff register his marriage so late at night, he should be able to get the registration done without them being there in person. So, why did he personally make the trip? When they took their wedding photos, Jenkins's marble-like features were as stony as ever. The photographer wanted Jenkins to smile, but he was too afraid of him to ask so.

The photographer had no choice but to signal Yvonne with his eyes as subtle as he could.

In her most charming tone, Yvonne said, "Sir, we're here to take wedding photos. Can you please smile a little?" Jenkins's face muscles gave no reaction; they were as hostile and aloof as ever.

Yvonne let out an inward sigh.

She had never in her life seen a man as cold blooded as Jenkins. He was practically a living dead, albeit an extremely attractive one.

Having been in the entertainment industry for a long time, Yvonne had watched and learned other actresses' ways with men.

But she had never put them into practice.

After all, Yvonne had not reached that point of last resort.

Now that she was married to Jenkins, she had to learn to appeal herself to him.

Yvonne put on a winning smile, "Sir, how about this? I'll give you a kiss and you'll givea smile." With that, she placed a quick smooch on his face.

His skin felt as smooth as fine silk.

Even though she was used to seeing all kinds of highly attractive actors and actresses, Yvonne had to admit that there was no competition when it cto Jenkins's complexion. It was a pity that he was a businessman instead of an actor.

Otherwise, with his appearance, he would undoubtedly be the most popular male celebrity dominating the entire industry.

Yvonne's eyes twinkled as she smiled at Jenkins.

After all, the longer one was in the industry, the better one would be at being thick-skinned.

The sfrigid look remained on Jenkins' face.

"I'll give you another kiss then." Yvonne leaned in, but her hand was suddenly held in a tight grip. Słaïch The And.n't website on Gøøgl to access chapters of early and in the highest quality. He did not use much strength, but it was not a light grip either.

"That's enough," he growled in a low voice.

Immediately, Yvonne snapped her mouth shut and dared not overstep.

When the marriage certificate was in her hands, her heart that had been stuck in her throat finally calmed. Although Jenkins's appearance was out of this world, his expression was far too solemn.

But Yvonne quickly consoled herself.

Their marriage was just a deal they had made. It was not a real marriage.

However, even if it was an arrangement, Yvonne still wanted to do her job well.

For example, by sleeping with Jenkins.

She had already cso far, so naturally, she would do all she must.

That night, she followed Jenkins into the bedroom.

"What are you doing here?" Jenkins raised his delicate eyebrows and asked sharply.

Yvonne froze.

Were they not going to sleep together even though they were married? She forced a smile, "I'm here to fulfill my spousal responsibilities." A strange look flashed across Jenkins's eyes, "Spousal responsibilities?" Yvonne walked over slowly and gingerly loosened the buttons on Jenkins's shirt.

"Sir, I will be a good wife. Don't worry." She pretended to act calm and elegant, but her fingertips were shaking uncontrollably. After all, she had never done such a thing before.

But she had to start learning how.

Now that she was married to Jenkins, pleasing him had becher topmost priority.

Since she had already sacrificed so much, she must now get rid of all the shyness and disobligation. There was no longer space for any of that. One by one, the buttons cundone.

A flash of surprise appeared on Yvonne's face.

Jenkins's figure was so gorgeous that it left her awestruck. It was practically perfect.

His abs and biceps were strong and well-proportioned, and sparts even gleamed under the dim lights. "Are you done looking?" A cold voice suddenly sounded in her ear.

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