My Heart only Beats for You

Natalie was relieved to hear Yvonne say that.

She patted Yvonne's shoulder comfortingly, "Yvonne, it's good that you think so." It was getting late.

Eventually, both Natalie and Yvonne went to bed.

However, Yvonne could not fall asleep no matter how hard she tried. Her mind was only filled with thoughts of her role being robbed from her.

Rosalin was the one who stole her part.

Rosalin was far more well-known than Yvonne in the entertainment industry, and her eyes typically wouldn't even lay on such a small project like a web series lead. But because she did not want Yvonne to be the leading actress, she went so far as to accept the role.

And just like that, Yvonne's chance of a lead role was snatched away.

In the darkness, hot tears of angry resentment filled her eyes.

She was so, so close to getting what she has dreamt of her entire life. She hated what had happened to herself. The hatred Yvonne felt towards Rosalin and her d*mned fate was immeasurable, seeping deep in her bones. Yvonne got out of bed. There was no way she could fall asleep this way, so she wanted to go out and get sair.

She walked out of the apartment building. The wind outside was strong, giving Yvonne goosebumps as she was only wearing a coat.

She did not care. She liked the way the breeze blew on her and helping her mind calm down.

When she passed by a private club, Yvonne saw a luxurious car parked outside and recognized the license plate. It was Jenkins's. Yvonne's breathing hitched.

A crazy thought began to plant itself in her mind.

She did not know if it would work this time, but she was willing to give it a shot.

She did not want to be trodden all over like a doormat and humiliated forever.

Although she had said that she would leave the entertainment industry, those were uttered in moments of anger. Deep down, she was not truly ready to leave - at least not like this. Yvonne stood next to the car and waited, the thought growing stronger every second.

After a long while, a man walked down the front stairs.

He was wearing a close-fitting windbreaker, which accentuated his perfect figure.

The night was cold and silent, making him appear even more frigid and intimidating.

When Jenkins reached the front of the car and saw Yvonne, his gaze froze for a brief moment before turning stony.

He opened the door.

Yvonne pulled open the car door at the stand got in the passenger seat.

Jenkins stared at her, his eyes resembled that of a brooding creature, dark and bottomless, void of any feelings. "Mr. Quartley," Yvonne mustered up all her energy and flashed him a smile, "Please givea chance, I promise I'll satisfy you." She paused, then added, "I'm not a virgin anymore." Saying that made her feel particularly ashamed, but she said it anyway.

Jenkins continued to stare at her, the emotions in his dark eyes incomprehensible.

A moment later, he asked coolly, "Are you sure?" "I'm sure." Yvonne answered through gritted teeth. Jenkins sneered.

The car started and sped off into the night like a prowling jaguar.

In a state of despair, a single tear streaked across her face.

But Yvonne's misery disappeared as quickly as it clike a dragonfly skimming the water surface.

There was no way she could turn back after this. At the very moment she entered the industry, there was no turning back.

'k'k'k'k'k'k When Natalie woke up the next day, she did not see Yvonne.

Natalie sighed, thinking that Yvonne must have rushed off for a shoot again.

Natalie knew that Yvonne had a strong character.

She would not admit defeat this easily.

Everyone led their own lives, and Natalie could not force her.

After having snoodles at home, Natalie left for the office.

At noon, when Natalie was about to go to the restaurant with Linda, Benjamin clooking for her.

Natalie's head started to pound again.

Was he going to ask her to go to the president's office again? Tobias used the excuse of needing help with the menu to have a meal with her, so as to develop their relationship and successfully make her his "wife".

Natalie figured that Benjamin was rather generous.

Was he not sad to watch his close friend eat with another woman? It seemed that ordinary people would not be able to understand the world of gay men.

After following Benjamin up, Natalie tried to work out her own thoughts.

She thought of what Remington said the day before. S~EaRch the (F)indwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.

Tobias wanted her to be his "wife" because he thought that she was a lesbian. Perhaps if she made it clear to him that she was not a lesbian, Tobias would not place his focus on her anymore. Thinking of that, Natalie felt much better.

Upon entering the president's office, she found that there were two food containers on the table.

The tantalizing aroma of the Tupperware's contents wafted out the moment she opened the lids.

"I don't like sweet and sour ribs that much. You can pick out all the shredded pork with sweet bean sauce and eat them," Tobias said with a smile.

Natalie gulped down her own saliva. Why was it her favorite again? Natalie sat down and began to dig in at once.

After taking a bite, she raised her small face and said, "Mr. Whitlock, if you don't like it, you should just ask the chef not to make it." Her words were particularly tactful.

Although the food Tobias brought was rather delicious, she still ate with a sense of unease.

A deep gleam flashed in Tobias' eyes, "I prefer eating with you." Natalie's eyelashes fluttered.

And there it was, Tobias had stated his real purpose.

Needing help with the menu was obviously an excuse. Clearly, he om wanted to eat together to enhance O their relationship, so as to build a good foundation for her to be his "wife". "Mr. Whitlock, actually I really like the feeling of going to a restaurant." Natalie said with a dry smile.

"Alright then, next tI'll go to the restaurant with you." Tobias's reply was clear and shallow.

Tobias wanted to go to the restaurant with her? Forget it then. If they went, Natalie would undoubtedly receive all sorts of death stares. She would rather sit here and eat.

Natalie let out an inward sigh and continued eating.

She noticed that Tobias did not seem to be eating anything, but rather had been staring at her the whole time.

The look in his eyes was gentle, as if it was filled with water.

Natalie could not take his piercing gaze anymore. It felt like she was sitting on a carpet full of needles and gave her goosebumps. "Mr. Whitlock, can you please stop looking at me?" Natalie asked gingerly, pulling a long face.

His intent stare made her nervous and somewhat alarmed.

The corners of Tobias' lips curled up slightly, "Natalie, you're really pretty." "But there's plenty of people in this company prettier than me." "Not as much as you." He gave a nonchalant shrug.

The tone was so sincere and serious that Natalie almost believed he was telling the truth.

Biting the tip of her tongue, she tried to cback to her senses.

"Natalie, oh, Natalie, you can't let yourself fall any deeper." She reminded herself.

Although the president was handsand soft-spoken, she must not take it all seriously!

She thought, "He's doing this for a reason, he just wants to trick you into becoming his wife. Natalie, you can't fall for this like an absolute fool." Looking at Natalie's restless eyes, Tobias felt a ripple in his heart.

He wondered what wicked idea was forming in Natalie's mind this time.

Every tNatalie thought about something, her eyes would jumpily wander around.

"Natalie, what are you thinking about?" Tobias gazed fixedly at Natalie.

Natalie's head spinned. How did he know that she was thinking about something? No wonder he could be admired as such an intelligent boss.

However, Natalie did not dare tell Tobias what she was thinking.

She shifted the topic to the man in front of her instead, asking, "I was just wondering about what you're thinking." X