My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey) novel Chapter 1469

She didn't forget to remind Erine, "Erine, Since Matthew hasn't been in a good mood lately, try to make up for it by giving him a better diet."

"Miss Godfrey, don't worry, I got it." Erine answered immediately.

As she was about to hang up the phone, Erine added, "Miss Godfrey, I still have a question. Where is Miss Whitlock now? When will she come back?"

Natalie's grip on the phone tightened.

She raised her voice and said, "Erine, didn't I tell you last time? Stop asking about Selina. She will never come back."

Erine sighed heavily. "Miss Godfrey, I'll be honest. Mr. Matthew has been sleeping in another bedroom, but no one is allowed to clean the bedroom he shared with Miss Whitlock. I saw him in the bedroom for two whole hours before he came out."

Natalie's heart ached when she heard what Erine said.

But she had to hold back. "Well, Erine, don't mention Selina next time, especially not in front of Matthew, else you would just make him sad."

"You really want me to eat this worm?" Lothar looked at Essie in shock.

Essie nodded. "Yes, but not now. This worm is still too young. You can swallow it in a while."

Lothar was disgusted at the sight of the wriggling worm.

He said to Essie, "Can I not eat it, Essie?"

After that, Lothar winked at Essie charmingly.

Lothar's face turned red again.

He had forgotten that he was no longer the handsome guy he used to be. Now he was an old man acting cute to a young girl. He was just as disgusting as the wriggling worm.

However, Essie's eyes lit up. "Your wink was just like in the TV series. It was extremely charming. I'm so fascinated by you, I..."

Essie stopped talking.

Her face suddenly turned red.

How could she get so excited and say such embarrassing words?

Hearing Essie's words, Lothar laughed bitterly, "Stop making things difficult for me. How can I be compared to the past? I look like an old man right now."

Essie shook her head at Lothar's words. "Don't say that. Your eyes are still beautiful and bright, just like what I saw on TV."

Lothar thought Essie was joking, but when he saw the seriousness in Essie's eyes, he froze.

Essie seemed to be serious.

Lothar was touched.

He didn't expect anyone to be a fan of his menial role.

"Then, when can I eat it?" A moment later, Lothar changed the subject.

He felt a little embarrassed.

"Half a month later," Essie gave a timeframe, "You can eat it by then."

Lothar was a little skeptical. "Does this work? Will this help me recover my appearances? This is amazing."

Essie said with pride. "Of course, this is magic."

"Doesn't that mean all the old people can return to their youth after swallowing a single worm?" Lothar asked.

"Of course not," Essie said. "It's because you're not an old man. Your physical body is still young. In order to save your life, I had to use some special skills which made your appearance older."

Lothar was still confused.

"By the way, didn't you say you wanted to go to the city? Aren't you leaving soon?" Essie said, recalling what Lothar had told her last night.

After being reminded by Essie, Lothar hurried out of the door. "I almost forgot. I'll go now."

His plan was to reunite with Yesseca and Selina after he recovered his original appearance.

But he really couldn't stand it anymore.

Lothar was once again speechless.

He was after a beautiful girl?

Such a young boy already knew how to go after girls.

"You're after a beautiful girl? You little punk, what do you know?" Lothar said.

The boy's eyes widened. "What don't I know? I'm after this beautiful girl. She's beautiful unlike you."

Lothar was lost for words.

Creak!

There was the sound of a car pulling over.

The little boy's face suddenly changed.

He was about to run when the car door opened and someone with long legs stepped out.

Lothar was stunned.

The man who got out of the car was extraordinarily handsome, but also exceptionally cold. Lothar couldn't help but shudder.

"Come here." The man opened his thin lips and uttered these two words.

His voice was as cold as his demeanor.

The little boy stuck out his tongue and was reluctant to walk over.

"Dad, please leave. Can you let me stay for a while?" The little boy pleaded.

His look was so pitiful that it almost melted one's heart.

But the little boy's father seemed to have a heart of stone, and his tone was even colder. "Montez, you have forgotten what I said to you!"