My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey) novel Chapter 1572

"Why do I have to leave, but you get to stay?" Montez asked.

"I'm going to apply the medicine on her." Tremaine replied curtly.

Montez wasn't convinced. "Daddy, I can do that myself. Give me the medicine."

"You!" Tremaine glared at Montez, he looked furious.

Montez stubbornly glared back in silence.

He felt deeply insulted.

Montez's neck turned red. "I can do it! I can do it!"

"Stop acting like a fool and get out!" Tremaine said sternly.

Montez was scared of Tremain and quickly ran out of the room.

Only Tremaine and Yesseca were left inside.

Yesseca felt flustered, but at the same time not.

She was stunned by what Tremaine had said earlier, but then realized what he meant. This was his way of showing that he cared about her, he probably couldn't say it outright. Then again she was probably overthinking things.

But even after telling herself that, when she saw Tremaine, her heart started beating faster.

In order to ease the tension in her heart, Yesseca coughed and asked, "Why did you tell Montez to leave? You could have let him stay and watch."

Yesseca did feel that Tremaine was much too strict with Montez sometimes.

Like just now. There was no need for him to get so upset because Montez wouldn't leave.

Tremaine looked at Montez and said gently, "Montez adores you way too much. He'd be very sad to see you in pain after I've applied the medicine on your wound."

She held her breath.

Seeing Tremaine's indifferent expression, she realized that she had misjudged him.

Tremaine said that he chased Montez away because he would have made a fool of himself in front of her.

That wasn't the case at all.

He was afraid that Montez would feel uncomfortable.

"Why didn't you just tell him that? Why cause such a misunderstanding?" Yesseca felt compelled to ask him these questions.

Tremaine must have hated having to do that to

Montez. The little kid must be very angry at him right now.

Tremaine maintained his look of indifference. "It's just a misunderstanding. Everyone in the world is misunderstood anyway."

Yesseca stayed quiet.

Tremaine stood next to her and said, "Get ready. I'm going to apply the medicine now."

Yesseca was a little nervous. "Why are you applying the ointment on me? Shouldn't the doctor do it?"

"Since I'm here, I'll do it." Tremaine opened the lid of the reserve ointment. "This will hurt a little."

Yesseca asked pitifully, "What should I do?"

"Just deal with it."

Yesseca stared at him in silence.

She looked at Tremaine resentfully. Wasn't that the same as not saying anything at all?

"Can't you say something nice to comfort me?" Yesseca asked.

"Wouldn't it hurt more if I didn't tell you it did?"

Yesseca was speechless again.

She reasoned, "Although it'll hurt, at least I'd feel better about it."

As she talked, Tremaine cleaned Yesseca's wound with a medical swab.

She frowned in pain.

That was really uncomfortable.

"Does it hurt?" Tremaine looked at Yesseca.

She grit her teeth and replied, "Nonsense."

How could it not hurt? Her arm was burning hot. She really hoped that there wouldn't be a scar.

She heard from the doctor that Tremaine had specially brought in this medicine. She thought that the medicine must be very good. It might be good enough to prevent her from getting a scar.

He'd obviously done this with other people before, but with Yesseca, it was different. Every time she winced in pain, he felt a sting in his heart.

In order to prevent a scar from forming on Yesseca's arm, he had to use a good amount of the reserve ointment.

He had used up all three boxes of the reserve ointment for only half of her arm.

"You won't have to worry about the scar with this medicine." Tremaine said to her.

Yesseca was delighted to hear that.

Young girls loved being beautiful, and she was no exception.

"This medicine must be very valuable, isn't it?" Yesseca admitted, "It's such a waste to have used so much. You could have used less."

"It won't be a waste if it's for you."

Yesseca held her breath as an intoxicatingly sweet feeling erupted from her heart.

Well, that was very nice to hear.

Tremaine was a really nice person, the more they got along, the better she found him.

Yesseca was about to stand up when she suddenly realized something. She looked at Tremaine and asked, "Mr. Quartley, what time did you leave my apartment last night?"

"Why do you keep asking me that?"

"You watched over me the entire night, didn't you?" Yesseca pressed. "Montez told me you got home at eight in the morning. Mr. Quartley, did you actually stay the whole night?"

Tremaine directly into Yesseca's eyes and said firmly, "Are you asking if I sat by your bed and watched you for the entire night?"

She was stunned as this turn around.

Her face blushed red as she fiddled with her fingers. "Well, yes, that sounds about right. Tell me your answer."

Tremaine flashed her a mocking smile and said, "You think a man would stay up all night to look at that unattractive body of yours?"

Yesseca was quiet for a moment.

She stressed every word, "Tremaine Quartley you, are, too, much!"

Tremaine was satisfied at her response.

He patted her head with his hand and said, "Good, call me that from now on."