My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey)



Although he was glad, he was not overjoyed.

Other than feeling happy, there were complex emotions lingering in his heart.

As for what this meant, even Montez himself could not explain it clearly.

To make a good chicken soup, the secret would of course to use chicken.

There was high quality meat in Quartley Palace imported from Japan. They were all kept in the freezer.

But frozen chicken didn't work well in order to cook a good pot of soup.

Fresh meat worked the best.

The only place to find fresh meat was at the market.

Yesseca knew that markets in Agaphen City sold freshly butchered meat but she didn't know if they sold it here in Nashaland.

Yesseca went on the Inte to check and was delighted to find that they did sell them here.

There was fresh chicken sold in a market in

Nashaland.

Yesseca made a call to Preslie.

It just so happened that Preslie was taking leave that day. She asked Preslie to accompany her.

Preslie agreed immediately.

Just as she was about to leave Quartley Palace, Yesseca once again met Qiana.

She told Qiana that she was going to the market to buy chicken.

"That's too troublesome. Quartley Palace already has frozen meat," Qiana immediately said.

Yesseca shook her head. "It's better to get them from the market. Fresher chicken is better." Qiana said, "Why don't I go, Miss Cowell? You should rest in Quartley Palace. I'll go and buy it." Yesseca rejected her offer.

She said, "You should stay and take care of Montez. I'll go to the market. It's nothing much."

Only then did Qiana agree.

When Yesseca left, a calculating gleam flashed through Qiana's eyes.

Initially, she thought Yesseca would use the ingredients found in Quartley Palace to cook but she didn't expect Yesseca to go to the market herself. Her plan needed to be changed.

Qiana had originally planned to ask for Yuliana's help but she decided against it.

When it was time to make use of Yuliana, she would do it, but this was not the time.

If Yuliana was involved in the plan, she would know that Qiana was the one that had been harming Montez.

There were some things Yuliana could be privy to, but not the fact that Montez wasn't her biological son.

Yesseca asked the driver to drive her to where Preslie was staying.

Preslie had been waiting at the gate of her neighborhood.

It was only after getting on the car that Preslie found out that the "shopping trip" was actually a trip to buy chicken.

She was puzzled.

Preslie said, "Yesseca, I thought we were going to go shopping! Why would you want to go to the market to buy pork? I'm confused. A president's wife personally going down to the market personally to buy pork. People would laugh if they knew."

Yesseca was rendered speechless for a moment.

She said, "Don't tease me. Tremaine and I are not officially married yet. The last wedding was messed up and we have yet to hold a wedding, so I am not formally his wife yet. Besides, can't a president's wife buy pork?"

Preslie didn't know what to say.

Finally, she muttered, "We can do whatever as long as you're happy."

Yesseca smiled.

The car headed for the market.

Hearing Yesseca and Preslie's conversation, the driver was a little nervous. After all, it was the first time that the driver had seen his mistress heading to the market personally to buy meat.

Quartley Palace had servants that were in charge of cooking. Yesseca did not even need to go out to the market herself.

In a blink of an eye, they had arrived.

Yesseca and Preslie got off the car and asked the driver to wait for them at the entrance.

Just as Yesseca was carefully

selecting the freshest cut of chicken,

Preslie whispered, "Yesseca, I don't

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believe that they have run out of chicken in the Quartley Palace. place like that should have all the freshest ingredients from all around the world shipped to them right? Why are you here, in the market?"

Yesseca explained, "Of course, they have that but it's frozen and even if the quality of the chicken is good, it can't compare to the fresh meat we can get here."

Preslie said nothing.

Watching the butcher getting the meat ready, Preslie almost threw up.

Preslie held onto Yesseca's hand once she was done buying. When they walked out of the market, Preslie said, "I admire you. I like to eat chicken but I wouldn't be able to come to the market myself to buy it. Looking at the blood splatters scares me."

Preslie felt that she was a true foodie but compared to Yesseca, she was nothing.

Yesseca shook her head. "No, I'm making some chicken soup for Montez. I'm not doing it for myself."

Preslie was surprised as she asked,

"Didn't you tell me that Qiana is here now? In order to avoid trouble and avoid Qiana from feeling uncomfortable with you, didn't, want to keep a distance from

Montez? Why are you cooking for

Montez again? Aren't you afraid that

Qiana will overthink?"

Yesseca sighed and then told her what had happened in the past two days.

Preslie was puzzled to hear this.

She said, "Lactose intolerant? Is Montez really lactose intolerant? Even if that was the case, he wouldn't have diarrhea right? Why do I feel like something is not right?"

"That is indeed the case," Yesseca said.

She believed that Tremaine must have investigated and would not say for no reason that there was something wrong with her cookies.

The suspicion in Preslie's eyes deepened.

She somehow felt that something was wrong.

After thinking for a long time, she suddenly said, "Didn't you say that there was a woman in Quartley Palace who tried to frame you? Mr. Tremaine's brother's wife! Is she the mastermind?"RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Yesseca said no.

She said, "Tremaine said that there was a problem with my cookies, and no one but Montez and Qiana had ever touched my biscuits, so it can't be

her."

Since the incident last time, Yuliana had almost been driven out of Quartley Palace by Tremaine. Yuliana herself should have learned from her own mistakes and would be afraid to provoke Yesseca again.

Yesseca believed that it would not be Yuliana.

"Furthermore," Yesseca paused for a moment before continuing, "even if she wanted to harm me, she wouldn't dare to harm Montez as well. I'm afraid that she doesn't have the guts to do so."

Preslie's eyes rolled and for some reason, she sputtered, "If it wasn't that woman, would it be Qiana?"

Yesseca paused.

She was speechless hearing Preslie's words.

Yesseca glared at her, "Preslie, don't mess around. Qiana is a good person. She wouldn't harm me. Even if she wanted to harm me, why would she want to hurt Montez? Montez is her biological son, which mother on earth would hurt their own son?

It was Preslie's turn to pause.

She smiled, embarrassed.

Montez was Qiana's son.

No matter how wicked Qiana was, it was impossible for her to hurt her own son for her own selfish reasons.