My Heart only Beats for You

The owner of the barbecue stall continued happily, "That rich man offered me a job at this hotel. The money I earn working a day here is as much as I earn in a month at my stall! I'm not the only one here either, the guy who sells meatballs next to my stall is here too. The ingredients are all provided by the hotel while we provide the skills..."

Yesseca listened intently.

No wonder the food tasted so authentic. She had figured out who their mysterious benefactor was. Tremaine had invited them to work here.

The barbeque stall owner said he earned a month's worth of wages from his stall in a single day here! Just how much was Tremaine paying him?

"Well, I still have work to do. I've got to go." The owner of the barbecue stall realized that he had overstayed and needed to leave.

Yesseca nodded. "Take care."

The man took a few steps forward, then suddenly ran back to Yesseca. He lowered his voice and said, "Miss, do you know of any man with this kind of money? He sure is generous."

Yesseca was silent.

She forced out another smile and said, "Well, I haven't a clue."

She didn't mean to lie to him, but she knew that Tremaine definitely didn't want anyone to find out. She might upset him if she mentioned Tremaine's name.

The owner of the barbecue stall walked away with a sad face.

Yesseca went back and took Montez to wash his hands.

When they arrived at the washroom, she first applied some soap on Montez's hand and then lathered them up. While she washed his hands, Yesseca asked, "Montez, did you like the food tonight?"

"Of course." Montez replied happily, "Not only was it delicious, I've no fear of getting a stomachache too."

Yesseca's looked at him with a gentle softness in her eyes.

She understood why Tremaine had spent so much money to invite those stall owners here, it was for Montez.

He knew that Montez loved to eat these dishes, but he was concerned about the cleanliness of the food. So he employed the store owners to cook them here for Montez, so that he wouldn't get a stomachache.

Tremaine was really a good father.

"Yesseca, I don't think it matters whether I think the food tastes good or not." Montez added, "The important thing is whether you think it does."

"I think the food is delicious," Yesseca replied with a smile.

"That's good." Montez chuckled.

At eight o'clock, Tremaine and Montez sent Yesseca home.

Yesseca had the morning shift tomorrow, so she couldn't stay up too late.

While she was in the car, Montez had fallen asleep.

Afraid that Montez might catch a cold, she wrapped him in a blanket and held him in her arms.

was driving the car, looked over at Yesseca and Montez behind

the sleeping Montez. She was caressing his head with a gentle smile

faintly, happy to see

Yesseca adored Montez.

very sincere

recalled that Madam Quartley had told him that Montez needed a

That was true.

really did

for who that would

in his heart,

heard Yesseca's voice as he

soft and

"Yes?."

good father." Yesseca said

Tremaine's eyes trembled.

had never said that

always called him an

course, it wasn't just Yesseca. Many people found his style of parenting much too harsh and unreasonable

Montez. He had thought that no one else would ever understand, that is, until... Tremaine stopped the car when he arrived

Yesseca's apartment building.

at her with a strange look in his eyes. "Hardly anyone thinks that way of

His voice sounded deep.

and two

on her face.

put in

for Montez. For

to make Montez feel better, you spent so much money to invite the

Tremaine was silent.

in his eyes disappeared

who was it that invited

this. She replied

"So you are

Yesseca was quiet.

looked at Tremaine,

and said, "The brain is an amazing thing. I hope you

quiet

looked at

there it was again. He really had a venomous way

thought you've found a reason to like him,

what do you mean? Are you saying I'm

"Correct."

glared at him

took a deep