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.

the car, looked over at

caressing

happy to see them like

Yesseca adored Montez.

very sincere

Quartley had told him that Montez needed a

That was true.

did need a

who that would

knew, deep in his heart,

voice as he was

soft and

"Yes?."

really good father." Yesseca said

Tremaine's eyes trembled.

said that to

always called him an irresponsible

it wasn't just Yesseca. Many people found his style

thought that no one else would

Yesseca's apartment building.

strange look in his

His voice sounded deep.

and two

on her

put

for Montez. For example,

today. In order to make Montez feel better, you spent so much money to invite the stall owners to

Tremaine was silent.

strange look in his

who was it that invited you

asked her this. She replied right away, "Why, you

word, "So you are aware that it

Yesseca was quiet.

at Tremaine,

man slightly parted his thin lips and said, "The brain is an amazing thing. I hope you have

quiet once

at him,

was again. He really had a venomous way with

same every time. Once you thought you've found a reason to like him,

widen her eyes. "Mr. Quartley, what do you mean? Are

"Correct."

glared at him

took a deep