My Heart only Beats for You

"Then, who is he?" asked Preslie.

Yesseca licked her dry lips. "You'd better prepare yourself."

Preslie placed her hands on her chest and replied, "Yesseca, when I came here yesterday, I noticed how luxurious everything was. I was curious. Is he some kind of high ranking official in Nashaland?" Yesseca shook her head and said, "He is the president of Nashaland,"

Thud!

Preslie fell onto the floor.

Yesseca was shocked.

She quickly helped Preslie to her feet, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Preslie, get up."

Preslie felt as though all her energy had been drained. She could only get up because Yesseca helped her.

Her mind was a mess.

Everything was a mess.

She thought Tremaine was a high ranking official, but she did not expect him to be the president of Nashaland.

The president!

What could this mean?

That meant that he would have been a king in ancient times.

Preslie shivered.

She remembered the last time she rushed at Tremaine with a mop....

Preslie held onto Yesseca. She sounded worried, "Yesseca, I ran at him with a mop. Will he kill me? Will he throw me in jail?"

Preslie was too flustered and nervous to form a coherent sentence, but Yesseca understood what she meant.

She comforted Preslie immediately, "Don't worry, he didn't take it to heart. Otherwise, he wouldn't have arranged a job for you here. Don't think too much about it," Preslie stood there in silence.

With the help of Yesseca's reassurance, Preslie calmed down. She was starting to believe that Tremaine may not hold the past against her.

heart was still beating

Simpson family had always been a family of commoners. She never would have thought she would come in contact with a president, let alone enter his

suddenly turned to look at Yesseca again. She looked at her from head to toe, as if her gaze was

Yesseca was scared.

"Preslie, what's

all seriousness, "Yesseca, you've been chosen by the president. You're a woman chosen by God. And I'm friends with you. That means God has treated me well," She always felt like God was unfair to her, but for once she could say that she was being treated

The president's woman!

a commoner,

the right to speak to

the best friend

heart was

did not

completely helpless by Preslie's

woman chosen by

stop

raised her voice. "Yesseca, do you know how much power he has? How many people love and respect

Yesseca became more and

eyes were almost glowing. "Yesseca, this means that you're

as though the first lady was not Yesseca, but Preslie

when she heard

to her before he left in the morning, and

Yesseca clenched her fists.

An explanation about what?

want to marry her? Would she be

even dare to think

first lady, what would that

she be so casual

her mind was in

stop talking. I'm taking you shopping today. If you continue, I don't think we'll

I'm so excited. Let's go shopping

heard the words "first

at Preslie and said, "Enough. You can't say things like

on your wedding day. He's the president of a country. He

bloomed