Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 1011

I think?

I certainly think it is more appropriate for everyone to go back to their own homes and find their own mothers!

Without waiting for me to say anything, Dennis lifted his feet and walked towards me, his dark eyes staring at me slyly as he walked, "Didn't anyone tell you to read the terms and conditions clearly before signing the contract?"

I backed up while trying to deceive myself, "Mr. George is doing such a big business, he shouldn't exploit ordinary people like me, right?"

Dennis's footsteps were halted, his expression inexplicably stopped in place, and just as I stopped to sigh in relief, he suddenly came forward and forced me directly onto the back of the couch, holding me captive with both hands, "You think you know me well?"

So close, not only did I not subconsciously push people away, but I heard my heart beat faster and faster.

But I didn't like the feeling of being cheated, so I stiffened my head and put on my composure, "It's not too late to understand, I want to cancel my contract!"

Recovering memories is important, yet more than just hitching yourself to them.

The original image of Dennis in my heart is not good, and now, it is a complete loss of trust.

At that moment, Dennis's face suddenly changed, his deep eyes were covered with sadness, and he exhaled a deep breath, his voice was soft but clear, "Clara."

For a moment, looking into his eyes, I couldn't tell if he was calling me or the deceased "Clara".

When I looked back, Dennis' hot body had wrapped itself around me.

Each other's bodies touched together, the tingling warm touch once again spread through the limbs, I subconsciously wanted to push away, but was stopped by his sticky and hurt words.

"I miss her so much, lend me ten minutes, just ten minutes, so I can give her a good hug."

The truth came out that he was thinking of his deceased wife.

For a woman, it is almost humiliating to be used as a stand-in for another person by a man she hates, yet I opened my mouth, but I could not say no, and I was not even as strong as I was just now to push him away.

The hand rose and fell again and again, and finally took him.

Halfway through the ten minutes, the door of the room suddenly pushed open from the outside and Jamie trotted in with his microcomputer in his hand, seeing us hugging each other, his black grape-like eyes opened round and his mouth opened in an exaggerated "O" shape.

"Are you guys kissing?"

With Dennis pressing almost his entire body on top of me and Jamie not being tall, it did seem more ambiguous from his perspective.

I snapped back to my senses, broke free from Dennis' arms and backed away to the side.

Dennis was unhurried, slowly stood up straight, turned around, and looked at Jamie with a less than patient expression and an unkind tone, "Didn't I teach you to knock?"

Jamie bit his lip and instantly lost his breath, his fleshy little hand raised to scratch the back of his head, "I forgot."

As if sensing her father's temper, Jamie loudly promised again, "I won't do it again daddy, please forgive me!"

Dennis' face eased up a bit and he responded in a low voice, "Well, what are you doing here if you're not sleeping?"

"I'm going to sleep with Auntie Clara!" Jamie practically shouted it out as if it was something heavenly to brag about.

Dennis blushed, "Boys aren't allowed to be so clingy."

Sort of a euphemism for refusal.

Dennis is supposed to say one thing in this family, and although Jamie was aggrieved, she didn't dare to retort, but just held her head, fiddling with her fingers aggressively, and the whole person looked very uneasy.

The little look is just too heartbreaking.

"Who says boys can't be clingy." I walked over and pulled Jamie directly towards the bedroom, "What do kids know, they didn't learn from the adults!"

Jamie at least also pampered a cute, you Dennis, strong to come, but also have the courage to teach Jamie, also not ashamed!

Dennis was left speechless by my dislike and watched as we entered the room.

When he went into the bathroom, I asked Jamie to sneak outside and get my phone, which gave me a chance to check my text messages.

After twenty minutes, Dennis still had no intention of coming downstairs, and the maids were already packing up their things.

I casually asked, "Where is your husband?"

"Sir and Assistant Toby are in the study."

Thinking that Toby was also there, I resentfully followed.

Stopped at the door, vaguely heard the sound of discussion inside, lying on the door to try to hear more clearly, but to no avail.

After straightening his clothes, he hesitated for a moment, but knocked on the door, "Knock-knock-"

"It's me, Sue."

Soon, the door opened from the inside and out came Dennis.

He blocked the middle of the gap where the door opened, not at all prepared to give way, but simply asked in a good-natured manner, "What can I do for you?"

I pursed my lips, "No breakfast?"

Dennis froze for a moment before saying, "I'll eat whatever Jamie eats, I'm not a picky eater."

"Children's meals?" Is this a fight with your own son?

"Whatever." Dennis added, "Miss Kennedy is such a dashing personality, don't force her if she doesn't want to."

As he said that, he also raised his chin and pointed to the stairway behind me, indicating that I could leave at any time.

I subconsciously wanted to go downstairs to cook, and then suddenly I felt wrong, "Dennis, what am I in your eyes, bringing me back just so I can serve you like a servant and let you do whatever you want?"

Dennis put his hands in his pockets and deliberately moved to the side, leaning his whole body weight against the door, Toby holding the file just in time for me to see it clearly, "Not trying to retrieve memories? Want to listen together?"