Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 107

She sighed again, “Lord Freddy believed that a kind-hearted and positive girl like you could shape him with goodness if you two spent enough time together. But now both of you make such a mess! Whatever. Your life with him still goes on.”

I could tell Nanny Daisy said so out of her good concern with us. I patted on her hands to say, “Daisy, shaping another person is a horrible thing. I will never try to change his personality. Nor can I. Perhaps it has been destined. But from now on I will learn to control myself and avoid quarreling with him. Don’t worry about that.”

Tears seemed to well up a bit in her eyes. She slightly shook her head, “Both of you are still young. Just remember cherish the days you have spent together. While you are aging, I don’t want you to regret failing the one whom you should stay with or abandoning the love half way you should continue when you look back at an old age. Of course, our lives partly consist of regret. But don’t let it grow more enough to overwhelm yourself.”

I nodded, but having no idea how to reply. Actually, there was no terrible gap between Dennis and me. Perhaps it was the trifles that annoyed both of us. But when I found no way to vent out nor to make it clear while they were piling up, I would get myself deeply trapped.

“Daisy, thank you!” she had a clear understanding about my marriage with Dennis, holding hopes that we could continue with happiness. She did all these out of her kind heart.

She sighed as she seemed to notice that I found it hard to fully take in her advice, “What a stubborn girl!”

I smiled and nodded, “You’re right about that.”

She paused and added, sounding a bit upset, “But I can tell you mean everything to him. And you are the same to this point. You do care about him as well. But why don’t both of you let go of dissension?”

“Daisy, are you still cooking something in the kitchen?” I suddenly interrupted.

She stopped and sniffed. She paused for a second and stood up to exclaim, “Oh! It’s the soup for Mr. George!”

While saying, she hurried downstairs.

I stayed on the sofa still, blankly staring at the soup. As I was born and raised in a humble environment, barely could I feel much love.

I hadn’t even experienced the feelings of family affection for a few more years. Let alone love, which I was clumsy about. And never had I learnt how to love others.

My grandma adopted me and tended me with care and warmth, which I defined as love.

Leo was rude, stubborn and relentless in front of me, whom I defined as paranoid.

Diana stayed to protect me by my side, which I defined as friendship.

However, Dennis had barely showed much care for me during the past two years, which was so scanty that I found it hard to be defined as love.

And I didn’t want to fool myself by convincing myself that it was love.

I loved him so I could put up with his intimacy with Olivia while his coldness to me. But it didn’t mean that I would fool myself to make his simple care as his love for me.

As the night fell, I felt so tired. Lying on the bed for long, I still failed to fall asleep as I had been used to sleeping with Diana by my side.

Now I lay on the huge bed, alone, feeling horribly empty. The storm outside blew loud. In summer, the rain always raided unexpectedly.

Pouring rain came after wind blew.

I still stayed sober. So I stared at the clock on the wall. Now it was 1:00 AM. I was so distraught that I decided to get up and stood on the balcony with pajamas only. Because I got myself wet all over in rain last time, Dennis had the balcony rebuilt. Now the rain was shielded away outside the balcony. I could only feel the chill wind blew. Distraught still, I was getting annoyed. So I walked downstairs and got to the yard, where there kept some plants and flowers of Nanny Daisy. They got bent down or fell aside as heavy rain attacked, from which I found myself connected.