Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 1101

"Calmed down?" Dennis looked at me sideways, his cold expression eased a lot, "You can't do stay out of it, and I have no intention of forcing it, but I won't allow surprises."

Dennis's expression is not good, a look will know that he maintains absolute sanity, this situation, any spill will not work.

My consciousness was tempting me to argue, but it was restrained by reason, and I seemed so much less hardened in front of Dennis after the wedding.

"Hank will not just die, wait to check and confirm, to the extent that I can rest assured, you stay or not I will not say a word more, even if accompanied by you to take care of him, and what does it matter."

When he looked up in surprise, Dennis had already turned around and faced the elevator door, his face calm and collected, unrecognizable whether he was happy or angry at the moment.

Is it a hallucination that Dennis volunteered to say something like take care of Hank.

"Ding--"

When the elevator door opened, Dennis naturally turned around and took my hand, lifted his feet and walked out.

The car drove out of the hospital parking lot, but not in the direction of home.

"Where to?" The brain is now a muddled, hazy mess.

"Snowy just called home and wants to have dessert tonight." Dennis drove intently, with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

Perhaps he is right, Hank several times through life and death are alive and well, each person's destiny has its own God, not sympathy can change.

I have lovely children and a husband who loves each other, and while I lament the misfortunes of others, I should not lose sight of what I have.

I tried to follow Dennis' rhythm and jumped to the word "Hank", "Eating dessert at night is fattening and bad for your teeth, you can't spoil your child that much."

A healthy and beautiful physique is a lifelong pursuit for women and should not be taken lightly at any age.

"Dessert can soothe the mood, not spoil the children, spoil the wife, not break the law."

"Hmph," pouted, indicating that she saw through his mind, "it is obvious that he went there specially for his daughter and tried to take the opportunity to please me with one stone, I am not going to fall for it Dennis."

"Huh. ......" Dennis laughed lowly, "So you're not going to eat later?"

"Eat!" You can't go against anyone but earthly delicacies.

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Dennis pulled over to the side of the road and let me walk with him to the cake store with "Black Angle" on the side of the road.

The store is staggered with different styles of desserts, separated by transparent glass covers, each with individual lighting and thermostatic system, mysterious and exquisite under the lighting, looking like professional exhibition-level artwork.

The expected scene, the place where Dennis consumes, eats not the food itself, but the value and sentiment attached to it.

Stopped in front of the new recommended Napoleon cake, look at the size, take back should be just right.

Dennis called the clerk over directly.

"Hello sir, do I need to introduce you?" The clerk's figure and face are model level, and she speaks in a manner reminiscent of a female host on a car radio station.

"Sorry sir, the last one of this cake has been reserved, our family's White Swan series is also very popular, do you two want to try it?"

"How can it be, it's not even twelve o'clock?" This is for the new product to come, heard sold out, lost and surprised, but after saying and suddenly understand, the big fire things, unless pre-order, otherwise go empty is inevitable.

Sighing, I listened to the clerk explain how hot the event was while searching for other desired desserts with my eyes.

"Mr. Vance."