Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 1108

The crystal vapor in Shaw's eyes instantly drifted away and her gaze darkened, clearly this outcome was not within her vision.

Yes, she made so many concessions to get his heart and soul, how is he still not satisfied.

She just wants her husband, the one she loves, to live, is this too much?

No one can give an answer, just as no one can persuade her to turn back.

Looking at Shaw's complexion, it is estimated that he has not eaten much during this period of time, so he even coaxed the mother and son to go to the nearest Chinese restaurant.

Dennis took the lead and ordered seven or eight dishes, which were quickly served.

Shaw still couldn't fight the spirit, and only casually instructed the child, "Eat."

When he finished, he held his chopsticks and followed the example of those performance artists, not moving a muscle.

Helplessly sighing, he picked up the bowl in front of him and advised while serving soup, "Man is iron and rice is steel, who will take care of Hank when his body is broken?"

Then he got up and put the soup in front of the child, and picked up his empty bowl and gave it to Shaw, "Good boy, eat, eat enough to take care of your mother."

Fortunately, the child did not inherit the stubbornness of either parent, and after listening to me and glancing at Shaw, he obediently picked up his chopsticks and ate very quietly.

Just sitting down, Dennis naturally picked up his bowl and served the soup in front of me.

Smiling, he took it, and glancing at Hank's son eating, he couldn't help but look at him twice more, "What's your name, son?"

"Steve Gibson," he looked up at me, his eyes looked very much like Hank's, but his eyes were more pure than Hank's, this young man, is youthful and rosy.

"Steve Gibson ......" Followed by a silent reading, could not help but hold the corners of the mouth, "is a good name, simple and warm, like the sun, you have to be the light of your mother, make her strong do not think nonsense, you know little one ~"

"Mmm!" Steve nodded firmly, eyes wide open, like a soldier who voted his heart out, only with food still wrapped in his mouth and cheeks puffed up, which in turn was a bit cute.

Shaw taught his children well and did not refuse to accept the kindness of bystanders because of the feud between adults.

Smiling gratefully, his eyes turned just in time to catch a glimpse of Shaw's deep sigh.

"If even you give up, there's really no hope for Hank."

I can't help but frown after saying that, after so many changes, Hank's side is left to rely on, actually only Shaw and I remain.

This same phrase is reminding myself that I can't let go, no matter what.

Life in the world for life, to the second half of the process, the deceased is like a subtraction, to a less one, to this kind of time, has been unable to care about those grudges, only want to tighten the people dragged, stay.

Dennis did not react much, calmly put his hand on the back of my hand, giving me some strength through the warmth of his palm.

"To give up, I would not have waited until now." Shaw's pale face gave a bitter laugh, "I just don't understand, Hank loves you so much, for your sake several deaths and several lives, losing everything is not afraid, not just a disease, how can not persist a little firm? I thought he was so ruthless and determined that he was fearless, but it turns out he was just a coward."

"Don't say that in front of the child." Although the heart follows the sadness, but do not want to be seen by the child, low mood is the most terrible plague, contagious and deadly, now they need hope, not empathy.