Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 1121

Hank and Shaw walked into the church, my mission was successfully completed, and I breathed a long sigh of relief before tapping on the tablet hanging in the carriage.

Surveillance was arranged in the church from different directions so that the wedding could be watched in real time.

The car door opened at that moment, Dennis appeared on the side near the road, after getting in, naturally sat down next to me, reached around his head, took me into his arms, embraced each other, and looked at the picture in the tablet.

Hank is holding the marionette, every step is extremely slow, but the smile on his face is getting deeper and deeper, and his physique looks no different from normal.

Shaw is covered, with this Hank's pace, looking forward to the posture, the clothes swinging up each arc, are telling the sweetness of her at this time.

The church has been remodeled, and in the center of the hall is placed the bright candle shrine, and the marriage written in couplets on red paper is not easy.

"Talking about good news before the jade mirror platform, and people like jade before the silver mirror platform."

Toby stood on the stage in a green inter-cloud robe as a witness and officiant.

"Are you two ready?"

Hank sniffed, the smile on his face suddenly faded a few points, did not directly answer, but a sideways glance at the Shaw next to him.

After a moment of silence, a woman's low voice came from the cover, "Hmm."

A simple and brief tone is not enough to reveal the identity.

Hank instantly dispelled all worries, his eyebrows were full of the joy of life's triumph, and his voice was high-pitched, "I've waited for nearly ten years, no more waiting, let's start."

Toby nodded, straightened his expression and became serious and solemn, "Please ask the new couple to salute!"

"One worship to heaven and earth!"

Hank took the marionette in his hand and slowly bent his upper body while looking sideways at the red wedding dress beside him.

"Second Worship."

Straightening his body and turning his head, his gaze still rested on her, and after saluting, without waiting for Toby to speak, he took the lead and turned sideways, waiting for the head of the good man's face.

"Couple-"

"Wait."

The word "bye" stuck in his throat, and Hank cut off the conversation, saying with a slight apology, "Sorry, hold on a second."

After saying that, his gaze once again became gentle, looking fixedly at Shaw in front of him, the eyes clear and clear, as if to see everything through.

Sitting in the carriage, I couldn't help but stiffen up, did he find out?

After a few moments, Hank's nostrils were lightly bared and he smiled away to himself.

"That's enough." Hank lowered his eyes, as if he was saying to himself, "It's enough to get to this point, it's not in vain that I love you."

He paused, and when he raised his head, his eyes filled with tears, and bright red blood had crept up the whites of his eyes without knowing when.

"I always knew that you love Dennis, do not love me, but I always resigned, I do not understand, I never want to hurt you, why you just do not want to look at me more, to now, seems to have so little understand.

In my place, regardless of whether Dennis is dead or alive today, it is impossible to give you away, he is willing to fulfill your compassion, I only hope that we will remain unchanged until death.

I lost, but I don't admit defeat. Not loving you the way you like to be loved doesn't mean I don't love you enough."

He must have been in pain, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes, but did not notice.

I don't know if it was a problem with the screen transmission, but from my point of view, Hank's face turned back into that of the patient whose life was rotting away under the sharp turn of events.

"You stubbornly refused to be with me, I stubbornly entangled you for so many years, who refused to give way, we both are not in a fight, this fight, it is over my whole life ......"

Perhaps the church is too quiet, all the sounds are included, except for Hank's strained breathing, the camera is interspersed with the sound of a woman whispering and huffing.

Turning off the phone, his broad palm patted me on the shoulder, "It's okay, the doctor is nearby, he'll be here soon."

Leaning into Dennis's arms, holding his hand tightly, staring at the picture, not daring to relax for a moment.

Hank's eyes fluttered open and closed, as if he would fall asleep at any moment.

"This time it's genuinely crying for me, right? The voices are all a little different, what if I can't remember ......"

Shaw turned his face and looked at him face to face through the cover, "No, it won't, hold on a little longer, someone will be here soon, please ......"

"Clara......" Hank's breath was weak, his eyes had lost focus, and he just reached out unconsciously, trying to remove Shaw's cover, "Can I, take it off? After the ceremony, you are my bride, even if no one knows, it does not matter ...... I want to, one more look at you, can you, Clara ......"

"Yes, yes! You reveal, whatever you want, as long as you don't sleep!"

Tears through the gap in the cover, drops in the corner of his eyes, rolling, hot, blazing, into one.

"You are so kind ......"

The dangling hand fell hard, hitting Shaw's brightly colored hem hard.

Hank closed his eyes and never opened them again.

That one tear was the closest distance he and his beloved had ever reached, the closest.

Shaw looked like he had gone crazy and held him in his arms for dear life, refusing to let go no matter how much we tried to persuade him.

"Hank's gone, let's take him back."

"He's not dead, he's just asleep, and he's going to uncover the cover for me ......"

"He hasn't said a word about loving me, how can he die, it won't happen ......"