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Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 1139

I waited until eleven o'clock in the evening and fell asleep in a daze on the couch.

The heart is thinking about Dennis, so sleep very lightly, in a haze I heard the sound of opening and closing the door in the corridor, followed by the deliberately low sound of footsteps.

He opened the door and came in, gently approaching me, taking off his jacket and draping it over me.

When I opened my eyes, Dennis was half-kneeling next to the sofa, ready to carry me back to the inner room. Seeing that I was awake, he rubbed my head painfully, "Didn't you say you didn't have to wait for me, why didn't you sleep first by yourself?"

He called at dinner time, temporarily to deal with a cross-country meeting, to return in the latter part of the night.

I propped myself up on the arm of the sofa and sat up straight, my mind still not quite clear, "You don't come back, sleep is not solid."

Dennis laughed at me like a little kid, "I don't work overtime, in case something goes wrong and I can't keep you and the kids safe for a lifetime, that's when I should be uncomfortable."

"You are well, how can we not be safe." I scolded, "We can't spend all our money in our lifetime, you should not work as hard as before, if your body loses money, you can't make up for it by spending as much money as you can."

Dennis smiled lightly, lowered his head for me to put on slippers, helped me towards the bedroom, "health, peace and prosperity, in the end is also a resource for the money is the resource, the building collapse is not a matter of one day and night, to keep the stability of our family, a moment can not be relaxed, like walking on thin ice is necessary."

I understand the reasoning, the bigger the business, the more responsibility on the shoulders, not afraid of what if, afraid of outsiders have the intention to calculate.

I waited until this point, not to talk to Dennis about the business scriptures, plus after a good night's sleep, and not very sleepy, the idea in my head that I wanted Dennis to confess became more clear.

Dennis helped me to the edge of the bed, while he himself was half squatting, taking my hand in his and playing with it, and coldly and suddenly came out with the words, "Honey, what do you think you would do if you suddenly found out that I wasn't that good at all?"

This confused me, "What's not good? What's not good?"

After a pause, and thoughtfully said, "We just married that time, you are not very good to me, I am not according to your love to death, otherwise, which there are today?"

Older couples, probably just like to talk about some inexplicable topics.

Willing to confide in, at this age, is the greatest expression of love, than those who look at each other, the words do not talk more than half a sentence of the resentful couple, our life is much more down-to-earth.

Dennis still kept his head down, smiled to himself, and repeatedly asked the same question, "I mean, if I'm not as good a person as you think, or if I'm just a selfish, self-serving person who only cares about himself at the expense of others, would you resent it?"

Sure enough, the heart hides things, whether men or women, will become mother-in-law.

All in one room, there is nothing to be ashamed of, I simply reached out and took Dennis' face directly, forcing him to meet me eye to eye, "Dennis, look at me, see clearly."

"I am your wife, I love you, and I will always be by your side, until death do us part, for all eternity, understand?"

Dennis' black eyes had light flashing in them, and soon he smiled with relief, pursing his lips a little, "Understood."

He has been so patient to make him happy, but still refuses to tell the truth, when do we have to wait?

I was already a little impatient waiting, but Dennis was not slow to pull up my pant legs and began to massage my calves.

This can't help but remind me of the phrase "married men are attentive, either making a mistake, or on the way to making a mistake".

Thinking of this, reaching for Dennis' arm, his magnetic voice but at that moment low sounded, "Today Benjamin asked me to meet with him to work with him in the counterfeit money business, I thought."

The hand stopped in mid-air, and weakly put down, fortunately he said in time, and then a second later, the nature is different.

"The country is cracking down so hard on counterfeit money, and he still dares to act against the wind?" I said.

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