Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 1147

There are only three of us here, and we all know in each other's hearts what Dennis' choice of Olivia means.

Same person, same choice. I can't be under the shadow of the word Olivia for the rest of my life.

Dennis's delicate features were slightly creased out of embarrassment, and he was unable to shake my hand away, but he couldn't simply let Olivia go.

The scene was so familiar that I suddenly felt some irony.

Once upon a time, he did not dare to admit his love for me, facing me like a muffled ice cube, a trace of his care for me can not be captured, but now we have experienced life and death, he knows what I care about, but also knowingly, poking knives in my heart.

Olivia's arrogant expression was extraordinarily harsh, but it also suddenly inspired me.

Dennis has a soft spot, they are pinched in the hand, can not do calm, if I also squirm, the two people have to play the end.

He was the one who taught me that exposing your cowardice in front of your opponent is asking for death.

I let go of Dennis, face suddenly cold, calmly returned to the sofa and sat down, folded up two legs, making a heart like death.

"Let's go, all of you."

Olivia gave a contemptuous "chortle" and turned her head away.

Dennis was silent for a moment and finally sighed inexorably, "I promise you that we will not repeat the same mistakes that we made with our family, and we will not be harmed."

After saying that, he slowly turned around and followed Olivia's footsteps.

A second before they walked out of the door, I spoke again, learning from Dennis' unquestioning indifference of the past, "Dennis, only if you dare walk out of this door, I'll turn around and go up to the top floor, jump straight down and die in front of you."

Dennis's head has not yet reacted, the body reacted first, his footsteps, turned his face to look at me muddled, a look of doubt that he heard wrong.

Olivia's face stinks like she ate Yoneda altogether, "What?"

Yes, no one heard it wrong.

It's not like anyone's patent to cry and hang themselves, what's wrong with me using it?

Thanks to Olivia, I had the opportunity to give her a good fall in her best field.

It didn't take Dennis long to come around, thinking I was just talking out of breath, and reminded, "The kids will be back soon."

Olivia also knew what he meant, and thought I was putting on a show, so she spoke sarcastically, "Don't just rely on your mouth, move it?"

Her eyes were full of provocation and disdain, as if to say, these are the rest of her tricks, Dennis has long seen the strange, simply can not be deceived by me.

I calmly swept her a glance, the next second, twisted his head to look at the fruit knife on the table, eyelids up and down a touch, reached out to pick up the knife, aimed at his chest stabbed in.

"Clara!"

"Ah! --"

Olivia's screams and Dennis' nervous cries rang out almost simultaneously, and in the blink of an eye, Dennis was on his knees in front of me, his broad palms, clamped in a death grip on my knife-wielding hand.

Just at this moment, he keenly discovered that I was not injured, just now the scene of the insertion of the heart, but the illusion created by the borrowed position, at the moment the blade is steadily clamped under my arm, the sharpness is clear.