Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 118

“OK.”

I hesitated to go back to the villa after I talked to Alex, thus I decided to go to YT Apartment by taxi.

Since I had a load on my mind, I just turned off my phone and locked myself in the apartment where I was to have a long sleep.

However, I was staying half asleep and half awake for the headache, when the door was hit fiercely, which swept off the drowsiness that I tried to ferment.

I went out of the bedroom and saw the door was broken, where Dennis was standing.

When he observed my pale complexion, he concerned, “How come did you stay here? Why didn’t you answer my phone?”

I rubbed my eyebrows and replied in a low voice, “It was switched off. And you fix the door!” Then I turned back to the bedroom to try to sleep again.

Lying on the bed, I stared blankly at the ceiling, without any sleepiness.

Dennis followed and found I was absent in mind, so he pulled me up, “Get off and eat something!”

“But I am not hungry at all!” actually was there no hungry for me.

“Why did you suddenly come here?” said he who frowned with a lower voice.

“Because I want to.”

“Clara!” he stressed, “I can understand the nonsense, but at least let me know why! Please don’t make me guess, all right?”

He sounded like exhausted depending on his hoarse voice.

It seemed that I was ungrateful to be in this way.

Looking at him with absent mind, I just said, “Dennis, have you once been sad for the baby Olivia lost?”

He was supposed to be grieve for the abrupt abortion!

He frowned, “It’s been a long time!”

I nodded, “Yeah, I am just making a little talk.” Speaking of which, I started to talk myself, “I am wondering will you be sad if I lost this baby!”

“Clara!” with a gloomy expression, he grabbed my hand too fiercely that made me awfully painful, “Who did you meet today?”

The headache be more severe, I was too lazy to talk, putting my head on his chest, “It doesn’t matter any more. Everything has passed!”

It felt like the temperature in the bedroom reduced some degrees. He had to be irritated, I think. But I just closed my eyes to repose.

At the moment, his phone was ringing, which suggested that I should sit up and leave ( which I did), while pulled back by him who picked up the call.

“What’s wrong?” said he, putting it on speaker.

“Dennis, I have just taken over my mother’s company in Newton Town and so I am going to arrive tomorrow. Are you available to pick me up?” it was Olivia Pearson.

Moving my head, I attempted to find a more comfortable pose in his chest.

I heard Dennis said with alienation, “I have to deal with the business in my company tomorrow, but Marcus will pick you up.”

After a short silence, she sounded depressed, “Dennis, we can’t even be friends, can we?”

Given to the deep breath Dennis drew, he must have been upset deep in his heart.

With my head aslant, I opened my eyes to watch him, saying to the phone, “He has to drive me to the hospital for pregnant examination tomorrow, so don’t bother my husband any more.”

Hooked tightly by his arms, I saw him helplessly sighed, “Tell the time to Marcus who will pick you up tomorrow”.

Hanging up on her, he put his chin onto my cheek that was hurt by his mustache. He held me in case for an escape and said, “Did you just proclaim I am yours?”

“Can’t I?”

I said and got out of his embrace, then walked out the bedroom.

There were noodles that Dennis cooked on the table in the living room. They smelled good.

Following me, he noticed I was stared at the noodles and embraced me from my back, saying, “I read from books that the pregnant lady’s better to have something light, so I didn’t put much chilly. Have some, please.”