Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 1197

For a second, there was a silent, awkward silence in the room.

My brain jerked and I asked, "Did I come at a bad time?"

Then even the strange man understood what I meant, and raised half an eyebrow with a "forehead".

I was silenced, not good enough to speculate further, waiting for a random person to say something to save me from the fire.

"This is Olivia's boyfriend." Dennis really does still care about me.

I was relieved, froze for a moment and then felt wrong, didn't the public say that Dennis and Olivia were the only couple?

Moreover, this man, just from the appearance, younger than Larry, the standard male group face, if the makeup is drawn thicker, said a girl is not too much, can not see is Olivia like the type.

"What, you've never seen two men at the same time?" Olivia cursed as she walked in, "I just want to eat from the pot and watch the bowl, you have a problem with that?"

Me, "...... Nope."

Her words are mostly untrustworthy and do not excite me.

Olivia looked me up and down and suddenly and unexpectedly warmed up to me, "Stay for dinner tonight."

Then looking at the naked man on the couch, he commanded with a commanding tone, "Go to your room."

The naked man looks at me and then at Dennis, then doggedly catches up with Olivia, and the two of them walk upstairs with their ears to each other.

Soon, strange sounds came from the stairway, listening to the faces of people. Red. Ears. Red.

Dennis, however, bent over as a matter of course and continued to clean up the mess, turning a deaf ear to the charming upstairs.

I put my bag down and went over to help him, "Why don't you ask your underlings to do it?"

Dennis buried his head in cleanup and coldly explained in a couch voice, "Toss me so she can feel better inside."

I was stunned, then I understood what he meant. Olivia now hates Dennis more than me.

Suddenly, I wanted to ask if Dennis had selfishly decided Olivia's fate back then, but after considering it, I felt I should trust him again.

Hiding what he knew was already a great torture for him, and Dennis couldn't do something that would set up his best brother's own sister.

But no matter what, there is always a debt to Olivia.

And that includes me.

In this case, Dennis to do, I should also bear half, simply snatched the rag in his hand, "I'll do it, you go to wash the dishes to be done, I will do it later."

Yet Dennis stood motionless, tilting his head to examine me.

"What are you trying to do now? How can you get a tiger's son without entering a tiger's den?" He asked carelessly.

Or contempt to describe his attitude at the moment is more apt.

I looked up and his deep eyes were hidden under the shadow of his eyelashes, like the old one that was so unfathomable.

"You know, what Shirley was thinking when she hit on THE Kennedy family just now?" Dennis added.

"I ......"

He didn't give me a chance to speak, "Tie you up and give Leo whatever he wants."

I was stunned, completely unexpected Shirley said "there is always a way", but is so ruthless means.

So, she gave me a ride for Benjamin's sake, too?

Olivia's brow tightened, "Dislike me?"

Only then did Dennis take the wine, avoiding where she touched it, and drank it clean in one gulp.

"Hmph." Olivia narrowed her eyes and sneered, then stood up, reached over, snatched the glass away, and poured me another cup in the same manner.

Dennis drank, I also have no reason to refuse, holding two or three sips to drink up.

Then turned the cup around and held it in her hand and turned it upside down to show that she was not fooled.

Hungas wine culture is this, talk business to drink, worship to drink, see people upset more to drink.

Like Dennis said, Olivia won't be comfortable without this wine.

However the wine was drunk, Olivia did not laugh it off as expected, but inexplicably began to laugh, "huh, huh huh huh, hahahaha ......"

Dennis and I looked confused and didn't understand what she was up to again.

Olivia then picked up the cap of the bottle of foreign wine, and the part embedded in the bottle faced us, and the subtle little mechanism on it revealed its true form.

No good, it's a trap!

Dennis took the lead in reacting to slap the table and get up, but the moment he got up the drug took effect, his legs went weak and he immediately fell back into the chair, his head tilted helplessly and lost consciousness.

I also gradually became blurred in my vision and kept shaking my head to clear my head.

The second before I passed out, I finally realized that everything had been planned from the moment she left me behind.

Guilt is the best concealed weapon she can use to gain confidence in us.