Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 170

I was woken up by the thunder. When I opened my eyes, I only felt cold and numb. The thunder outside was loud. When I was asleep, I forgot to close the window, so the heavy rain drifted in.

I fumbled for my phone and looked at the time. It was only 12 o'clock and I couldn't help frowning. Now that I'm awake, I'm afraid I can't sleep all night.

There were dozens of missed calls on my phone. Although there was no comment, I was familiar with the number. It was all from Dennis George.

I was a little annoyed and was about to turn off my phone when the phone rang again. I frowned and said directly, "Dennis George, do you think that you are not satisfied with my current situation and want to force me to die?"

"Clara Kennedy, you know what I want to do. If I would accompany you..." His voice was a little hoarse, and the sound of rain could be faintly heard.

I was so agitated that I wanted to hang up the phone directly. Then he said, "I'm downstairs!"

I was stunned and subconsciously went to the balcony to look down. I saw Dennis George standing straight in the rain like a piece of wood beside the street lamp downstairs.

I was furious. "Dennis George, are you sick?" In the middle of the night, he got wet in the rain. He was torturing himself!

Instead, he smiled. "If you're angry, does it mean that you're concerned about me?"

I was speechless again.

He was sick, heavy sick!

"Dennis George, if you're sick, go to see a doctor." After that, I hung up the phone, feeling very annoyed.

It was raining heavily outside. It was late autumn and it was not as warm as the summer rain. I was afraid that he would fall ill soon.

After thinking for a while, I turned on my phone and called Mario Bennett. After a long time, no one answered the phone, so I called Marcus Thomson again. After a long time, someone answered the phone.

"Clara Kennedy? What's the matter?"

I pursed my lips. "Dennis George is torturing himself in the residential quarter of Central Park. If you don't want him to die, come and carry him back. Also, please tell him that even if he dies, ask him to stay away. I'm not responsible for collecting his corpse. Thank you!"

"Damn it! I told him that you are not a good person! You..." Marcus Thomson's mouth didn't show any mercy. I didn't intend to be tortured by him and listen to him scold me.

So I directly turned off my phone.

It was still raining heavily outside, and Dennis George was still in the rain as if he was dead. But half an hour later, Marcus Thomson came.

The floor was too high for me to hear what they said. I just watched them fight for a while and then they left.

I closed the curtains and sat on the bed. I knew that I couldn't fall asleep that night.

The next day, the sun rose faintly. I got out of bed, washed up, and went straight to the company.

Hank Gibson came early. Seeing that I was not in good spirits, he frowned slightly and asked, "Didn't you sleep last night?"

I nodded. "Dennis George was on the downstairs. It's very annoying!"

He frowned and said, "Have you read the documents I gave you yesterday?"

I was stunned. The appearance of Dennis George made me forget my work. I couldn't help but say awkwardly, "I forgot it yesterday!"

He touched his forehead and said helplessly with a faint smile, "There will be a meeting later. You need to attend it. If you don't look at the documents, you can do it freely!"