Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 176

I didn’t want to die for no reason.

Seeing that my eyes were red, he sighed, put my hand under the quilt, and said, "Don't be stupid anymore. There's still a long way to go in the future. You can still walk slowly."

I nodded and stared at the ceiling in a daze for a long time. How could I not have the courage to crash into Dennis George?

I fell asleep again. It was already late at night when I woke up.

The people who should have met on the way to the netherworld looked at each other in the ward.

Dennis George was still wearing the same black custom-made suit as before. Maybe because the temperature level of the air conditioner in the ward was high, he took off his coat. His white shirt was ironed neatly and meticulously, just like his characteristics.

"She's awake!" He stepped forward, and his eyes fell on me, reflecting an obscure light.

I closed my eyes, unwilling to see him.

He continued, "Is there anything wrong?"

I didn't want to say anything.

"Do you want some water?"

The back of my hand hurt slightly. I frowned. In the past two months, I had too many infusions. The bruises on the back of my hand had been left for a long time.

It was really annoying that I couldn't get rid of them all the time.

After my body was propped up, I frowned and opened my eyes, only to see Dennis George's enlarged handsome face.

A glass of warm water was placed in front of me. I stared at it for a long time without any reaction. After a while, I raised my hand, which was having the infusion, and reached the glass.

Holding the glass in my hand, to be honest, was a little strenuous. The blood flew back to the infusion tube on the back of my hand. Dennis George looked at me with his black eyes full of pain.

I narrowed my eyes and dropped the glass in my hand as expected. "Pa!" With a loud sound, the glass fell to the ground, and it broke into pieces.

The air was seemed to be frozen. I smiled and said, "Sorry, I didn't do it on purpose."

Although it was an apology, I looked at him coldly and did not feel guilty at all.

He frowned and said in a stiff voice, "It doesn't matter!" He squatted down to pick up the pieces on the ground.

Perhaps because it was too quiet, he broke the silence, "Do you still want to drink? I'll pour another glass!"

I looked down at his slightly trembling hands, and the chill in my heart grew stronger.

"He was suffocated to death. Did you see that?" I knew that with Leo Kennedy's personality, he would definitely let Dennis George see that video.

From the moment he appeared just now, I saw the suppressed pain in his eyes.

Yes, he had cried. As for how to cry, it had nothing to do with me. I just needed to know that he was in pain.

Dennis George's hand froze as he picked up the fragments. His body stiffened and he slowly looked up at me.

Our eyes met, and I said sarcastically, "Mr. George, do you think it's better to die in an instant or suffocate to death bit by bit?"

He didn't say anything, but the pain in his black eyes was clear.

Seeing that he didn't speak, I felt bored. I raised my hand and pulled out the needle on its back.

With too much force, blood splashed out and fell on the white cup, which was particularly dazzling.

I lifted my foot and landed on the ground barefoot. I knew that the ground was full of glass fragments, but I had no intention of keeping away from them.

Without any scruples, he stepped on them. When the sole of my foot landed on the back of Dennis George's hand, blood spilled from his palm and slowly spread out. Did it hurt?