I stopped what I was doing and looked into his eyes. "I'm sorry, Ms. George. I don't have many hobbies, so I may need to invite you out."
He pursed his lips. Fortunately, he didn't say anything and went out.
After taking a shower, I went out of the bathroom and he was not here but put milk on the bedside table carefully.
I took a glance at it and dried my hair in front of the dressing mirror. I was not in good spirits at first, but suddenly fell into the water and might be cold.
Feeling a little tired, I didn't want to fall asleep. I just wanted to lie on the bed and warm myself up.
Dennis George didn't say anything, and I became relaxed. After reading for a while, I played video with my mobile phone for a while.
When Dennis George came in, he was still holding a document in his hand. It seemed that he just came to see what I was doing.
Seeing me lying on the bed playing with my phone, he frowned. "It's not good for my eyes to keep looking at my phone."
I glanced at him, nodded, and answered. Then I put the phone on the bedside table.
He pulled the rope back into the cup.
The bed was pressed down a little. Dennis George sat next to me and said, "Drink the milk. If you are sleepy, you can sleep for a while."
"I don't want to drink!" I've never had a good impression of pure milk.
"Clara Kennedy, listen up. Get up and drink." For the first time, I felt that a person could be so annoying.
Opening the glass, I looked straight at him for a few seconds, got up with anger, got out of bed, picked up the milk, and walked to the bathroom.
After pouring the milk into the toilet, I came out and put down the cup. Looking at his dark face, I said, "Please bring the cup down later. Thank you!"
"Clara Kennedy!" He said angrily, "Is it fun?"
I raised my eyebrows and looked at him in confusion. "What are you playing?"
Seeing me like this, he lost his temper for a while. He stared at me for a while, sighed, and said indifferently, "Have a good rest!"
Seeing him get up and go out, I was really tired. I covered myself with the quilt and was ready to have a good sleep.
However, it was a pity that he couldn't fall asleep. He was very sleepy, but he couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard he tried. This feeling was really not good.
After several hours in bed, she finally fell asleep.
The bedroom door opened and he walked to the bedside carefully. Dennis George's eyes fell on me. "You can't sleep too much during the day. Get up and eat something. You can continue to sleep later."
At this time, I finally felt a little sleepy and was woken up by him. I couldn't help but be a little speechless. I ignored him and continued to close my eyes to continue my sleepiness.
He walked up to me, pulled me up from the bed, and said sternly, "Get up and eat something."
I completely lost my temper. I suddenly opened my eyes, pushed him away, and glared at him, waiting for him to say, "Dennis George, are you sick? Do you know how difficult it is for me to have a good sleep? How many times have you thought about my feelings?"
Perhaps my reaction was too intense. He frowned, and his black eyes were filled with coldness. "Okay, let's sleep together!"
I was stunned to see him climbing onto the bed. There were some things that I could avoid once or twice.
No matter how hard I struggled, he was half coaxed and half domineering.
My fingertips brushed across his skin and I cursed, "Dennis George, you bastard!"
"All right!"
I suspect that during this period of time, Dennis George had not touched a woman at all. He was like a wolf pouncing on its prey without any self-control.
After that, he was half lying on the bed smoking.
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