Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 206

He looked at me, but his eyes were revealing seriousness and restraints. After a while, he looked at me compressing his anger, and said, “You tell me now, what should I do? What should I do?”

Seeing his attitude, I was unhappy, “You don’t have to do anything for me. Just do whatever you want to do - follow your heart. You want to take care of Olivia Pearson, you can’t let go of her. You should go after her.”

“Of course!” His eyes were cold, and his thin lips were showing a sneer. He sat up straight, and took out a cigarette case from the pocket of his pants, “Clara Kennedy, you are one of a kind! Should I be grateful that I am married to such a gracious, gentle, and understanding wife?”

His words were all sarcasm.

I pursed my lips and said plainly, “Mr. George, that’s very kind of you to say so. But that is just what I should do.”

Well, of course, this was my anger talking.

He took a long puff of the cigarette, looked at me with deep eyes, and said solemnly, “Are you sure we want to keep arguing like this?”

I said, emotionless, “Are we arguing? Are we?”

He suddenly sneered and snuffed out the cigarette he had drawn, “Do you have to speak in sarcasm?”

I sneered, “Dennis George, what’s wrong with the way I speak? Did I say anything you don’t want to hear now? No, I said exactly everything you want!”

He took a breath and tried to suppress his anger, “Everything I want, excuse me? Can you stop putting words in my mouth? Let’s be honest with each other, shall we? Tell me what you want to say, and what you want to do. Quit using your stupid sarcasm! We are husband and wife, not enemies, and we don’t have to be arguing about who’s right and who isn’t. Clara Kennedy, Do you hear me?”

I pursed my lips and looked at him. After a while, I got out of the car, picked up the brick on the flower stand, and handed it to him, “Fine - what I want you to do now is to go up there and beat up that disgusting and hypocritical mother and daughter. I want you to tell Olivia Pearson upfront that she would be completely out of her mind if she ever try to lay her hands on my man! There is no way she will be me - I am the one and only Clara Kennedy!”

Raising my eyebrows to look at him, I raised the brick in my hand, “Are you going to do it?”

He was stunned for a moment and looked at me a little dumbfounded. A moment afterward, he said helplessly, “Are you sure you want me to do this?”

“Is that a no from you?” I pursed my lips, staring at him.

There was a smile in his eyes, “Are you planning to send me in behind bars for a few years, so you can plan for remarrying?”

I rolled my eyes at him, threw the brick back at the flower stand, and got back into the car.

Seeing that my anger was gone, he smiled lightly, “What do you want to eat?”