Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 208

After lashing out at Dennis, I got back into my bed and grabbed the quilt to cover myself.

 

It had been so long - It had been so long since I acted this way.

 

I knew I was wrong. But I was having an emotional breakdown, which I could not help with at all!

 

Dennis didn’t go away as I had assumed. Instead, he picked me up gently, “I am sorry about last night. I crossed a line.”

 

He held me in his arms, his voice was hoarse, and he deliberately lowered his voice, “My love, can you forgive me? Would it make you feel better if I let you beat me up before eating?”

 

Nanny Daisy served the food - There were three dishes and soup, “Mr. George and Ms. Clara, the food is ready!”

 

Dennis nodded and said, “You may be excused now.”

 

Daisy left the room. Dennis held me tenderly. He held me up and walked towards the table.

 

I was seated on his lap, without my shoes on. Dennis let me land my feet on his shoes.

 

It seemed like he was serving a baby food this way, “Taste this - Daisy made some really good food for today.”

 

He was not the best at compliments. He served the food straight to my mouth, and he spoke, “Come on, take a bite.”

 

I closed my eyes, avoided his actions, and said, “I’ll do it myself!”

 

“Let me serve you, babe.” He shoved the vegetables into my mouth. I found him even more annoying now, so I avoided him and said, “I don’t need your help!”

 

After speaking, I picked up the chopsticks, got off him, and moved to the sofa.

 

Although I didn’t eat in the morning and noon, I didn’t feel hungry at all. After a few bites, I felt a little reluctant to eat.

 

Dennis looked at me, frowned, “Eat them all please - Don’t waste any food.”

 

I frowned and took a few more bites. My stomach was feeling unwell. I looked at him and said, “Take this cutlery down. I want to get some rest.”

 

“Let’s get some rest together then.” He rang the service bell, and Nanny Daisy came up to collect the cutlery.

 

I looked at Dennis, feeling quite cranky, “Dennis, leave me alone.”

 

He frowned, “I want to be by your side!”

 

Saying so, he reached out his hand to hug me.

 

After staying up all day and night adding to my irritability, I suddenly got up in anger, pushed his hand away, and shouted, “I told you I want to sleep, alone, can’t you hear me?”

 

I got so mad that I accidentally pulled the wound. I couldn’t help but gasp.

 

There was slight helplessness on Dennis’s face. He frowned and grabbed me firmly into his arms, “Babe, be nice, okay? I promise I won’t get my hands on you.

Nor will I disturb you resting.”

 

“Get off me!” I raised my hand to push him away - I was still mad.

 

He pursed his lips, and his dark eyes showed a bit of indifference, “If the pain is severe, let’s get you to the hospital and have the doctors check you out.”

 

“No!” I felt like I was losing my mind around Dennis.

 

He picked me up and held me directly downstairs. I exploded, “Dennis George, have you known anyone who would go to the hospital for this kind of thing? How do you want me to explain to the doctors? Do I tell them you are sexually violent?”

 

He pursed his lips, “Okay, okay! If you don’t want to go, let me help you apply medicine. And then we head to bed and get some good rest.”

 

“You are out of your mind!” I didn’t want to talk to him anymore at the moment.

 

Seeing that I had no objection, he went back to the bedroom, put me on the bed, and rubbed the medicine on me.

 

His movement was very light. When he saw me frown, he said, “Next time I will be gentle. I don’t want to hurt you again.”