Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 227
He raised his hand, brushed my hair behind my ear, and sighed silently. “I don’t want you to see him again, not even for a moment!”
After a pause, he said, “Hank is kind to you, I know that. But I know how he feels about you, too, because I’m a man. Clara, will you promise me to stay as far away from him as possible in future?”
I nodded and rubbed myself into his arms. “I know, it was just a coincidence today. Living in the same house, how could we not see each other? When Yank's funeral is over, we’ll go home, and we’ll never see him again.”
He pressed his lips together, pressed me into his arms, rolled over and pressed me under him. “Make it up to me, then, okay?”
I could not help blushing, subconsciously tried to hide, but he caught me, followed by a love affair.
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Dennis was busy, and it was all about the hospital. Hundreds of hospitals had had accidents. If it were not for his strong ability, the George Group would have been crushed by public opinion by now.
But there was nothing I could do about it. I didn’t know what Mario was to Dennis, so I just kept quiet.
The next day.
After Dennis left, Yara came upstairs, grabbed me and said she was going out for a walk. Yank’s funeral was coming in a few days, and she wanted to find a new house.
Yank left the Gibson house to Hank, so after the funeral, Yara was moving out.
After a few days, I thought I would freeze to death. We went to see the house every day, and Yara was not satisfied with almost everything, either because of the lack of light or proximity to the city center.
Indeed, a house like the Gibson’s was one of the finest in every respect. Even the rich could hardly buy one like this.
After all these years, Yara didn’t want to find a place worse than Gibson’s. After all, she was very rich.
A suitable house couldn’t be available soon, and with Yank’s funeral coming up, Yara had to deal with Yank’s funeral first.
Gibson’s. The day of the funeral.
Yara got up early to prepare for Yank’s funeral, which was in the afternoon after all the guests had paid their respects to Yank.
After the funeral ceremony, Yara finally breathed a sigh of relief after several tense days.
After taking a few deep bows at the gravesite and saying goodbye to Yank, Yara took a look at Hank, who had been standing in front of the tombstone for so long. After a few days, he became more and more cold and harsh.
His long body seemed to be covered with frost, cold and murderous.
Since Gloria’s accident, Hanks murderous streak had only intensified.
“Clara, let’s go!” After taking one look at Hank, Yara pulled me away.
I opened my mouth, but none of those comforting words came out.
I got in the car with Yara and she took a long breath and said, “Dennis will pick you up later. I’ll have the driver take you downtown. Dennis will meet you there.”
I nodded without saying much, thinking of Hank standing alone in front of the gravestone.
I feel a little empty inside. For the rest of his life, he would be alone, free and lonely.
The car pulled into the city center, Yara got out, and her driver went straight to the office.
I was a little confused. “Aren’t you going to the office?”
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