Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 230
Jenny looked at me and hesitantly said, “Madam, it’s getting late and it’s snowing. Why don’t you go with Mr. George when he gets out of the shower?”
“No, I’m fine.”
I went out of the hall and saw two bodyguards standing at the door of the hall. I couldn’t help but say angrily, “Get out of the way!”
They said nothing.
Jenny had gone upstairs to get Dennis.
I frowned, anger welling up in me. But how was I supposed to take on two strong men?
They stood still and blocked my path.
It wasn’t long before Dennis came downstairs, wearing a bathrobe and his cropped hair dripping.
Seeing me fully dressed, he frowned, “Where are you going?”
“I’m going Out!”
“For what?”
I was a little agitated, “To see a doctor!”
He pressed his lips together. “I’ll ask Mario over later. You go home and get some rest.”
“'No! I’m going to the hospital.” Hank’s body was taken away, and he had no family. The only one who could bury him was Yara, but he wouldn’t be willing to let her.
This was one thing I had to do.
Dennis’s eyes were all cold, and his lips curled in a stern way. “What are you doing in the hospital right now? Are you taking care of Hank's death under the guise of a doctor’s appointment?”
I looked at him and sneered. “Does it concern you?”
He almost sneered. “What do you think? Clara, you should at least have some moderation. Hank’s funeral will be handled by Yara and his family. What are you going to do? Do you have to have the whole city buzzing with gossip about you and Hank?”
I was momentarily struck down by his words, so I gave him a sharp look and finally went back to the villa.
He followed me, his voice softening a little, “I’ll send someone over to Hank’s funeral. You...”
I stopped short and looked back at him. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the winding staircase behind him.
Still angry, I raised my hand and pushed him down.
He could have reached for the railing to steady himself, but he paused for a few seconds before letting himself go and tumbling.
Although he was a little embarrassed, it still did not affect his noble temperament.
I turned around and went straight to the bedroom.
I was lying in bed in my pajamas when he came in and his eyes darkened a little. There was blood at the corners of his mouth and on his forehead, and his leg and elbow were injured, too. \
Just one glance, I withdrew my eyes, closed them and went to sleep.
Dennis wasn’t angry either. He just looked more and more sullen as he walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Get up and apply the ointment for me.” he said in a heavy voice.
Without speaking, I opened my eyes and glanced at him, then closed them indifferently.
He bent down, pulled back the covers, pressed his slender body on me, put his nose to my forehead, and said in a low, subdued voice, “Don’t you feel sorry for me?”
I pursed my lips and didn’t say anything. Did I feel sorry for him?
Yes!
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