Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 233
Yara was talking to Dennis.
Dennis narrowed his eyes and turned to me with a pair of dark eyes. “What do you think about having houseguests?”
I frowned and said irritably, “What have I to do with it?”
As I started up the stairs, he caught me by the hand and lowered his voice. “Let’s have the driver take Miss Pearson home later.”
Yara was a little upset, and her face cooled. “Why are you getting worse and worse at behaving? How cold it is outside! How can you let a girl go home by herself? Isn’t there a room for her in this big house? Besides, my house was empty, and I wanted to keep her with me, and I didn't want to be alone at night.”
Olivia volunteered as Dennis's face darkened, “Aunt Yara has been going through so much lately, and I wanted to stay and talk to her. You can rest assured that I won't disturb you and Clara. I just wanted to talk to Aunt Yara and make her feel less lonely.”
Wow!
What an understanding person!
Dennis frowned. He was a little unpleased. But after what Yara said, he couldn’t say no.
He put his arm around me and said faintly, “Make yourself at home!”
He dragged me upstairs and looked at me. “Angry?”
I froze for a moment, shook my head, said nothing, then wearily went to the bathroom.
Yara brought Olivia here so blatantly to threaten me.
She probably knew enough about Dennis and Olivia. The only thing a married woman would be afraid of was someone else having an affair with her husband right under her nose.
Yara really understood human nature. She even figured it out.
Still, she seemed to have overestimated Dennis’s place in my heart. If Dennis still had feelings for Olivia, I could totally give it away. That, for me, was a convenient way to deal with Luna.
After spending too much time in the bathroom, Dennis thought I was asleep and knocked on the bathroom door to urge me on.
After drying my hair, Dennis frowned at me and said, “Are you hiding in the bathroom because you don’t want to see me?”
I sneered. “Your imagination is getting better and better.”
He pressed his lips together, narrowed his eyes and said, “Dry your hair first.
”
Then he went into the bathroom.
The phone rang. It was Leo. I picked up the phone, and before I could speak, he said, “I’ve got eyes on her. But don't you have Yara under your thumb? Instead of me keeping an eye on her, you should keep an eye on her yourself.”
“She just got here,” I said wearily. “I just sent you some information. It’s in the mailbox. See if you can use it.”
“It should work!” He tutted. “You got all that stuff under the table, well done! Did Dennis get it for you?”
“No!” It was not a big deal, and it was a little late, so I said tiredly, “It’s getting late. Say hello to Uncle for me, and we’ll talk next time!”
He said quickly. “Clara, have you had any strange feelings lately?”
I was slightly stunned, “No, why?”
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