Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 236

“Well, just wait in the office and I’ll pick you up later.” How could he continue to stare at this point after all that we said? There must be something wrong with his brain.

I gasped and said calmly, “Don't come. I’m ready to go now.”

I just hung up the phone and got into the elevator. It was only a few minutes’ journey, and he would not have flown here.

But I was overthinking it, because I met Dennis in front of the office.

He stood out in the crowd in a black hand-tailored suit, tall and straight with his striking features.

Seeing him, I subconsciously wanted to dodge, but before I could react, he was already striding toward me.

He took me in his arms without restraint and said, “How long are you going to be angry?”

With so many people around, I didn’t struggle too much. I kept a smile on my face and said, “I’m not angry!”

He dragged me out of the company. At this moment, a red sports car suddenly stopped, attracting many people’s attention.

The door was turned up and opened spectacularly. Leo got out of the car wearing dark glasses and looking hip and cool.

Seeing me in Dennis’s arms, he took off his sunglasses, squinted at Dennis and said coldly, “Can’t you see she’s got resistance all over her face?”

Dennis gave him a disdainful look, eyes on me, and said coldly, “You tricked me out of the car for him, and you’re going to avoid me?”

I…

This was sheer libel.

“No!” I said dryly, “I don’t know what he’s doing here.”

It was already a hassle to deal with Dennis, and now there was Leo, and I was having a headache.

Looking at the two men, I said, “I’m going to the doctor!”

With that, I went straight to Dennis’s car.

In the hospital.

At the Center for Mental Illness Control.

The psychiatrist and I were the only ones sitting opposite each other in the huge ward. The doctor was an elderly man named Dodge.

“Dr. Dodge, this is for you from Mr. George.” The nurse came in, handed the papers to the doctor, and gave me a very serious look as she left.

Dr. Dodge reviewed the papers, adjusted his reading glasses, and looked at me. “Clara,” he said, “do you have frequent insomnia these days?”

I thought about it and said, “I tend to lose sleep when I’m emotionally unstable, but I don’t know if that counts as frequent.

”

“You’re under pressure. You’ll have to learn to let it out yourself. Drop in when you’re free and don’t worry too much. Life is short, and we’ll get aged before we figure out a lot of things.”

He was kind of talking to me. I nodded, agreeing with him.

He looked down at me and wrote something down on a piece of paper. “Do what you want,” he said with a smile.

I took the prescription, which was filled with tranquilizers. I paused and said, “These pills?”

“It’s the same medicine you used to take. After all these years, you know it’s up to you to fix it. All the doctor can tell you is to move on!” he said, and there was no emotion on his face.

I nodded and asked no more questions.

Coming out of the room, Dennis and Leo both looked at me and said, “How was that?”

I smiled and handed the prescription to Dennis. “The doctor said I need a good rest.”