Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 258
I kept asking over and over in my head why did we end up like this. Was it because we didn’t love each other? So we could mess with each other and trample on each other?
I looked at him, and in his dark eyes there was an abyss, and all I could see was darkness.
How bleak and ridiculous it was!
I sneered faintly.
He looked at me, his eyes deep, and he kissed me. “Call me!”
I pressed my lips together, put my head to one side, and closed my eyes.
His thin, cool lip hovered near my ear, and his voice softened a little. “Clara, call me!”
I said nothing. All I could think about was how to escape. I knew he was waiting for me to tell him that I cared about him, that I loved him, that I wanted him.
But I couldn’t say it. I’ve buried so much in my heart over the years. He protected Olivia and took care of her again and again, hurting me again and again.
I held it all in my heart, and over time, it took root and multiplied and grew stronger.
What was so great about love? There were so many choices in the human circle, everyone could compromise, everyone could fit.
“Dennis, let’s get a divorce!” I said it rationally, without impulse or anger.
He froze. I pushed him away, expressionless, pulling my clothes to cover me.
“Are you serious?” His dark eyes fell on me, looking depressed.
I pressed my lips together and nodded to his dark eyes “Let’s take a break from each other. Maybe it was wrong from the start. Just because Grandpa thought we're good for each other doesn’t mean we’re really good for each other. My feelings for you may not have been love from the beginning, just admiration. And you might just be guilty of ignoring me for so long.”
There was no love between us, and there were only some pieces pieced together to fit each other.
He said, the gloom on his face like a gathering cloud. “Not love.”
It was more like he was talking to himself. Later I had been thinking about how many couples in the world stayed together all their lives because they were suitable for each other. And how did those couples who loved each other lived their lives?
Maybe there was no such thing as love. All was but an excuse for human self-comfort.
He cornered me with a merciless sneer on his face. “Just tell me what love is. What do you mean by love? You talk about divorce so easily, like it’s none of your business.copy right hot novel pub
Do you think that because I spoil you and protect you, I deserve to be screwed over?” My legs were weak and I slid down the cold wall to the floor.
I wrapped my arms around my legs and said, “The person you spoil and protect us now lying in the hospital.” “Oh!”
He sneered.
“Must you cling to the past? Do you want me to kill Olivia to love you? Clara, how bad is it in you to take things to such extremes?” I pressed my lips together, stared at my toes, and looked up at him.
“Is this the first day you know me?” He laughed furiously.
“What about you? There’s a dead man in your heart.
What is it that you risk your life to chase a stranger who looks like him in the street?” I calmed down and looked at him faintly, “Since we can’t get over each other, let’s get a divorce.
I don’t want any of your family’s things, and I will transfer grandpa’s company under my name to you.
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