Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 266

Chapter 266 One Wrong Step and all Would be Lost 4.

After a pause, he said angrily, “And Dennis is sick. Even if you had a fight, you didn’t have to be so cruel. After all, he's your husband. How could you

not ask after him?”

It could be seen that he was really angry and frustrated.

Watching him leave, | sat in my seat for a while and got up a long time later.

The guests in the hall had left. Leo looked at me and said, “Are you going to Kennedy's tonight or should | take you home?”

After thinking for a moment, | said, “I'll take a taxi home by myself.”

He disagreed and motioned to me to look at the door.

It was a sleek black luxury car. The luxury cars | saw the most are Lamborghini, Ferrari, Maybach and Bentley. First time | saw Dennis like that, driving

a Rolls-Royce.

But it was not unusual to see a lot of fancy cars at such parties.

The driver was standing next to me. When he saw me, he came forward and smiled and said, “Madam, Mr. George has been waiting for you for a long

time. He's ill, and we must hurry back!”

The implication was that Dennis was sick but he was still waiting for me!

Unconsciously, | wanted to refuse, but the driver was smiling, but his hands were clasping each other. He seemed anxious.

| frowned. “Is he seriously ill?”

The driver nodded. “It's been two days. He hasn't taken his medicine or gone to the hospital, and he insisted on coming here today. You might want to

talk some sense into him.”

| looked back at Leo and said, “Just let Link know I'll come see him sometime!”

He nodded, his dark eyes squinting at the car.

Without thinking, | took a few steps to the car and opened the door.

Dennis closed his eyes, his thin lips curled in a line, his handsome face pale.

Unconsciously, | looked closer at him. There was no heat in the car, but the sweat was still on his forehead in the cold winter.

“What's wrong?”

He kept his eyes closed, his face sullen, and made no attempt to look at me.

His voice was low and cold, with a chill in it. “Come up or go down!”

There was no warmth in what he said, and there was even a touch of anger in it.

| pressed my lips. Because my shoes were too high, | simply took off my heels and carried my skirt to the car. Then | looked in the driver's seat and

said, “To the hospital!”

The driver froze and looked at Dennis. Seeing that he said nothing, he started the car.

City P was prone to traffic jams, especially around 10 o'clock at night.

When we got downtown, we couldn't go any further. Dennis frowned slightly, beads of sweat streaming from his forehead. His face was haggard and

his brow furrowed.

It looked particularly serious. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his long fingers pressed against his stomach. I was stunned

and turned to the driver to say, “Stop at the next intersection!”

The driver thought I was about to get out, so he hesitated and said, “Madam, we are going to the hospital soon. Please go with

Mr. George to see the doctor...”

I was speechless. Since when had I become so cold-hearted in the eyes of others?

I paused and said, “There’s a drugstore up ahead. I'll get some medicine for him.”

“There’s no need.” Dennis said.

I looked at him and said angrily, “Shut up if you don’t want to die!”

The car stopped by the side of the road.

I didn’t see the driver’s stunned expression. I just got out of the car with my skirt in my hand.