Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 268

Olivia and Luna were both hurt and punished, but I still couldn’t seem to be happy. I even felt like I had lost a lot.

There were few people in the huge villa. Now that Dennis had left and Daisy would not stay overnight, it was as quiet as a tomb.

Outside the window was the howling of the wind. The heavy snow at the end of the year was even bigger than expected. With the cold wind, the sound of snow falling was very clear.

I couldn’t fall sleep. My head was buzzing, so I got up and turned on my computer to watch a horror movie.

It was two in the morning when Leo called. I picked up the phone and he said, “Did Dennis and you have a fight?”

I stared at the ambiguous picture on the computer and couldn’t help saying, “We’ve been fighting for days. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I was having fun at the W Town and I just saw him. What is he doing out here in the middle of the night?” As soon as Leo said that, I laughed.

“You’re really starting to look like a brother. You’re starting to worry about my marriage now.”

“Don’t tease me,” he said angrily, “Your husband’s got another woman in his arms. Aren’t you worried?”

The TV show was good. I was fascinated and changed my position. “He is a grown man, not a child. If he had gone out in a bad mood because of our fight, I wouldn’t have been able to stop him every time. I can’t be around him 24 hours a day.”

In the past, I might have felt uncomfortable or wronged. But now that I thought about it, I was kind of relieved. I did what a wife should do, and his affairs didn’t seem to have much to do with me.

It would be nice if we could make it to the end. If not, I wouldn’t starve to death. I could survive whatever. The time had passed when I put love first.

“All right!” He paused and said, “It’s so late. Are you having trouble sleeping? Do you want to come out for a drink?”

I cupped my chin, looked at the computer screen, and said lazily, “I watched two episodes of the TV show, and my head hurts so much. Leo, I think I’m getting a little sick.

He was silent for a moment, then said, “I’ll come and get to you!”

With that, he hung up.

I looked at the picture on the computer, still feel uncomfortable, inexplicable uncomfortable, and pain and torture. I wouldn’t cry, but it felt worse than crying.

I had no interest in anything, and sometimes I was so desperate that I wanted to commit suicide.

I didn’t know what was wrong with me!

Leo arrived in half an hour. He parked his car downstairs and blew the horn.

I stood on the balcony looking at him, and he stuck his head out of the car and said, “Get down. I’ll take you out for a ride.”

I changed my clothes, then went downstairs and got in the car.

He started the car and looked at me. “Would you like a drink?”

I nodded and smiled. “Yes!”

“What are your plans for the future?” He said, driving fast.

I thought about it and couldn’t come up with any plan for a while, so I reluctantly said, “I don’t know. Come to think of it, I don’t seem to have any ambitions now.”

I had no expectations for love and no desire for life. My future seemed to be blank.

He gave me a sideways look and said, “Do you want to go back to HL Area?”

I froze for a moment and looked at him. “Isn’t it torn down?” That alley was so small.

Development business might be to take a fancy to the environment there, planning to build a villa there.

He nodded. “The others have been torn down, but our old house has not been torn down yet. It’s all in good condition.”

“Nail house?”

He did not say the rest, but there was a sadness in his eyes.

I sighed, thinking he had a lot on his mind that he didn’t want to talk to me about.

But even if I did ask him, he didn’t seem to want to tell me.

Drinking in a bad mood was really not a good thing, because you would be drunk after a few drinks.

“Bang!” The woman at the next table fell to the ground after being slapped by a middle-aged man.

Leo and I both looked over and saw the woman sprawled on the floor, and her delicate cheeks were swollen and red.

“How can you pretend to be noble when you’re a whore? What a wet blanket!” He got so angry that he kicked the woman in the stomach.

I swung the cup from my hand and hit the man on his fat leg.

The man cried out in pain, “Who did it?”

“I did!” It wasn’t me who said that. It was Leo.

He stood up, put one hand in his pocket, then looked at the man with disgust and said in disgust, “How can you not only look like an animal but also act like one? How did you even get in here?”

The manager heard the noise and had come. When he saw Leo, he smiled and apologized. “Mr. Kennedy, I’m so sorry to have spoiled your fun.

Leo took one look at him and said coldly, “I like being here. What? If there’s a nuisance in here, you throw him out.”

Embarrassed, the manager looked at the fat man and apologized, “Sir, I’m sorry, but we have our own rules here, and we don’t allow people to be disturbed.”

Was he saying the most sensible thing in the polite tone?