Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 328

I watched him walk away, distracted. We’d been apart for years. Some were healing, some were struggling in hell.

In the eyes of many women, if a man went crazy for a woman, then the man must love this woman very much.

But Dennis was different. We had been married for a few years, and his emotional years seemed to have been buried in those four years, leaving behind a wily, calm and restrained man.

When we met again a few years later, he did not overpower me with his overzealous emotions, but gradually invaded my life and memory bit by bit.

It wasn’t a warm process, but it was hard to refuse or even push away.

When I got to the hotel, Dennis was lying peacefully on the big white bed.

The back of his hand was on his forehead and he seemed to be asleep.

His face was pale. Putting the porridge aside, I sat down beside him with indescribable emotions.

If we had started right, maybe we wouldn’t be here, both looking forward to the future with caution.

I held his hand gently so as not to wake him.

But the ever-vigilant man woke up seconds later. He opened his eyes, and they fell on my face. The man's cold eyes smiled.

“Isn’t today the day off? What are you doing here?” His voice was hoarse and a little tired.

“You were sick, so I came to see you.” I said, pulling my hand away, and going to fetch the porridge, but he held it.

“Toby told you that?”

I nodded, and he sat up straight, frowning slightly as he leaned back against the bed, as if he was still in pain.

“Have you taken your medicine?” I looked around the room and couldn’t find any trace of the drug.

He smiled. “It’s just a small thing. I just need a rest.”

I pressed my lips together with a faint displeasure, “If you can cure it without taking medicine, you would be well now.”

I pulled my hand away from his, but he took it, and I lost my footing and fell into his arms.

His body was hot and his breath smelled strongly of male hormones.

“I’ll eat later. Lie down with me.” He said, with a soft note in his voice.

He was ill after all, and there was no reason not to take medicine.

Looking up at him, I frowned slightly, “Eat something, then take the medicine before you go to sleep, ok?”

He smirked, his voice beaming with pleasure, raised his hand and scraped my nose. “Since when have you been so bossy?”

“Health matters!” I said, got up off him and called Toby to send the medicine. I didn’t think he wanted an injection, so I just let him take some medicine and saw how it went.

I put away the phone, put the cooked porridge in front of him and said, “eat some first, and then take medicine.”

He looked up at me with a smile in his cold eyes, “Would you be angry if I told you to feed me?”

I was stunned for a moment, but I picked up the spoon and slowly fed it to him.

He seemed particularly surprised.

Then he looked at me deeply, and I sighed and said nothing more.

After a few bites, I saw that he didn’t seem to refuse, and a bowl of porridge was quickly finished. I looked up at him and said, “How is it?”