Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 333

I tilted my head and leaned on his shoulder. “I was going to tell you, but I thought you were in City P, so I thought I’d call you when I got there.”

He nodded and put his arm around me. “Just tell me wherever you are. Let me know you’re safe.”

I said OK and looked at the crowds and said, “How did you find this place?”

He smiled, “Can you guess?”

I shook my head. I couldn’t guess. I lifted eyes to see his eyes with some warm light, “perhaps it is fate!”

“Yes!” He nodded and kissed me lightly on the forehead.

The streets were mottled and messy, and the gentle rain was falling. Our eyes met, and the kiss came unexpectedly.

Eager and crazy, but gentle and long. There was a gasp in the air, perhaps because some passers-by had come by unexpectedly.

Maybe someone recognized Dennis, and after a long time, he let me go. There was no one around, but passers-by stopped and looked at us deliberately, as if inquiring or surprised.

Someone took a picture with a cell phone, probably because he recognized Dennis.

I looked up at him, blushing. “We’re being looked at like monkeys. It’s your fault.”

He smiled and took me in his hand. “It’s my fault!”

The black Maybach pulled over and put me in the driver’s seat. Toby got out and walked over to Dennis.

Dennis whispered something in his ear, and then Dennis got in the car, looked at me sideways, and said, “Do you want to eat something?”

I realized I had been sitting here for hours.

“Okay!”

At the French restaurant.

This had always been the habitual choice.

In four years, Newton Town had changed a lot. Dennis picked out the address, on top of the City Garden in the heart of the city, with a great view.

Before we had even ordered, we ran into someone we knew. It was not an acquaintance of mine. It was Dennis’s.

Kind of a legend, Bernice Miller. We were far apart. Her elaborate makeup and clothes made her the most noticeable woman in the room.

Bernice Miller, who saw me as she walked in, had a slightly stiff smile on her face, as if she were thinking.

But only for a moment. She smiled and looked at Dennis, “I thought you were busy at work, but I’m surprised you’re meeting a friend.”

Dennis didn’t show much emotion. He just said, “You’re here alone?”

She smiled, “I have an appointment with a friend. HY Technology Co., Ltd. needs to find the right photographer for its promotion.”

Dennis nodded and said, “Well, go ahead!”

Bernice Miller smiled with slight embarrassment and looked at me politely. “And this one is?”

“She’s my wife Clara Kennedy!” Dennis said, pointing to a stiff-faced Bernice Miller, looked at me and said, “Bernice Miller, actress from the George Group.”

Such introductions were somewhat hurtful to admirers. Bernice Miller’s face stiffened, but she had been in show business for years.

She looked at me and held out her hand. “Hello, Miss Kennedy, I’m Bernice Miller. You can call me Bernice.”

I nodded, shook her hand, and smiled. “I’m Clara, his ex-wife. Hello. Miss Bernice.”

She paused for a few seconds, then said, “Ex-wife? You and Mr. George are divorced?”

I nodded, “It’s been four years.”

Bernice Miller seemed surprised, but as an actress, her expression was well controlled. She smiled. “Well, I’m going to meet my friends. See you later!”

Dennis said very little. He just nodded nonchalantly.