Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 338

Jackie’s words were accusatory. I pressed my lips together and didn’t speak.

Dennis frowns, his voice low and cold, his eyes on me. “Where else are you hurt?”

I shook my head slightly and smiled. “It’s okay. Are you finished?”

The air was so quiet around him that you could faintly hear the sound of a gasp, which was surprise, shock, and even more perplexity.

Dennis seemed to have no intention of letting it go. Touching the wound on my face, his eyes were deep and cold.

“How can someone I value the most, someone I don’t want to hurt, get hurt here?” He said it softly, but with a faint taste of blood.

For a moment Bernice Miller’s face was pale and her limp body seemed to have lost its balance.

Nelly Jones, too, realized something was wrong. Her face turned white, and she looked at Bernice Miller with a questioning look, as if she were asking about my relationship with Dennis.

I knew Dennis was pissed, but it was his company, so I let it go. From what I knew of him, Bernice Miller’s career in show business was pretty much over.

I said simply, “I’m fine. Let’s go. What are we going to eat later?”

He softened his face and shook my hand. He sighed. “Darling, you are my woman, and you don’t have to be sensible to retreat on any occasion.”

His dark eyes fell on Nelly Jones, and his voice was low and cold. “Hit back as they hit you!”

At these words, Nelly Jones’s legs gave way and she dropped to her knees, looking at Dennis and me, her voice shaking. “Mr. George, I was wrong, I didn’t mean to do that. I apologize to the lady. I beg you, and I apologize to the lady.”

Dennis didn’t say anything, but just looked at her coldly. His voice was low and heartless. “Can you bring a dead person back to life by saying sorry after killing someone?”

Nelly Jones dried her eyes, looked at me, pale, and said, “I didn’t mean to hit you. You can hit my back, slap me as much as you like, but I beg you, Mr. George, I beg you, I beg you to be kind enough to leave Berny a way out.”

Dennis didn’t speak. He looked at me, his bloodthirsty mouth softening a little. “Are you afraid your hands will hurt?”

He took my hand in his, motioned for me to flatten it, and looked coldly at Nelly Jones.

Nelly Jones, who knew what to do, got up and approached me.

Before I knew it, Dennis took me by the hand and hit her. It would be better to say Dennis was the right person to hit her. I didn’t force it, and it probably slipped away before I even touched her face.

But that hard slap left Nelly Jones bleeding from the corners of her mouth, and it was Dennis who did the hard work.

For a moment there was an eerie chill in the air, and Dennis’s anger didn’t go away.

He looked at Nelly Jones and said in a cold voice, “I don’t want to see you again!”

Then he looked at Bernice Miller coldly. His eyes were cold as ice and he didn’t speak, but it was clear that Dennis hated her.

My hand was pulled by him, he said helplessly, “In the future, you don’t have to be soft to them!” He looked at Jackie, frowned, and even his eyes at Toby were cold.

I know he did it because I was wronged. But it was not really their fault.

I took his arm, looked up at him and asked, “Have you finished your work? I’m getting hungry!”

He smiled, raised his hand and scraped my nose. Although in front of everyone, but he did not hide his affection for me, “Well, let’s go back to lunch.”

Dennis and I came out of the studio. I couldn’t help but sigh. I thought the whole George Group going to explode.