Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 369

I went into the bathroom and changed my clothes.

They got wet too.

When I returned to the bedroom, Dennis was putting on a new sheet.

I picked up the dirty sheet on the ground and said, “I will clean it.”

He frowned, “Let me do it.”

“No, you needn’t.” It was not proper even for an intimate partner.

He looked at me for a while and said gently, “Honey, please, just let me.”

I was about to reject it when he had taken the sheet from me.

It was quite novel that a business tycoon, whose office was located in the highest building in this city, should wash a sheet in the bathroom.

He washed the sheet with his hands and said to me, “Does your stomach ache?”

I shook my head, “No.” When I came to this city four years ago, I was easily tired and feeling unwell as I was leading a hard life for Clarrie. But since then, I had been okay.

My face was burning when I saw him washing the sheet and I left the bathroom.

Clarrie was riding a little bicycle in the sitting room, which had enough space.

She looked at me coming and said proudly, “Mom, see, I can do it.”

And she rode rather well.

No wonder she had been quiet all this morning.

“Have you had breakfast?” I said while heading for the kitchen.

She nodded, “Toby just came and brought breakfast, including some cake. I had some and Dennis told me that you would come in a moment.”

I nodded.

There was indeed breakfast and cake in the kitchen.

There were no housekeepers in this house. Only hour servants could come.

What the housemaid in the Kennedy family said to Clarrie was an alarm to me. I wouldn’t trust a stranger. After all, I couldn’t keep an eye on Clarrie twenty-four hours a day and couldn’t protect her from the gossip.

And I would play the role of a babysitter.

When I got upstairs, Dennis had already finished his laundry and was hanging the sheet.

He turned to me and asked me gently, “Have you finished your breakfast?”

I went to him and embraced his waist, “Thank you.”

He pulled a piece of tissue to dry his hands and asked, “For what?”

I looked at him, “Just thank you.”

He smiled, “Don’t go outside today and just have a good rest.”

And he took up me and put me on the bed.

I smiled, “I am okay.”

He didn’t say more and he went downstairs.

I felt kind of guilty for I had been keeping him busy all morning. He was busy with his work and now was bothered by me.