Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 382

“Due to my humble origin, I was lucky when I married Dennis even if I knew that he loved Olivia, not me. On a thunderstorm night, he would drive for hours to console her. I was frightened of the thunder and I could only curl my body in my room.”

Those memories were like old videotapes. You wouldn’t think of them normally. But when you played them, they were crystal clear.

Leo wanted to say something but silenced himself suddenly.

I turned back. Right, Dennis was there.

Leo said hello and left.

Clarrie was playing with the dog in the yard.

Only me and Dennis were in the sitting room.

I lowered my head.

I had no idea how much had gone into his ears.

He put a coat upon me, “Winter is coming and you should wear more.”

He said in a very charming voice.

I nodded and put it on.

He lit a cigarette.

I frowned.

He smoked very rarely.

There seemed to be big trouble with his company.

“I wonder whether it will snow.” I broke the silence.

He smoked, clamped the cigarette butt in his slender fingers, and looked extraordinarily elegant.

“I will watch the snow with you at night.”

Born in the South, I had seen snow but not heavy snow, which could cover the whole world with whiteness. It must be beautiful.

I walked to him and smiled, “That’s nice. I have never spent a whole night watching the snow. I am thrilled.”

He looked at me.

He smelled good.

“Clara, you needn’t see the people you don’t want to see.”

I looked at his deep, black eyelashes.

I took the cigarette from his hand and took a smoke myself. It was tolerable.