Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 389

Then Folly took me away. Dennis, who was a handsome man, was like an aggrieved girl at that time.

I couldn't help but laughed and told Folly, “Wait a moment!"

Then I walked to Dennis and looked at him, “You can walk around. I will see you later!”

Then I kissed him on his face. Before I turned around, he stopped me, “Just a kiss?”

I knew what he meant, so I kissed him on his mouth and smiled, “Is that okay?”

He nodded and smiled, “I'll ask for it back tonight."

"Holy shit!" said Folly, “Come on! You can do it at night!”

Well... that’s her.

I said goodbye to Dennis and went to the bride's room with Folly.

The meal was ready.

As we were eating Folly asked me, “Have you ever thought about having a wedding ceremony with Dennis?”

I froze and shook my head, “Clariana will be known by the public if we do that. We are okay now.”

She frowned, “You know the scandals. They will vilify you more if you don’t do something.”

I smiled, “My life is mine. I don’t have to listen to what others say."

She bristled, "Only you can be so big-hearted."

Six waiters came inside, “Miss. Molly, here are your wedding clothes.”

They were standing in a line, each of whom was taking a classical sandalwood box.

I looked at Folly, “It’s really a luxurious traditional wedding ceremony.”

She laughed, “If I want a histrionic story, I should wear it and run away.”

Hearing that, everyone in the room smiled. Folly checked the clothes. Everything was ready.

The wedding shoes were also there. I looked at the golden headwear and said, “It is really unique. Is that red bean?”

She nodded, “Zack designed it. He said that red beans have beautiful meanings.”

I was surprised.

Guests would come at noon. After eating the meal, we started to wait for them in the hotel lobby.

The people who come to the ceremony were all celebrities.

Despite the eyes of the public, only some famous people from one or two media outlets could be invited. They always knew what to report.

Samuel and Luna were waiting in the guestroom.

Actually, I didn’t help much. Folly asked waiters to do everything. I was just standing behind her and smiling.

“Mr. White, the Great King of Gunpowder in City P, will come later. Your uncle will probably come with him.” Folly told me while eating a nut.

She ate so frequently that I was a little puzzled. I looked at her belly.