Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 402

He was telling a truth with concern.

"I'm not hungry!" My voice was not calm when I spoke.

He looked at me with his dark eyes, "Clara, I'm a man. When I see him kissing you, I'll feel uncomfortable. Don't blame me."

He was talking about the matter last night.

I nodded without saying anything.

He got close to me and put his head on my neck, breathing with pain.

Feeling his fingers on my back, I gradually eased my stiff body and asked, "What did he say to you at Folly's wedding banquet?"

Noticing that he paused his breathing, I continued, "If it's about the baby, you can ask me any questions."

"It's okay!" He kissed me on the lips, "It's all over. We'll be fine."

He didn't want me to be sad about it, because the pain would make me suffer.

Leaning against his chest and hearing his heartbeat, I slept well this night.

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It was rare for Dennis to be romantic. The next morning, when I woke up, I saw a large bunch of Platycodon Grandiflora on the bedside, with a faint fragrance, which made me happy.

There was a card on the flower and some words on it. "Remember to have breakfast. Wait for me at home."

Once there was a destination, I would feel relieved no matter how far I went away.

I smiled, put the card aside, washed and went downstairs. Finn seemed to be in a good mood.

The breakfast was ready and placed on the table. I didn't want to eat. But if I didn't eat, he would call Finn to ask about it.

He would be worried about me. So I just ate some.

Seeing that I was about to go out, Finn came over and asked, "Madam, are you going out?"

I nodded.

She hesitated for a while and said, "May I ask where you are going? Mr. George said that wherever you go, you should tell him."

I smiled and nodded, "I'll go to see his aunt. Tell him not to worry."

I didn't like Yara, but I also didn't hate her. She was Dennis's aunt, one of his few family members.

As a son, he didn't take good care of his parents, which made him regretful. If he lost the relationship with Yara because of me, I would be guilty when he regretted it in the future.

Yara lived in a house in the southern suburbs that Dennis had bought before. After leaving the Gibson group, she started her own small shop.

As a daughter of a rich family, she used to live a good life. Although she had a strange temper, she had a much better aesthetic and romantic taste than ordinary women.

Of course, she also had a stronger will than the ordinary women.

Running a flower shop alone was not tiring, but it was inevitable that she had to work hard.

There were a lot of flowers and plants in Yara's courtyard, and some fruits and vegetables were planted in the backyard.

It was late autumn now. Many flowers in the yard were crushed to death by the heavy snow.

When I arrived, Yara, wearing an apron, was cleaning the crushed flowers and plants in the yard.

After looking around, I took off my coat, found the sickle, and began to help her.

Yara was surprised to see me, but she still didn't show me a good face, "What are you doing here?"

I lowered my head and kept cleaning the weeds. I felt a little sorry for the dead chrysanthemum that had been crushed by snow. Most of the chrysanthemums bloomed in early winter. If they were raised in Newton Town, they would definitely be beautiful for a long time.

However, the snow season of City P came early, so it was crushed by the snow.

"Dennis said that you are not in good health recently. I come to see you." We both knew that we didn't like each other, so I didn't have to please her on purpose.