Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 422

He pulled my head, forced me to look him in the eye. His eyes were bright and his voice was low and sweet, but with some desperation, “Clara, when we take a man to heart, we care what he does. I’m your husband. What does it mean when other women throw themselves at me and you don’t care? Don’t you love me or don’t you care?”

I stared at him, winked, and smiled, “So, that’s why you’re mad at me?”

He looked down and bit my lip, “What else do you think I’m mad at you for?”

I understood. Then I smiled and looked at him in the eye, “It’s not that I don’t care about you. I’m your wife. How could I not care about it when you were cuddling with another woman? It’s just, given the circumstances, I understand. I can understand you, not her. You brought her back from England, which means she’s capable enough to be worth it. Dennis, you’re the head of a company, and it’s natural for your employees to freak out and hug you in a situation like that. It would be silly of me to get angry with you about such a thing. There will be women around you for a long time to come, because you are so good.”

His eyes grew cold and his thin lips parted, “So, what are you trying to say?”

I chuckled, “I’m going to say, my honey is wonderful, he’s the king of men, and it’s hard not to fall in love with you.”

My mouth was kissed by him in different shades. After kissing for a while, his eyes darkened, he looked at me and said, “Say it again!”

Stunned, I smiled brightly, “Honey.”

This evening, I took the initiative. Later in the night, Dennis increased his movements, breathing heavily.

I grabbed the sheets, my breath was unsteady, and I whispered, “Dennis, give me a baby. I want a baby for you and me.””

In the middle of the romance, Dennis suddenly froze, and there was a momentary chill in his eyes.

I froze, looking at him, not knowing why. “Can’t you?”

He swallowed the cold in his eyes, smiled and shook his head. “No, I can. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

I laughed, thinking of the child, my heart and body began to ache.

He took me in his arms and said in a low voice, “Clara, we’re all going to be fine.

I nodded, feeling tired as well.

Sunlight was aspersed through the window in the bedroom, mottled light and shadow was shaking and noisy.

Dennis wasn’t in the bedroom anymore. I got up and lifted the quilt. There was a smear of blood on the sheet.

I was stunned. This was not the time for me to have my period! Over the past four years, my period had had occasional inaccuracies and heavy blood flow, but never twice a month.

Frowning, I got up to change my clothes and threw the sheets in the washing machine.

There was a vague worry in my heart. Now that I wanted to have a baby, I was afraid I needed to take care of my health.

I washed up and go out of the bedroom. I found Dennis in the living room, and Finn had already made breakfast and gone.

Hearing the noise, Dennis turned around and raised his eyebrows, “Hey!” he said with a smile.