Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 427

After a while, I said, “Dennis, what does it take to be a good person in our lives?”

He leaned on the steering wheel and looked sideways at me, his eyes deep and dark, “Clara, we don’t have to be good people, we don’t have to live our lives according to anyone’s will, you just have to follow your heart.”

I smiled and stared at the scenery outside the car. Yeah, we just need to live up to our hearts.

We got back to the villa a little late. Probably because I was in a bad mood, I lay in bed for a short time and then fell asleep.

When Dennis came out of the bathroom, he stood by me for what seemed like a long time, and then he lay down next to me. His body was long and slender. He lay down and wrapped me in his arms.

It made me look very small.

I was in a daze, aware that he was lying beside me, close to me, so I said, “I’m on my period. I’m a little tired.”

He said, in a low and subdued voice, “Yeah, I know. Good night.”

He patted me gently on the back.

News about the Georges group was everywhere and he got up early. When I woke up, Dennis wasn’t at the villa.

Finn was in the kitchen preparing breakfast, and when she saw me, she smiled and said, “Ma’am, Mr. George left early this morning, and he told me to tell you to eat more later.”

I pressed my lips together and smiled. My eyes rested on the bouquet on the table in the living room. It was a bouquet of roses.

Feeling better, I looked at Finn and asked, “Did you bring that over? Thank you!”

Finn, realizing I meant roses, smiled, “Mr. Toby Rollins dropped them off this morning. Mr. George said you’ve been in a bad mood lately, so putting some flowers around the house would make you feel better.”

I smiled, thinking Dennis was wrong.

Finn made breakfast. I was sitting at the kitchen table, eating porridge, when I saw on my phone the results of the George Group’s response to Sheila Torres falling into the pool.

Because Rose’s push against Sheila Torres in the video was so obvious, she couldn’t explain it anyway. Considering that Rose was a longtime employee of the company, the board ultimately decided to transfer her back to Newton Town and keep her as CFO.

This was a relatively good result for everyone.

After two days in the hospital, Sheila Torres was released, bringing the matter to a close.

How time flied. The holiday was coming soon.

Rose called, but I didn’t answer. I just texted back, “Take care.”

No one could stand to be observed too closely, because we were all half demon.

At noon, Dennis called, his voice warm, “Have you had lunch yet?”

There never seemed to be a burning expression between us. His attention was so absorbed in our trivial life that it seemed to become a habit to ask these questions.

I nodded and sank into the sofa, feeling drowsy. “Yes. I’m the only one in the house. It’s kind of boring.”

I heard his laughter over the phone, “Why don’t you pick me up tonight?”

I was stunned for a while, but nodded and said, “Okay!”

I could imagine his face on the other end of the phone, and I couldn’t help but be happy.

After a pause, he said, “Why didn’t you ask me if I had lunch?”

I was stunned and amused, “Have you had lunch yet?”

“Yes. Very delicious. I’ll cook it for you tonight.”