Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 428

Fortunately, Marcus fiddled for a while, then settled back on the couch. I thought he’d had too much to drink and fallen asleep.

When I looked sideways, I saw him staring at the ceiling, eerily quiet.

Seeing how distraught he was, I couldn’t resist asking Dennis, “Who is that girl he loves but can’t have?”

Dennis didn’t say anything. He raised his eyebrows and didn’t try to answer it.

After thinking about it, I approached him and said, “Olivia?” I couldn’t think of anyone else besides her.

Marcus probably heard me. He jerked straight up on the couch, looked at me, and yelled at me in a very angry voice, “Olivia, you’re blind. What’s good about Dennis? He just has some money and looks good. I can give you money if you want!”

I…

I looked up at Dennis. There was nothing unusual about him, and he seemed calm.

I looked at Marcus and smiled. I tried to console him, but I always thought I would laugh, so I stopped.

Instead, Dennis put his arm around me and lowered his voice, “Don’t worry about him. He’ll be fine when he wakes up.”

I was shocked and whispered, “He does this all the time?”

His long fingers rested on the glass, which was raised to his lips. His thin lips were an inviting shade of red.

“Sometimes!” He said, looking at me, and seeing that I was staring into his mouth, he put down his glass and smiled, “What?”

I pulled myself together and hid my embarrassment with a dry cough, “Oh!”

I looked back, but my heart beat faster. This man was probably a seductive demon.

Fortunately, Marcus calmed down after a while of drunken agitation. Maybe he didn’t think it was any use yelling like that.

So, he just lay down on the couch and slept with his eyes closed.

Dennis looked at him, then his dark eyes rested on me, his voice deep and subdued, “Come on, let’s go home!”

I nodded, looked at Marcus and said, “Should we send him back?”

He shook his head, “No, we just need to take him downstairs.”

With that, he stood up, raised Marcus, who was drunk, with one hand, and looked at me, “Let’s go.”

Outside the W Town, a driver of the Thomson family stepped up to help Marcus. He thanked Dennis and helped Marcus out.

Dennis’s car was in the parking lot. As Marcus was being picked up, he looked at me and said, “Wait here for me. I’ll get the car!”

“I’ll go with you.” I said, the W Town’s car park was huge and it was a long walk.

But he stopped me. “I’ll be right with you. Don’t run around. It’s cold outside. Go inside and wait for me.”

With that, he called the W Town clerk and showed me inside.

I couldn’t beat this guy, so I had to wait for him in the club.

He raised his eyebrows, took the half-smoked butt from the girl beside him, put it in his mouth, and looked at me, “Ok, you name the time.”

Looking at his wild and unruly appearance, I wanted to say something but eventually gave up.

I turned and walked towards the door of the W Town. As I approached, I heard two people talking at the door.

The woman had her back to me and her voice trembled. She was tugging on Dennis’s sleeve, “Mr. George, how am I worse than her? I’ve been by your side for two years. If you look twice at me, you will see that I am a great deal better than Clara.”

I knew that voice. It was Sheila Torres. It looked like she was drunk, and with the strength of her drink, she almost shamelessly rubbed herself against Dennis.

If it wasn’t for Dennis’s good manners, she would have been thrown right out.

Dennis swallowed his anger and said, “Let go of me.”

Sheila Torres did not let up. She dragged him and then basely pressing against him. “I’m the perfect woman for you, Dennis. Even is the best way to go. I tried to excel at everything you gave me in order to be next to you. Only I can help you most with your career.”

As she spoke, Sheila Torres pulled her outfit under her shoulder. From my point of view, I could almost see the smooth bulk of her back.

It was not hard to imagine what Dennis could see from his point of view.

Most of the people in the club were looking for fun. They just took a look at the scene. Sheila Torres was praised for her size and beauty. There were obscene, profane looks thrown at her, too.

Dennis was a gentleman. He looked at her coldly and gnashed his teeth, “Please behave yourself.”

I could tell he didn’t want to hear her talk so much nonsense. He probably wanted to leave early and he was looking around for me.