Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 433

I put my phone down, turned around and went to the bathroom, where I ran hot water and rinsed.

When I came out, I was surprised to see Dennis standing by the bed. I didn’t react for a moment and almost cried out in surprise.

I came here too busy to bring a change of clothes, so I just threw them in the washing machine after I took the shower. When I got out of the bathroom, I was only wrapped in a towel.

Our eyes met and I blushed even though we had been naked in front of each other for countless times.

“How did you get in here?” How did he get in when I had locked the door?

His dark eyes rested on me and he frowned slightly, “Clara, we need to talk.”

“We have nothing to talk about now. It’s late and we should go to bed.” Then I sat down on the bed and wiped my hair.

The towel in my hand was picked up by him, I couldn’t help frowning and lifting my eyes. He wiped my hair without turning a hair.

“I can do it myself.” With that, I reached for the towel in his hand.

But he shunned it.

I pressed my lips together, the anger that had been pressing in the bottom of my heart increased, so I said angrily, “Dennis…”

Out of nowhere, he ducked, grabbed my face, and without warning, kissed it down.

Men were stronger than women, and there was resentment in our hearts. So, his kiss was punishing and almost suffocating.

He would have continued if he hadn’t feared that I would suffocate.

He paused and our eyes met. But I looked away from him.

He reached out and pinched my chin, looking at me with a flickering light in his dark eyes, “Shouldn’t I be the one who should be mad?”

He asked, his eyes dim and somewhat aggrieved.

I shut my face and took my chin out of his hand. I looked at him and I was still angry, “Then go be mad. I’m trying to sleep.”

Dennis smiled angrily, then said with resignation in his voice, “Clara, are you being reasonable?”

“No!” I meant to be angry with him, and it couldn’t be solved in a couple of moves.

He probably figured it out, so he took off his coat, threw it aside, and lifted his hand to unbutton it. And I was staring at his long fingers.

He looked at me with his dark eyes, and he stared at me with grace and meaning.

“Why...... Why are you taking your clothes off?” I said, my voice stuttering.

“I’m sleeping.” He said, and his shirt was unbuttoned, then he took it off and threw it aside. There was heat in the room, and his huge body was right in front of me.

I pressed my lips together for a moment and looked away unconsciously.

I heard his chuckle and I said, “Dennis, what are you…”