Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 434

But he didn’t mind that. He got up and went into the bathroom. Soon came the sound of running water.

I lay in bed, feeling sticky and uncomfortable. That always seemed to be the case lately.

It was a little wet under me. I initially thought Dennis had left it outside, so I got up and turned on my bedside lamp to clean it up with a tissue.

Suddenly, I saw blood on the white sheet. I was stunned, my heart clunked.

When the bathroom door was opened, I instinctively tried to pull the quilt over it.

But it was a short distance away, and the blood was so visible, and Dennis wasn’t blind, how could he not see it?

His eyes dimmed slightly as he walked over to me, his gaze resting on the blood I had covered.

I expected him to take a look at that, but he didn’t. He just wiped his hair, looked at me with warm eyes and said, “Go take a shower!”

I nodded, got out of bed wrapped in a towel and took a quick shower. I was thinking about Clariana, and I put on the clothes I had washed and dried last night.

When I got out of the bathroom, Dennis had already changed. The clothes he was wearing were not from yesterday. Apparently, someone delivered the clothes.

When I came out, he looked up, handed me a brown bag, and said, “Here are new ones!”

I shook my head, “I changed it. Don’t bother.” It had been washed anyway. I didn’t want to bother.

I found my cell phone and called Mario directly. It didn’t take long to get through.

He said, “Clara!” By the sound of it, he had not slept all night.

I suppressed my emotion and said, “Let’s meet, downstairs at the Victoria Hotel, in half an hour.”

“Okay!”

When I hung up, Dennis looked at me, he looked solemn but he didn’t say anything. I asked unconsciously, “What?”

“We’ll go to the hospital later.” He said, raising his hand and moving the broken hair from my forehead to one side.

I started, almost instinctively, and said, “No, we need to find Clarie first.”

He frowned, “Clara…”

“I said, we need to find Clarie first.” With that, I headed straight for the door, but he grabbed me by the wrist.

He frowned and said helplessly, “I’ll find out about Clarie. You need to go to the hospital, oaky?”

I looked at him with a strange anger in my heart. I shook him off and, almost without thinking, said, “Will you? You didn’t raise her. You don’t give her your heart and love. She’s not your baby. You just said you were going to her and that’s it? Dennis, do you think I can go to the hospital right now? Or do you think that because Clarie’s not your biological child, it doesn’t matter if she gets lost or not?”

This was said out of anger and impulse.

I regretted it when I said it.

There was a chill in Dennis’s dark eyes. He looked at me, his lips pursed, his eyes cold, and he said, “Am I that cold in your heart?”

I said nothing, knowing in my heart that the words hurt him. But stubborn as I was, even when I knew I was wrong, I wouldn’t apologize.

I lowered my eyes slightly, bit my lip, and finally said, “I should go.”

Such an evasive answer would inevitably irritate him.