Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 437

I might be really ill, or perhaps, that extreme selfish person was the real me.

Dennis was not at the hotel. After washing up, I was ready to go out when I met Leo, who was ready to knock on my door.

Seeing my haggard face, he frowned, “Didn’t you sleep well last night?”

I put my hand between my eyes and shook my head, “Yeah. Any word on Clarie?”

He said “yes” and motioned me in.

I moved aside and made room for him to enter the room.

Sitting down on the sofa, I did not speak, but waited for his words.

He poured himself a glass of water, looked at me and said, “Clara, are you happy with Dennis?”

I frowned and said with some displeasure, “Leo, I thought you were here to talk to me about Clarie.”

He put up his hand, touched his nose, coughed and said, “Well, I did come to talk to you about Clarie. Clarie’s got Dennis and the Bennett family and the Kennedy family, so let’s talk about your problem, okay?”

I felt uncomfortable when he suddenly looked at me seriously. I pressed my lips together and looked at him, “What problem do I have?”

“Just answer my questions.”

I frowned, a little displeased. But as he stared at me, I said, “Everything had always been fine between Dennis and me.”

He pressed his lips, “I mean, are you happy?”

I always felt this was nitpicking, and it irritated me. So, I frowned and said, “Leo, can you tell me what happiness is?”

Life was so long, and it was all a story. Since it was a story, how could there be no joys and sorrows?

What was the definition of happiness?

In a good mood? If happiness could only be defined by good mood, wasn’t the definition of happiness too narrow?

He sat up straight and sighed, “Clara, you know what happiness is better than I do. You don’t want to answer me because you’re already burdened and upset in this relationship. You have a problem with Dennis, no matter what. Deep down, you still hate him, don’t you?”

I was silent, looking at the water cup in front of me, a little distracted. “So, what are you trying to say?”

“You can either leave him for good, or you can go to the hospital, get therapy, and start over with him. You and him can’t go on like this forever.”

Why?

Until now, I had no idea what was wrong with me. All I know was, I was not okay right now.

Most of the time, I had no way to control my anger and indifference.

The scars of all those years couldn’t be healed, they could only be buried. Over time, they were buried under the skin and looked fine, but once the wound was pulled up, you could see the rotting wound.

After a moment’s silence, I said, “I’ll go to the hospital, but not now.”

He nodded, not demanding too much.

A moment later, I looked up at him, “Leo, we shouldn’t be talking right now.”

He nodded, looked at me, and said, “Yeah, I know. You’re worried about Clarie. We should go find Clarie.”

“So…”

“Clara, will you listen to me first?” He put his water glass down, looked at me and said, “I need you to listen to me, but I need you to stay calm, okay?”

The words…

I asked tentatively, “So, you found Clarie, did you?”

He nodded, but he didn’t seem happy.

Looking at his pale face, I suddenly realized something might have happened to Clariana.