Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 441

My heart felt like a ball of cotton was stuck in my heart, and I felt a sudden pain. I watched him shake his head, tears choked in his eyes, and it was very uncomfortable, "Dennis, I never wanted a hero."

He smiled lightly and took my hand to his lips. His lips were very cold. I knew that his anesthesia had passed, and the wound was starting to hurt.

He said, "Four years ago, I accidentally harmed you and your child, and four years later I accidentally harmed you again. I'm sorry, I know you have a grudge in your heart. Actually, that's fine. I know Clarie. When an accident happened, you left without saying a word. You asked Folly, begged the Kennedy family, but you just forgot me. I don't blame you for not thinking about me the first time when you were in danger. I blame me for not doing well enough. I'm sorry for making you think of relying on me when things go wrong."

I opened my mouth, wanting to deny it, but inexplicably found that what he said was the truth.

It's not worth what to say. After a pause, I can only say, "Dennis, don't talk!"

He smiled, "It's okay, I'm willing to wait, I'm willing to work hard, and wait for you to put me first."

I always thought that I lived half my life with only one Dennis alive, but now that I think about it, I don't actually have one.

Maybe I only live by myself, I don't seem to know how to let go and forget, and I am accustomed to carry all the past on my back and move on.

I don't want to meet new people, and I don't want to let go of all my former lovers.

So along the way, we all worked hard.

After the anesthesia was completely over, he was sweating from the pain, but I couldn't do anything. I washed the towel and wiped his sweat. He just looked at me and smiled, as if it wasn't me that was hurting.

Seeing me crouching by the bed, he said, "Clara, what are you doing?"

I know, he just wanted to talk to me and divert his attention.

I unbuttoned the urine bag and said after a while, "Change the urine bag!"

There was no more of his voice, and it seemed that for a moment, he was silent.

I know that people who are looked up to, never want to be seen like this, and I understand his embarrassment.

Silently taking care of everything, he closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep.

But the dense sweat stains on his forehead told me that he did not, and I silently wiped his sweat with a towel.

His hand was held down by him, his eyes were facing each other, his eyes were too deep and pitch black.

At this time, silence is the best.

I didn't speak, neither did he, I wiped his sweat, I moved slightly closer to him, and gave him a light kiss on the lips.

"Dennis, I'm your wife, it's not embarrassing, we will get sick and die of old age in the future, all of which will slowly pass over time, this is normal and not embarrassing."

He looked at me with deep eyes, and it took him a long time to let go of me.

The doctor said that you can eat some liquid food. Luna cooked some porridge and I blew it cold and fed him.