Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 464

Obviously frozen, sizing me up from head to tail, her eyes fell on the black shirt I was wearing.

Her face somewhat turned pale. She subconsciously moved, suddenly biting the lips, hidden emotions.

I froze slightly, "I'll blow later." I did not like to use the hair dryer. I was reluctant because machine could bring damage to the hair quality.

Seeing this, Dennis frowned slightly, and looked to Sheila said, "AI promotion to the marketing department. For the other things you talk with Toby ."

Sheila frowned, looked at me, and said to him, "Dennis, these are the things that must go through your hands to ......"

"Go ahead!" Dennis spoke, interrupting her, looking sideways at me and raising his hand, "Come here!"

I walked towards him. Sheila probably thought I was a bit red-faced and glared at me grimly.

Somewhat huffily, she left.

Pulling me close to his arms, Dennis' voice was a little low, "If you don't blow dry your hair, you'll catch a cold."

As he spoke, he already took the towel from my hand and wiped my hair for me.

I nodded my head and couldn't help but look down at my somewhat long nails, which hadn't been cut for a long time and should have been.

As an afterthought, I noticed him staring at me. His eyebrows looked cool and soft, seemingly able to swallow people up.

"Is there something on my face?" This was my instinctive reaction, raising my hand to wipe my face, and I couldn't help but be a little puzzled.

He lost his smile, and there was a flash of light in his brow.

"No!" As he spoke, his smile seemed to get heavier.

I nodded and thought for a moment, "Shall we go for lunch later?"

"What do you want to eat?"

"Anything!"

He responded, but didn't specify what he wanted to eat.

Dennis had a meeting to attend and dried my hair. Toby came by a few times and said there was a meeting starting in Germany, so he should hurry over.

He was in no hurry and instructed Toby to find some clothes for me to change into before he left.

I was a little helpless, but I felt a little shy.

Sheila suddenly came in, which surprised me a little, and when I saw her and said, "He's gone to a meeting."

She nodded and put the papers in her hands back on her desk.

Instead of rushing out, she stood in front of me and seemed to have something to say.

I looked up at her and spoke shallowly, "What does Miss Torres have to say?"

She didn't say anything, but sat down directly across from me and looked at me. "Dennis has been staying out late lately, hasn't he?"

I frowned at her and didn't say anything.

She smiled lightly. "Not going to ask?"

"You could have just said." I was not very good at talking to people I didn't know well.

She curled her lips, some showy gesture, "AI to public sales, he and I have to work late every night. Sometimes we're busy, we even forget to eat together. The good thing is Toby is very sweet, can always remind us."

"Clara, you are already far from him. What he needs around him is a woman who can walk side by side with him."

I looked at her, but suddenly remembered the lipstick mark on Dennis' collar earlier.

Rather than getting angry, I just spoke lightly, "I always thought in view that every mother would teach their daughters to understand manners, justice and shame as they grew up, but now it seems not every girl has a mother."

"You ......" She glared at me angrily.

I smiled lightly, "Miss Torres, your excellence and professionalism are points that people recognize and appreciate, but as for the rest, I believe Dennis and I share the same opinion. The later is the best. I actually quite hope you can succeed."

She frowned and did not understand what I meant.