Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 483

No matter who it ended up being, I would have to bear a lifetime of guilt and uneasiness.

He was doing it on purpose!

Sure enough, he rested his gaze on Cherry who was chanting, narrowed his eyes slightly, and hooked his lips in a cold smile.

"A woman who studies Buddhism? Interesting! I heard that women who study Buddhism are clear-hearted and all empty and abstain from sex, I wonder how is your friend here?"

I froze and shook my head, "No, you can't do that."

Cherry also looked at me incredulously, her gaze filled with horror and fear and helplessness.

I tried to stop the men, but was pushed straight to the ground.

Then came Cherry's resisting shrieks and hisses in my ears.

This was accompanied by Danny's frantic voice, "I haven't seen this image again in years, it's spectacular!"

I couldn't turn around to see, Cherry's hissing voice echoed in my ears.

After all, it was because of me.

For a long time, I suffered in the sound of Cherry breaking down and hissing in despair.

In the end, I only heard Cherry's sentence, "Clara, you're so cruel."

The people who walk on the edge of the sword know better than anyone else.

Back at the villa, in the lobby, dinner was ready on the large sixteen-person table.

I originally thought Bob had left, but saw that he was still leaning on the sofa in the hall gazing idly at a book, as if the place was very idle in general.

Danny and Dan had left, leaving Bob and me in the lobby of the large villa.

No one asked me to go back to my room, or to stay, it seems that I just let me stand here obediently.

Half an hour later.

The cook in the kitchen came out respectfully, walked up to Bob, bowed, and spoke, "Sir, dinner is ready."

The first time I heard the voice, Bob lowered his eyes, put down the book in his hands, raised his eyes lightly, his thin lips lightly opened, "Well!"

The words were as good as gold.

"Ta-da!" The book in the man's hand on the coffee table made a sound, very light.

He got up, copied his pocket with one hand, and his height of six-foot-one was enough to create a tarzan-like aura.

Seeming to notice that I was still standing in the hall, he slightly squatted down and looked sideways at me, his handsome beauty slightly converging, "Dinner!"

Me?

I pursed my lips and saw the maid in the kitchen once again take out a pair of bowls and chopsticks and place them on the dining table.

Understood, he did call me.

Followed him to the table and sat down, two people sitting at a table for sixteen, imagine how empty it was.

He didn't seem to have much to say, just bowed his head and ate his food gracefully.

"Snap!" There was a sound from the kitchen.

Almost at the same time, Danny and Dan, who I had thought had left, walked in.

One went into the kitchen to see what was going on, and the other walked over to Bob, bent down and asked in a regular manner, "Sir!"

The man in the kitchen came out and reported, "It was someone who accidentally spilled something."

"Well!" Bob opened his mouth, having put down his fork without taking a few bites.

Dan frowned, his eyes fell on the head chef standing aside, startling him into a cold sweat.

"Sir, he ......" Danny didn't finish his sentence, seeing Bob's gaze on me, and muted violently.

"Not to your liking?" The words were asked of me by Bob, his voice very light.

I froze for a moment and shook my head, "No."