Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 523

"Dennis!" Looking at Linda and me lying on the ground, Toby pinched his brow and seemed to have a bit of a headache.

"Find a hotel to put her in, or find a way to send her back." Dennis opened his mouth, jerked me up, and walked away.

Still a little confused, I followed him and said, "Dennis, what are you doing?"

He didn't say a word, pushed me straight into the car, started the car, and then started racing.

The windows were opened and the cold wind poured in, making me more and more nauseous and wanting to vomit.

I pulled Dennis's sleeve, let him stop the car, directly off the car and leaned on the roadside flowerbeds dry vomit up.

I took a bottle of water in front of me, I took it and rinsed my mouth, and his helpless voice came to my ears, "Are you still uncomfortable?"

I shook my head, some dizzy uncomfortable, get up, was his arms, subconsciously want to push him away.

But after half a day of tossing and turning, after the alcoholic energy, I no longer have the strength to struggle, so I simply let him hold me with my eyes half closed.

He took the car, I leaned on the car, after the energy came up, I do not want to move, the window was rolled up, I closed my eyes some sleepy, not a moment will also be shallow sleep.

When I became conscious, I found myself lying in the hotel bed, and the sound of rushing water came from the bathroom.

I slowed down a bit, my head was a little dizzy, my body was a little uncontrollable, I knew I was brought by Dennis, I did not worry too much.

Thinking of getting up and ready to go, but struggling for a while, the body has little strength, the brain has dizziness unbearable.

I found that every time I finished drinking, I was very sober, but my body was not under control.

The bathroom door was opened, Dennis came out with a towel wrapped around his waist, and water droplets were still hanging on his toned body, seeing that I was awake, he took an indifferent look and said, "Awake?"

I nodded and lay down on the bed, unconsciously tugging at the covers, and realized afterwards that my clothes had been taken off.

For a moment, I stared at him with wide eyes and said angrily, "Dennis, you're despicable, you know I'm drunk, and you still ......"

He gazed over and raised his eyebrows, "What else am I doing?"

I froze, looking at his expression, a little unsure, whether he had done anything to me or not, froze and said, "You slept with me?"

He casually pulled over a towel and wiped his still dripping hair, raising an eyebrow, "Sleeping with me?"

I ......

He knew all about it, and he did it on purpose.

I saw this, I did not speak, wrapped the quilt, simply said, "Where are my clothes?"

His hand rubbing his hair stopped and looked at me, indifferent as always, "You should ask where are my clothes?"