Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 53

Olivia nodded, paused and looked back at Dennis, replying, "But I have no clothes to change."

"I remember you brought some here before. They are in the guest room."

Standing at the head of the stairs, I watched the two of them talking in silence.

Olivia nodded and walked into the guest room.

Back when Freddy bought this house, he said that he bought it because it was huge. He hoped that Dennis and I would give birth to many babies to fill each room in the house.

Later, I gradually realized that that day would never come. Ironically, I didn’t even know when Olivia had brought her clothes into this house.

How ridiculous!

"Ah!" A shrill scream came out of the guest room, and it seemed that Olivia fell.

Frowning, Dennis rushed to the room by instinct but stopped at the sight of me, his eyes dark. "You’re awake?"

I nodded, my heart bleeding. "She fell. Go check on her."

"Clara!"

"Just go."

I couldn’t stop anyone from anything. I could never stop him from rushing to his love!

I turned around and went back to the bedroom without looking at him. The storm was raging out of the balcony. I went there and stood in the draught. As long as my body was cold, the pain in my heart would be numbed too.

I crouched down, put my arms around myself and buried my head between my knees, my tears streaming down my cheeks.

Sometimes, gain didn’t come after pain. The reason fairy tales were called fairy tales was because they never came true.

Sometimes, you just had to pull it through on your own, because no one could ever help you, nor did they have the duty to help you.

Having been in the rain for some time, I felt dizzy, and both my heart and my body were numb with cold.

I heard the patter of footsteps coming from the bedroom and looked up, wondering when Dennis had come to me. Now he was standing by my side with a sullen face, the look in his eyes grim, as if he was seething with anger.

"Are you having fun torturing me like this?"

Astonished, I looked up at him and asked, "Are you?"

Dennis didn’t answer my question, but pulled me back from the balcony, his brows knit, and said helplessly, "Clara, there’s some responsibility I have to take. Don’t use the baby and yourself to torture me, will you?"

I dropped my head, my tears gushing out nonstop. "I wasn’t torturing you. It’s just that I hurt so much."

Since I got wet through, Dennis carried me into the bathroom and turned on the shower head, stripping me in silence.

I sat in the bathtub, my head spinning, my mind blank.

I could feel a dull pain in the heart. It hurt.

We had spent countless nights together, so I didn’t feel embarrassed as he took my clothes off. I just let him.

After a long time, the bathroom was filled with warm mist, and my body became warm too.

Now that my body temperature recovered, Dennis wrapped the bath towel around me and carried me out. He put me down on the chaise lounge and dressed me in the pajamas before drying my hair.

Silence hung heavily in the room, and neither of us wanted to start a conversation.