Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 63

“Go to take shower!” his voice suddenly cut my fancy.

I turned around and saw him staring at me with his dark eyes. While looking into his mysterious eyes, I felt like flinching. So I shifted my eyes off from his and hurried into the bathroom.

Though the shower sounded loud, I could still clearly hear the phone ring in the bedroom. I supposed it might be Dennis’s. However, I saw him holding my phone against his ears with a sullen face when I came out.

Not until then did I realize that he answered a call on my phone. I hurried over and asked, “Who is it?”

He showed no response but to hand me the phone.

I took it over and saw from the screen that it was Luis. I frowned, wondering why he called me.

I held the phone against my ear and said, “Hello, Mr. Collins!”

I tried to be formal so as to avoid being wronged by Dennis.

He just leaned against on the sofa and fixed his eyes on his own phone with a sullen face still.

“I have dealt with the headline. And I am sure it’s necessary to have a press conference.” Luis said seriously.

His reply was a bit out of my expectation. So I nodded, “Okay, thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” But he still seemed to bury something in his mind. Then his voice sounded again, “I will make you officially recognized as Mrs. Collins for the sake of my crush on you!”

I hurried to stop the topic, “Good night then!”

But I still noticed that Dennis was staring at me impatiently.

I knew I shouldn’t continue. So I hung up and put the phone away. I said to Dennis while looking at him, “It’s about the headline. He has…”

But it seemed to be a clumsy denial if I kept explaining. So I stopped even though I didn’t finish. Then I turned to grab the towel to dry my hair.

But then he grabbed the towel. I turned around and saw him, who was just focusing on his phone on the sofa, suddenly stand behind me. Before I could react, he started to dry my hair.

Both of us fell into silence.

After a while, he threw away the towel and ordered domineeringly, “Lie on the bed.”

I was stunned.

He took over the bottle of oil and kneeled on the bed with one knee. Not until then did I realize that he was going to massage me.

My face was rendered burning blushed. Then I looked at him, “You don’t need to…I can do it…”

However, I held back my unfinished words when looking into his gloomy eyes.

He remained unspoken and got some massage oil on his palm adeptly. Then he started to massage my calf. It felt a bit weird. I felt like breaking the ice with a topic but I failed to come up with any.

“Are you still being mad?” I asked cautiously, feeling worried.