Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 71

“Ah, how’d you get so hurt?” Busy in the kitchen, Daisy had been paying attention to the door. Seeing Dennis back, she hurriedly rushed to him.

Sitting on the sofa, I looked over, to see Dennis standing upright there with bruises and bloodstain on his face.

Daisy went to fetch the first-aid box. I gave him a glance and then looked faintly at Daisy, “It’s late now, and I am gonna go conk out.”

Daisy opened her mouth but said nothing.

Avoiding his deep look, I directly went upstairs.

Sometimes, your offered care was nothing to him. I had something kept from him, so did he.

When I came out of the bathroom, Dennis was smoking in the balcony, lonely and cold.

Giving a careless look at him, I looked away and got seated before the dresser, starting my skin protection.

A long while later, he came out of the balcony, glancing at me, and then he headed straight to the bathroom.

It’s way late. Drying my hair, I went to bed.

Strange bedfellows can describe our relationship.

Night fell. It’s quite quiet at night in Newton Town, while the woodnotes in the garden made the night alive. The moonlight through the window fell in the bedroom, dazzling.

I slightly moved, feeling a little bit uncomfortable. Suddenly, I felt a hand on me.

I woke up, to find that Dennis was going to have sex.

Narrowing eyes, I uttered, “I have no feeling to you while sober, no mention that I am in a sleep.”

My words froze him, and anger showed up in his eyes, “You are revenging?”

Drowsy, I closed eyes, “Out of question.”

He snorted, and petted me violently, “Because I didn’t do you so much.”

I frowned. As expected, behind the decent appearance was a dodgy man.

Sipping the lips, I endured and tried hard to make no voice.

“No feeling?” Aware of my reaction, he snorted, “Is the ‘no feeling’ an excuse to refuse me?”

Ignoring him, I froze and let him.

A long time later, he stopped and turned on the light on the bed stand, and was going to lift me to the bathroom as usual.

But when he looked over at me, he narrowed eyes. His hand on my belly slightly shivered.

With a hoarse voice, he asked, “Why not shouted?”

Fainted, I felt sharp ache from the belly. And the flowing blood told me that my baby was leaving me.

What to say? I felt great pain from the heart, like a knife cutting it.

“Bang!” Dennis got off the bed and bumped into the chair.

Indifferently, I just watched.

He picked up his phone, swiping the screen with shivering fingers. It took him long to give a call.

He was answered soon. Dennis uttered, with panic in his voice, “She is bleeding, badly. I need an ambulance.”

Hanging up, he swaggered into the bathroom, and got out with a towel.