Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 72

I was a little frustrated, lying on the bed. When your life came to one certain point, you will lose all hope.

In the following days, many thing happened, such as the headline news about Luis Collins, Olivia finding her origin, and Leo’s back to Newton Town. However, I paid no attention.

Recuperating in the hospital for a week, I was in the trimester and got a baby bump.

Touching the swell of the belly, I often was in a daze, or in a daze while staring at the ceiling.

Dennis came to the hospital every day, and he occasionally started a chat with me, but often ended with a fight.

Several times later, he seldom came to the hospital. After all, he was rich and the nurse and care worker can take care of me.

He didn’t come and I didn’t challenge him. Daisy cooked different soups for me every day.

Perhaps owing to the mental problems, I didn’t even want this baby while in a daze alone. I can get rid of Dennis and start a new life without this baby.

Thinking that way, I embraced more actuation to miscarry the baby.

I knew that there was something wrong with my spirit, but I cannot stop thinking that.

On the weekend, jacaranda flowers blossomed on the sides of center roads in Newton Town, which made the city active and alive.

I left the hospital today. Dennis drove slowly, intended to allow me to enjoy the beauty.

I looked through the window at the outside.

“Dennis George, I have lost myself so long.” Since the day I met Dennis, I was no longer like myself.

Selfish, paranoid and cold, how and when did I become such a woman?

He frowned slightly, with a meaningful look on his face, “You have a baby bump now, you can leave the case of HY Technology. We can make time to have a rest.”

I was clear that he wanted to take me out and get relaxed, but I had no place in mind.

Shaking head slightly, I lowered head and touched my belly, “The audit is coming to an end. I’d like to have a rest after that.”

Silent for a while, he nodded, “Okay, call me anytime if there is any problem.”

Saying nothing, I looked at the couple who were hugging beside the road. I recalled my life in the past time, and I seemed never to date someone.

I never tasted a sweet love and never learned how to love and how to enjoy one’s love.

A quarter of my life had passed, but I was still in confusion about my life.

Thinking of this, I cannot help lowering eyes and laughing at myself. Was it bound for me to suffer this life?

“What are you laughing at?” Noticing my smile, he suddenly asked, with heavy hearts.

I shook head, saying in a light tone, “I just recalled something hilarious.”

“What is it?” asked he. But I was not willing to tell.