Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 77

Dennis’ office was huge, with a compartment, which was furnished soundly.

I frowned, “I am not drowsy.”

But he ignored me, taking me to the compartment. He turned on the air-conditioner, “Have a rest now.” With that, he took away my phone.

“Dennis!” What time was it! How can I fall asleep? “I got up late and I am not sleepy.”

He looked over at me, “You need me beside you?”

Speechlessly, I went straight to the bed with anger, and covered my head with the quilt. “I am sleeping, you can go.”

Then I heard his voice with laughter, “OK!”

Soon, it got quiet in the compartment. He must have left. I pulled away the cover, staring at the ceiling.

Did Dennis have changed out of guilt?

Did the marriage last long without love?

I was distracted, and cannot fall asleep with things in mind. I got up to find my phone, but it was outside there.

Off the bed, I went out of the compartment, seeing no Dennis there.

I looked around, seeing a man behind the curtain on the balcony. I picked up my phone and was going to the compartment.

But I heard his voice on call, “Is she fine now?”

He then uttered, “Well, you take her to have a check and get her wrapped. After that, you drive her back to L Community.”

It’s about Olivia Pearson.

Yes, Olivia also got hurt. The one who was not on his lips was the one he cared best.

He didn’t love me, but shouldered the responsibility.

Dennis was surprised to see me, and he walked to me, “Why not have a rest?”

I showed him the phone, “I am here to pick the phone.”

“You don’t need the phone while sleeping.”

“Well.”

Back to the compartment, I lost in thoughts.

Thanks to the pregnant drowsiness, I soon fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was noon. Hearing the noise, I got off bed, with a headache because of long sleep.

I pushed open the door, to see Dennis and Marcus in a fight. But they stopped when seeing me.

Dennis threw a stack of files to Marcus, saying in a cold tone, “Don’t make yourself in trouble, and I hope that you will never do it again.”

Picking up the files, Marcus shoot me and then left.

In confusion, I wondered why?

“What are you thinking?” Dennis uttered, sitting on the executive chair and reaching to me, “Come!”

I stepped forward, sitting on his lap. I said spiritlessly, “I slept too much and feel a little bit uncomfortable.”

He touched my hair and put his face against my neck, “OK, I take you to linger around later. What do you want to have?”

“Not hungry!” I looked up to the clock on the wall, and it’s 3:00 pm. I slept for almost 4 hours, no wondering that I felt so uncomfortable.