Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 8

Lydia, however, snorted and scoffed, "That ungrateful creature. Freddy had been kind to him for nothing."

"Stop the nonsense!" Andrew threw a ferocious stare at her and looked at me helplessly. "It’s getting late, and Old Mr. George is resting in peace now. Go home early."

"OK. Thank you, Mr. George." Both Andrew and Lydia were in their 50s now, and they had no children, but they sat pretty living off the shares of the George Group they held. Lydia had a sharp tongue, but actually, she was a kind person, so the couple was the envy of many people in their circle.

Standing in front of Freddy’s tombstone, I watched them walking away and fell into a trance. Since Freddy had died, the marriage between Dennis and I might have come to an end too. Just as the rain would stop, or the sun would go down, I would finally lose him.

"Take care of yourself, grandfather. I’ll pay you a visit later." I took a solemn bow to the tombstone. Just as I turned around to leave, I was shocked.

When had Dennis come?

Dressed in black, Dennis was standing not far away behind me with a grim face, his dark eyes fixed on Freddy’s tombstone, but I could hardly detect any kind of emotion from his grieving face.

Seeing me turn around, he looked away and said in a low voice, "Let’s go!"

So he came… to pick me up?

I stopped him at once as he was about to leave. "Dennis, Freddy is gone, and you should let it go too. You know, he had done so much for you all these years…"