Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 835

I don't know if it's because Folly's expression when she says this is too eerie, or if Sean goes and returns with a strong sense of purpose, leaning back on the bed waiting for Dennis to return and suddenly falling into a nightmare.

In the dream I was nailed to a cross, the group of men in the office filled the entire church, they pointed at me, saying that I had sinned terribly, to cut me to death by a thousand cuts, I tried to struggle, tried to escape, but my limbs were penetrated by finger-thick nails, just to be able to breathe would be painful to tear the heart out.

Suddenly, those people went crazy and rushed to me, drinking my blood and eating my flesh, I was in so much pain, but I couldn't scream ......

"Clara? Clara......"

The familiar low voice rang in my ears, opened my eyes violently, Dennis's deep worried face appeared in front of me, I almost immediately hugged him.

The terrible scene in the dream seemed too real, and the pain of the separation of flesh and bone I could still feel, so much so that embracing Dennis' solid chest, I could not stop gasping for breath.

"Bad dream?" Dennis's voice was put very softly, and his big hands were gently soothing on my back.

It took me a long time to restrain myself from calming down and let go of Dennis and meet him at eye level.

"What was the dream about?" Dennis asked again.

"Nothing." I let out a long breath, still feeling palpitations and not wanting to recall that dream all over again.

Turning his head to look at the window, it was already slightly light, Dennis should have just returned.

"Go to bed and get some sleep, it's still early for the hospital." I tugged on his sleeve, habitually worried about whether his body could carry the load.

"No, I slept for two hours at the office, that's enough, come back and take a shower."

"Go on then, turn up the heat on the water and relieve the tedium."

Dennis rubbed my head uneasily before getting up and walking into the bathroom.

I also lost my sleep and leaned against the bed, unable to completely relax.

What is the world really like? Seeking progress is clearly what mankind has always advocated, but no one has ever told me that the way forward, every day and every night, is so like walking on thin ice.

When I think of the time when Dennis took over the George Group, I hardly had time to stay at home, except for Olivia, and I probably couldn't let up for a moment.

Dennis soon emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in his bathrobe, and simply leaned back on the bed with me in his arms for a while, resting his eyes.

"Sean came over to the house this afternoon?" Dennis said lightly.

And not wanting to hide it from him, he nodded, "Well, wanted to take me to Country M."

"Daydreaming." Dennis grunted grimly, "GW is no longer as someone I would consider working with."