Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 840

Round and round, or back to the original point.

Dennis hid everything from me, always thinking in terms of what was best for me, Hank's favors were owed to me by myself, and they were both right.

"I'm sorry," I couldn't bring myself to smile, I could only smile bitterly, "I used to just feel indebted to Hank, and now, I just don't know how I'm going to face the family."

If it wasn't for Hank meeting me, Shaw wouldn't have fallen from a glorious little princess to a rough housewife. I could have advised Shaw to live a dignified life with a crown, but the regret and guilt in my heart couldn't be wiped away.

Even if it's a stranger like Jessica, I can give up, but now it's Shaw, but I have a lot of concerns, I can't live with my conscience, even if Shaw and Steve can really come back safely, I can still get along with them without changing my face?

The thought of a nausea in the stomach, I subconsciously cover my mouth and nose, push Dennis away and run to the nearest bathroom, lying on the sink dry vomit.

It was a while before I finally stopped reacting to the vomiting and plopped down on the sink, one hand on the small of my back, looking at myself in the mirror and panting heavily.

Having been pregnant twice, and being no stranger to pregnancy sickness, I was well aware that the IVF was successful, but I couldn't smile.

When my first child died, the world was giving me a hard time, only Hank, who has kept me alive until now, and I chose to take sides three times when Hank was having the hardest time.

I asked myself, can I really pretend I don't know anything and be content to keep the family business with Dennis and nurture my own children while Hank's family is in ruins?

When Dennis walked in, his cool, noble face was reflected in the mirror, and I hurriedly lowered my head and let go of the hand on my belly.

"Not feeling well?" Dennis waited outside for a while and didn't see any reaction to the pregnancy vomiting he had just experienced.

"No." I shook my head, turned and walked out, heading straight for the bedroom, even though I didn't know what to do with myself and Dennis, my body was honest enough to know that the baby needed to be still.

I lay down on the bed and Dennis sat on the edge of the bed and carefully tucked me in, "Have the private doctor come over tomorrow."

"It's up to you." I closed my eyes and leaned back on the pillow, intending to just fall asleep.

The bedroom was surprisingly quiet, my mind was dark, I vaguely heard Dennis's breath move, as if he had something to say, but finally stopped, he sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me for a while, then got up and retreated.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, I slowly opened my eyes, the large room only turned on a bedside lamp, the whole environment seems lonely and few.

Pregnant people like to be sentimental, so this is the time when all the emotions come flooding in.

When Gloria left, the Gibson family was just like this, empty and lonely. Hank kept the Gibson family home, and the only thing he asked was for me to stay with him for one night, saying that this way, the family would at least be a little popular and not too lonely.

I did not dare to think about it anymore, for fear that I would be completely consumed by emotions, closed my eyes hard and forced myself to sleep.

When I woke up, I heard Nanny knocking on the door outside.

"Young madam, it's time for breakfast, the young master is waiting downstairs."

Dennis didn't go to the office?