Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 888

Hank and the others were gone for three days, and there was no news for three days.

These days I am on thin ice, sleep has been restless, only by watching the baby's video every day can barely sleep.

Late that night, I just fell asleep, dazed and heard the sound of the door squeaking downstairs, I almost immediately woke up, put on my coat and ran downstairs.

When I got down to the lobby, Vivian had already gone up the other side of the stairs, the bodyguard was nowhere to be seen, and the only person left in the large living room was Hank, dressed in a black cloak, still smelling of dust, just as he did when I met him again, his eyes burning at the crucified Jesus.

Hearing footsteps, Hank spoke up, "Still up this late? Are you waiting for me?"

The voice is clear and shallow, and you can hear the pleasure in it.

Not wanting to dwell on this excessive narcissism with him, I digressed directly, "It doesn't look like you guys are doing well this time."

"Do you want that, Clara?" asked Hank back, walking toward me as if nothing had happened, "God won't always be on Dennis' side."

He stopped in front of me, leaning forward slightly, his eyes sizing me up, the modest and gentle-looking face, at the moment for no reason more than a few gloomy.

"But it doesn't always come down on your side does it?" I didn't move and made a swallowing motion, showing no ripples.

Worry and fear, that is exactly what Hank expects to see, to really do so, will really be fooled.

Hank raised his eyebrows with interest, then stood up straight, as if he had heard a big joke, hooked the corners of his mouth and looked at me mockingly, "Not necessarily."

Just a few words, how confident.

I was about to ask him a question when Hank suddenly turned away, seemingly uninterested in my reaction.

"You said you only saw the baby once before, so you should miss him, right, Clara?"

The topic has shifted so obviously that I have no reason to dwell on it unknowingly, "Yes, I wonder all the time, when exactly will I see him?"

Hank turned his back to me and tilted his head back, indifferent as ever, "Soon."

"Humph," his words really have little credibility with me these days, "how long is fast in your eyes? A day? A month? Or a year? Do you know what it means to live like years? You say you love me and let me choose you, but you leave me to suffer in the darkness of separation, is that what you call love?"

Realizing that my emotions were a little agitated, I restrained myself from taking a sharp breath before continuing, "Since it's all about captivity, think of it as me begging you to keep me and the baby together, I don't want to just keep the video that I don't know if it's real or not every day, I want to see the baby."

Hank had little reaction, his tall body was like a wall standing in place, impregnable, as if to remind me that any fantasy is futile.

After a long silence, Hank threw out the words, "Clara, you're too greedy, and getting ahead of yourself is not a good word."

After that, without waiting for my reaction, Hank turned around and walked past me upstairs.

Now Hank is temperamental and unpredictable in his heart, and there seems to be no chance of speculation at all.

I was a little discouraged and stood in the lobby for a long time before returning to my room.