Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 92

I was hugged a little tightly by him. Leaning in his arms, I couldn’t help but want to laugh. It turned out that men really like weak women.

I was taken aback by his strength. He held up my cheek with his hand and I met with his dark eyes.

He said indifferently, “Clara, this is not you. Be yourself!”

I…

I couldn’t help but curl my lips and glared at him, “How’s it that Olivia can say such stuff, but I can’t?”

It’s really weird. We’re both pretending to be pitiful, why can’t I?

He laughed, “You have me. You don’t have to pretend to be pitiful. Besides, you aren’t pitiful.”

I suddenly felt that my acting was not believable around Dennis, so I simply got up from his arms and went directly into the bathroom.

For sure, some scripts are only suitable for certain people.

After I came out of the bathroom, Dennis already laid on the bed. I wiped my hair, sat in front of the vanity mirror, and was prepared to blow my hair.

He got up and said, “Come here!”

I thought that he asked me to go over to sleep so I frowned, “My hair is not dry!”

He acknowledged it and still said, “Come here!”

I walked over, looked at him, and asked, "What’s the matter?”

He got me on the bed, took a towel and wiped my hair, and said in a gentle voice, “It’s not good to always use a hairdryer, it would harm your hair.”

I pursed my lips, “It would waste too much time to dry my hair with a towel.”

Feeling a little dizzy and uncomfortable, I made a compromise, “Dennis, I’m sleepy... Use the hairdryer!”

He didn’t say a word, held me in his arms, and said, “Let me help you. You can close your eyes and try to fall asleep now!”

I was so tired that I fell asleep before he could dry my hair.

My pregnancy often made me drowsy and restless.

Dennis seemed to be in a good mood. He got into the car and looked at me and asked, “What do you want to eat later?”

I shook my head and restlessly leaned back in the chair, “Anything’s fine!”

I didn’t do anything, but I felt extremely tired.

He helped me fasten my seat belt after he saw my tired state and said, “Let’s go home and eat. After eating, go and have a good rest.”

I nodded, closed my eyes, and continued to lean back for a while.

In the next few days, I still didn’t have much energy. My belly as four-month pregnant women wasn’t very large, so I was still able to go to the company.

The George Group’s audit had come to an end, so I was also a little more relaxed.

Due to the AC incident, Jackie took the initiative to look for me to resign. I didn’t approve it but told her to go home and rest for a while.

Over the weekend, I made an appointment with Marcus. I wanted to learn from him about the factory in the southern district.

Considering that he was Dennis’s good friend, if I were to report about it directly to the company, it would not be appropriate in terms of the ways of the world.

Therefore, I was going to speak to him privately.

In the coffee shop.

Music was playing softly in the background. After ordering a glass of juice, Marcus looked at me sternly and was a little impatient, “What are you looking for me for?”

“Do you hate me because of Olivia, or was it due to something else?” I asked intending to create some small talk.

He was taken aback, then smiled after a pause, “Are you looking for me to talk about this?”