Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 95

Not long after, the doorbell at the villa gate rang. As soon as I turned to open the door, my mobile phone rang as well.

It was Dennis who called.

I picked up the phone, and before I could speak, he instructed, “Open the door. They are here to install a baby room. In addition, the garden room on the highest floor is not the best place to sleep in. I’ve asked them to renovate the master bedroom. You will sleep better there.”

I acknowledged, opened the door, and saw a middle-aged man looking at me and said, “Hello, Mrs. George, we were called by Mr. George to install the baby room.”

I nodded, opened the door, and let them in.

Then I asked on the phone, “Where are you? When will you be back?”

“At the Windemn Restaurant, I may be back a little later. I’ve ordered soup for your dinner. Chef Owen will have someone deliver it to you in a while.”

His voice was very calm, but he had arranged everything.

I hummed, didn’t say much, and said calmly, “Okay, then I’ll hang up first.”

Looking at the rockery in the yard, my heart was a little confused. It was as if my heart was being gently rubbed by someone, it was slightly hurt, yet it was inexplicably warm and throbbing.

Dennis was very good at taking care of people. I knew a long time ago that if he took you to heart, he would take care of you until you didn’t even have to move an inch.

Yet, how long can this warmth and good time last?

As the sun slowly set, Chef Owen got someone to bring soup and a lot of side dishes, all of them were to nourish the body.

I didn’t eat much. After the workers left, I went to look around the house.

A lot had changed. The collectibles that were originally placed in the hall apart from those broken by me before, the rest of Dennis had taken them to the warehouse.

The original dark and rigorous house had been replaced with warm colors, and even the original brown sofa has been replaced with Athens blue, which looks warm and warm.

There were carpets laid on the Roman stairs, with many warm-colored paintings hung in the corridors. The baby room was mainly sky blue, which looks very seductive.

The mood got lifted just by the sight of it.

My eyes are teary, did he do all these for the child or me?

It was probably for the child!

I covet this kind of beauty. I sat in the baby room and refused to come out. The doorbell downstairs kept ringing, but I was very distracted.

After realizing it, I trotted downstairs.

When I opened the door, it was Marcus. As I took a long to open the door, he looked upset, “How big is the house that took you so long to reach?”

I ignored him and saw Dennis sitting by the flower bed behind him and looked at him half leaning on the rockery as if he had drunk too much.

I walked directly to Dennis’s side. A strong wine smell came from him. I couldn’t help but frowned, I helped him up, looked at Marcus, and sternly said, “Thank you for sending him back.”

Marcus didn’t reply, he just glanced at me and left.

When I helped Dennis back to the bedroom, I saw that he was dazed and didn’t speak much. He just lowered his head in a daze as though he had drunk too much, yet he also didn’t look like it.

“Does your stomach feeling uncomfortable?” I asked as I held and shook him.

He raised his eyes to look at me, his gaze was a little blurred, “Have you eaten yet?”

I nodded and couldn’t help sighing. He probably had drunk more than usual. I got up and poured him a glass of water but was held back by him.

He placed me on his lap, squinted his eyes, and was a little blur, “Where are you going?”

“To pour you a glass of water!” Why did he seem such like a child?