Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 984

Hearing me call it that, Hank's eyes flashed with momentary surprise, but soon, those gentle eyes were red with tears.

It feels like the name "fiancé" is something he's been waiting for until just now.

Or rather, it was more like a test for me.

A few moments later, Hank straightened his expression and looked grave as he gave way to the doctor and nurse who had been guarding the side, "Doctor, do a detailed examination for her."

I frowned in dismay, with an indescribable feeling in my heart.

The coma for many days, call out to the fiancé who stays at the bedside, never leave, is not worth the joy, but look at his performance, seems to be more surprise than surprise.

The doctor was not surprised, calmly arranged a series of tests, tossed a morning, before giving nothing constructive conclusions.

"According to the examination results, Miss Kennedy, your body functions are still relatively well recovered, only due to the lack of oxygen for too long in that accident at that time, resulting in partial memory loss ......"

The brain is blank, people are inexplicably irritable, and there is little interest in exploring the doctor's words, fiddling with his fingers with his head down.

I didn't stay idle for a few hours during the examination, facing various machines and constantly trying to remember the first half of my life with little success. The frustration kept haunting me, as if reminding me that living like this is incomplete.

"Let's go outside and talk." Hank called the attending doctor to the door and the two closed the window, talking seriously about the condition, occasionally looking through the glass window in the door panel at me in the hospital bed, as if the situation was tricky.

The nurse next to me who was preparing to serve my medication was extraordinarily excited, "Miss Kennedy, you finally woke up, you have been lying for six years, Mr. Gibson has been guarding you for six years, rain or shine, you do not know, many people in our hospital treat Mr. Gibson as the god of men, but Mr. Gibson eyes only you, we ah, only envy. We only have the envy."

When Hank was mentioned, the little girl's face flushed fleshily.

Our age is indeed much more mature compared to young nurses, but this is the most charming time for men, but Hank gentle and affectionate, private crush, in addition to this nurse, probably only more and less.

I don't know why, ordinary women feel that their fiancé is coveted, even if it's not like a shrew shouting to swear sovereignty, at least the bottom of the heart should have a trace of sorrow, but I am very calm, and even smiled with relief, from the heart for Hank liked and happy.

A few moments later, Hank walked in again, handsome and modest face makes people feel good to get along with, but the feeling of insecurity at the bottom of the heart, but more and more intense.

The nurse was dismissed before he sat down at the bedside and skillfully poured me a glass of warm water and handed it over.

I took it, warmed it in my hand, looked up and asked, "Are we really engaged?"

He does give me a familiar feeling, but it always seems to be missing something, not yet rising to the level of intimacy of a couple.

If Hank is really my fiancé, why do I not have any jealous mood swings for him?

Hank smiled faintly, "You think I'm lying?"

"You ......" The ears suddenly flashed the scene of this man waiting day and night, suddenly there is so a trace of intolerance, the words to the mouth and swallowed, I hurriedly shook my head and changed my mouth, "No, maybe something has changed, our feelings have gone wrong, otherwise, I should ......"

It was only an engagement, but Hank watched over me for six years when I needed the most care, and I can say that he had love and loyalty, at least I can be sure that he would not hurt me or seek to benefit from me.