Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 985

Reaching out against his chest, trying to make himself feel better, but the emotions are like the overflowing blood of the collapse, how can not plug, the body gradually leaned forward.

The red light flashed and Hank fired up the engine, sensing that something was wrong with me, "Not feeling well?"

I shook my head, not wanting to turn back to the hospital, "It's nothing."

He then started the car and crossed the intersection, and I immediately felt much more relaxed.

Perhaps this is the aftermath of memory loss, emotions come and go as quickly as they come.

When I glanced in the rearview mirror, the Lincoln had already turned in another direction, as if it would never cross paths with my life again.

It is also, sitting in that kind of car, with the golden key out of the sound, raised from childhood, the future is also the tip of the people, although memory loss, but one thing but feel very deeply, I am not what rich and noble son of origin.

I remembered the man who was a sight to behold and subconsciously read his words in my mind.

--In your intellectual opinion, what kind of woman can your father see in me?

Do I look bad?

Most importantly, is that the attitude of a father talking to his own son?

The outward appearance is a high cold and deep look, the mouth is also unforgiving, I really do not know which woman can stand this temper.

Thinking about this, I couldn't help but look at Hank sitting next to me.

If you do not know, a comparison, Hank is really considered a dream-like existence.

He is affectionate, gentle and modest.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Hank was probably a little uncomfortable with me looking at him.

I smiled lightly, "Nothing, just a feeling that you really are a good man."

Hank seemed to not expect to be complimented by me, his eyes slightly converging, "Right ......."

......

The car stopped in front of the villa with the name "Gu Residence".

"We're home." Hank turned off the engine and leaned over to unbuckle my seat belt.

I subconsciously shrank my neck, not quite used to such thoughtfulness, "I can do it myself."

Hank's face froze for a moment before he sat back down again, "Fine."

Every cell in my body was telling me that I was not comfortable with being close to this man, but morality was warning that this was the lover who would never leave me.

I was afraid of being tangled in two thoughts exploded, with the fastest speed out of the car, back to wait for Hank stood at the gate, a long breath of relief.

Half a month has passed, in addition to just woke up, unconsciously accepted the intimate touch of Hank, after waking up, the body will subconsciously reject his closeness, more and more serious, to just now, the heart is also resistant.

The subconscious mind does not lie and is more intuitive.

"What comes to mind?"

Hank's voice brought me back to reality.

I turned my face to find that he had come up to me and was standing side by side with me.

"No, it's still a blank sheet of paper." I shrugged my shoulders and deflated slightly helplessly.

"It's okay, let's take our time." Hank didn't think much of it and smiled as he guided me through the door.

The villa is decorated in an old-fashioned foreign house style, from furniture to the house frame, almost all made of mahogany, with a gramophone in the middle of the living room, giving the whole house more of a sense of vicissitudes and age.

Hank led me up to one of the rooms on the second floor. The room was spacious, and once the curtains were drawn, the sunlight was scattered all over the floor.