Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 992

After dinner, Hank did not go straight upstairs, but accompanied me and the maid to clean up the dishes together, and acted skillfully like an ordinary young couple.

I noticed that Folly was extremely upset about this.

These three people, must have something to hide from me.

So after sitting and chatting for a while, I pretended to be drowsy and made an excuse to go upstairs, "Hank, you take care of Miss Lewis and Mr. Felton for me, I'm sleepy from the medicine, so I'll go upstairs and lie down for a while."

"Go ahead." Without much thought, Hank got up and helped me to the stairway, watching me walk up to the second floor and disappear around the corner in the hallway.

To confirm that I could not be seen from downstairs, I wiggled myself against the wall and listened to the sounds downstairs, heard Hank turn around and go back to the living room and sit down, and only then padded up to the gable behind the log pillars to hide myself and quietly observe the situation downstairs.

Hank has not yet sat down, Folly's cold voice has sounded, "We go to great lengths to find Clara all over the world, but you hide people in the Kennedy family and The Lewis family under the nose, Hank, I should say you are smart, or say you are bold and desperate? "

Hank still looked as indifferent as water and smiled from ear to ear, "That's a compliment, thank you very much."

So long with him, such arrogant expression, I have seen for the first time.

"When are you going to tell Clara the truth?" Folly added.

"The truth?" Hank asked rhetorically, "What is the truth? The truth is that I took good care of her these past six years, and as everyone knows, the Clara of that year has died in an accident, and the one you just met is just someone with the same name who happens to be somewhat similar to the Clara you know."

He paused for a moment and propped his hands on his knees, crossing his fingers with a serious look, "I think I've made it very clear to Mr. Felton that my fiancée is doing very well now and I don't want anyone else to bother her, including you and those who don't matter."

"Heh, you're just crazy," Folly snorted, "Who are you to decide Clara's life, she has a family and a happiness of her own, besides she rejected you a long time ago, don't you think it's mean of you to take advantage of people like this now?"

"I don't care." Hank calmly leaned back in the chair behind him, "I just want her to be alive and well, anyone else anything, I don't care."

"But Clara cares, and that ......"

"That's enough." Hank did not give Folly a chance to retort, looked impatient, "I'm not in the mood to listen to you talk big here, you just need to know, without me, Clara can not get rid of Edward, now Edward is dead, she has no threat, I can not push her back into that fire, only I can take care of her, you guys in the future, no need to come back. "

"No way," Folly insisted, "you're not going to confine Clara for life, I'm her best friend, and besides the Kennedy family ......"

"THE KENNEDY FAMILY?" sneered Hank, "Can't even stop a death obituary, and you think she'll be as safe as she is now if you let her go back to her old self?"

When it comes to this, Folly is suddenly speechless and speechless.

Hank then took the opportunity to get up, while finishing his jacket, while condescending indifference said, "the spilled water can not be retrieved, rather we just confused, when the world does not have Clara this person, I will naturally arrange a new identity for her, if you really for her good, do not meddle in the matter."

Larry saw Folly was disliked dumbfounded, can't look down, "Hank, you polite!"

Hank, however, turned his head as if he hadn't heard, and called for the maid, "Send the guest."

Larry probably had never tasted the taste of being evicted, and is young and vigorous, stood up and was going to do it, but finally Folly stopped it, and the two walked out together.

Hank watched their figures disappear, stood in place for a moment, and then turned his head upstairs with a puzzled look.

I was thinking about what they had just said, a little out of my mind, and reacted with a jerk to crane my neck back to avoid colliding with his eyes.

The night was peaceful, but I was getting more and more depressed in my heart.

Folly and Hank, who stood for me from different perspectives, both made the same choice and did not directly inform me of the truth.

Are those memories hidden deep in my mind really that hard for me to bear?