Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 995

When I got home, I took a hot shower and changed into my pajamas just in time for dinner.

Hank had the maids prepare ginger soup and told me to drink it first, "Get wet and get rid of the cold."

He picked up the spoon and prepared to hand feed me, I took it directly with the bowl, "I'll do it myself."

Just as I was about to drink, my eyes suddenly went black and a similar scene flashed through my mind.

Once upon a time there was someone who fed me medicine with such care and gentleness ......

The head tingled violently for a moment, a weak hand, almost knocked the bowl over, and put it back on the table with his hand.

"Is everything okay?" Hank watched, anxiously standing up from his chair and leaning over to help me, his tone cautious.

I couldn't support my head and held my forehead to, "My head hurts ......"

Hank sniffed, his eyes slightly narrowed, "Remember what?"

"No ......"

That heavy feeling of pain was like a gust of wind that dissipated again as I spoke. I let out a long sigh, looked up at Hank and asked, "Is this how you took care of me when I was sick before?"

Hank suddenly came to life, "What do you think?"

I helplessly pulled the corner of my mouth, Hank has always been careful and considerate, not in this atmosphere joking, "You know, I forgot all about it."

"Nothing that happened before matters." Hank said, picking up the ginger soup and blowing on it, bringing it to my mouth, "It should get cold later."

During the meal, thinking of Dennis and Jamie, it was mentioned as a gossip, "You do not say, although Dennis is the richest, the day to day, the son's affairs, but is very attentive, working hours, said to pick up his son went."

Hank's eyes flickered, and he paused in his chopping motion, "What kind of a person do you think Dennis is?"

"Depends on which side, as a father, not bad, although there are mistakes, the heart is remembering the child, only as an outsider, the character is a little too strange, cloudy, do not get along, I do not know if this is the case in front of the child." I thoughtfully analyzed, completely unaware that I was too involved in attention.

"Yeah well ......" Hank responded indifferently, without comment.

Looking up as an afterthought, I realized he had also wandered off.

"What's wrong with you?" I rarely saw him drift off in front of me, so out of concern I asked, "Is there something wrong with the company?"

"It's okay." Hank smiled and chucked a piece of fish for me, "Eat."

He did not say, I did not think much about it, head down to eat their own, but each other's thoughts are still very strong speculation.

After dinner, while watching TV in the living room, Hank took a magnetic card and handed it to me.

When I took it, I realized it was a brand new ID card with my headshot and ID number, and my name, Sue Kennedy.

It was the first time I visually saw how my name was written and felt strange and familiar.

"From now on this is your identity, joy and sorrow, all written by yourself, like your name?" Hank said lightly.

There is no better gift for someone with memory loss, and I gladly accepted, "Thank you, I love it."

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The next morning, after dropping off Hank, I was ready to go for a walk.

Just outside the door, I saw a black BMW parked across the road, and beside the BMW stood the man in the suit, who was staring at me in awe.

A few moments later, the man came towards me with his feet up.

"Hello."

"Hello." Confused, I said, "How can I help you?"

The man's attention lingered on my face for a moment and quickly moved away, his tone respectful and polite, "I just want to ask you whether there is anyone renting a house in this neighborhood, I think the environment here is quite good, I want to rent one for my boss."