Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1012 - Let's die together

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

Dennis curled his mouth with a not-so-decent expression, "You're interested."

I hate deliberately selling, but I have to admit that Dennis is very good at understanding human nature

and the temptation he throws out makes it impossible for me to refuse.

With a long sigh, I had to go back downstairs and make the exact same breakfast as Jamie's and bring

it up.

When I entered the study again, Toby was gone and I reluctantly placed my plate on the table in front of

Dennis, "Your breakfast."

Dennis did not talk poorly again, took the whole meal over and started eating without a word.

After taking two bites, the action suddenly stopped.

Another quarrel? "I told you that Mr. George's stomach is too expensive to eat the bland food I cook."

Dennis and I looked at each other, lowered our heads again, and ate quietly.

Just a simple children's pasta, in Dennis's hands, somehow ate the momentum of a big meal, with a

face that can almost be described as firm and cold, the picture is exceptionally pleasing to the eye.

When he didn't answer, I walked over and picked up the information on the table to check it out.

These are basically the past of "Clara" and Dennis, the two teenage couples, through trials and

tribulations to come together, so easy to have a child, but in an accident on the island, one of the first to

die.

Even if I have to pretend to be Clara for a long time to come, looking at the information in front of me

without any sense of substitution.

After looking for a while, the afterglow inadvertently fell on Dennis, leaving aside his elusive character,

but also a normal person, but it is still hard to imagine that the man in front of you once also deeply in

love with a woman.

Snapping back to my senses, these things, while helpful to disguise Clara afterwards, had nothing to

do with my lost life. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

The Kennedy family and George family lawsuit information is there, but not a word about me.

With a sense of humiliation that I had been duped, I glared at Dennis in exasperation, "I thought you

said these were the materials to help me retrieve my memories?"

I'm still watching so carefully!

Dennis didn't even raise an eyelid, "Is there a problem with getting custody back a day sooner so you

can focus on getting your memories back?"

"You mean, you won't start investigating my birth until you get custody?"

I was angry and anxious, looking at Dennis's unfazed face, hating his teeth, I will not have to fall for this

man's trick once a day, right?

Instead of answering directly, Dennis pulled away, "Finished reading?"

"No." I said angrily, "You cajoled me into signing an unequal treaty before, and now you want to use me

to get there first, so what makes me believe that after you get custody, you'll keep your promise to get

my birthright back for me?"

I was so angry that my chest was flopping as I spoke, and I waved my eyes at Dennis with no good

grace.

I now seriously doubt the character of this guy, no word of truth in his mouth, the president of the

richest, actually for a children's breakfast to play scoundrel, sooner or later to expose you in front of the

press!

However, Dennis was not affected at all, calmly sent the last bite of fried egg to his mouth, took out the

handkerchief in his suit pocket, slowly and carefully wiped his mouth clean, and only then looked up,

looked at me indifferently, "signed the contract, you are Jamie's mother, I am not Hank, will not allow

the next of kin to wander outside, in the guardianship of his wife and children on this, you can

Absolutely trust me."

When it comes to Hank, I was dumbfounded for a moment and didn't know what to say.

The sudden appearance of the woman and child, and Hank's bright and shiny once contrasted, it is

difficult not to let people think wildly.

In a way, he is not a good person in the traditional sense.

Perhaps stimulated by Dennis' condescending tone, I pursed my lips and retorted forcefully, "Hank may

not be a good husband and father, but he really hasn't hurt me. "

Dennis sniffed, thick eyebrows wrinkled, seemed to recall the deep evil, the next moment, the body

shakes uncontrollably.

His expression looked very painful, one hand propped up on the table to support his body, the other

hand holding his forehead, dense cold sweat instantly covered his forehead.

"Dennis?"

Called twice, Dennis are like deaf, but the expression more pain.

I reached out to try to hold him steady, but Dennis's body is tall and robust, my strength does not work,

Dennis was already drained and fell to the ground, I had to follow the squat, reached out to his

forehead, trying to cool him down.

Dennis' bangs were already wet with sweat, his eyes were tightly closed, and the moment he felt my

touch, he reached out and grabbed my wrist, "What man!?"

I said anxiously, "It's me, Sue, what's wrong with you?"

Dennis did not speak again, the intense pain made him completely lose the strength to open his mouth

and could only grip me hard.

It seems like the harder he pushes, the more relief he gets.

Seeing that he was doing a little better, I then opened my mouth and called out, "Dennis?"

Dennis pressed his head down extremely low, breathing heavily, seemingly with extreme restraint to

keep himself from losing control.

"You let go first, I'll go call someone for you, go to the hospital in order to treat as soon as possible ah."

I struggled, did not push him away, but instead sweated.

Dennis's lips were pale and he couldn't even open his eyes, not understanding how he could make

such a big effort.

After a few moments of stalemate, I tried to tap him on the shoulder to wake him up, however, just

before I raised my hand, it was once again grabbed by Dennis.

He raised his eyelids a little and squeezed the words out of his throat, "So noisy ......"

I am speechless, doing all this is not for his sake, but actually the enemy will return the dislike?

rolled his eyes, finally opened his voice and shouted downstairs, "Is there anyone, Dennis something

wrong, hurry up and see your husband!"

Last night I already found out that Dennis is extremely controlling, the second floor of this private place,

except for cleaning time, usually almost will not let the maid set foot, this time if I did not happen to

meet, Dennis do not know how long it will take to be discovered.

Without waiting for a response from the people below, a man's faint but strong voice rang out around

him, "If you speak again, you will be thrown down."

I looked down and saw Dennis' red-blooded eyes, which looked like he had carried through the most

painful process.

A sigh of relief, no good look at him still holding my big hand, "Throw me okay, you do not let go again,

we can only die together."

Dennis swept his eyes down and immediately withdrew his hand and stumbled to his feet.

I then propped up my knees and got up with it.

Probably because the squatting time is too long, the feet are weak, almost fell to the ground.

Dennis quickly helped me up, and as if to avoid suspicion, immediately let go and stepped aside,

condescending to the air and commanded, "You can go out."