Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 990 - It's faster to get rid of me

When he turned around, the owner of the voice had already walked into the box.

Dennis wore a gray suit shirt vest, underneath the suit pants fell vertically to the ground without half a

crease, ebony hair subdued combed back, and the same as in the TV screen, meticulously dressed,

easily let the young girl glimpse the presence of.

He swept me a faint glance and lowered his eyes again expressionlessly, his gaze like a torch, "Still not

letting go?"

Little An An smiled, her tender face wrinkled even more, "I don't, I want my mother, I want this aunt to

be my mother, not Auntie Susan!"

This kind of scene, embarrassed I do not even know where to put my hands, I had to apologize and

smiled, "Children may miss their mothers ......"

"If not, you have the opportunity to approach him?" Dennis looked at me with an indifferent,

expressionless face, a face so cold that one wondered if this was a monster born cold-blooded.

Hearing the sarcasm in the words, the smile immediately froze on his face, "Mrs. George, I think you

should misunderstand, it's ......"

Dennis didn't give me a chance to finish, and came over and forcibly broke Jamie's hand off while

saying, "There are so many women who want to be Mrs. George, and you're kind of a novelty,"

He paused here, with a look to indicate Jamie and I keep a distance, although the child stubborn, but

ultimately can not resist the father's majesty, reluctantly lift the little foot step by step to move away.

Dennis then looked up in satisfaction, looked at me and said, "You are very smart, know how to use

their strengths, but unfortunately picked the wrong object, want to be the richest wife, directly fix me

faster, and then the next private approach to the child thing, the consequences are their own."

Is this condescending tone of voice a warning to me?

The confident man is challenging the bottom line of women, I pressed my anger and tried to explain, "I

repeat, this is a misunderstanding, I have no intention to approach your children, not to mention the

intention to be the richest wife, although Mr. George you are indeed well maintained, but in my eyes,

but also a divorced single father with children, there is really nothing There is no need to chase after

him."

Who told this guy to have such a poisonous mouth, it's called treating others the way they want to be

treated.

Dennis smiled slightly, vaguely showing a trace of impatience, eyes slightly narrowed, as if to say that

such scenes have long been commonplace, why talk tough.

I was utterly helpless and just felt a hundred times more helpless.

OK, the richest, golden bachelor, model-level body and face, those outside who really want to be Mrs.

George, want to buy hearts and minds, from the children, it is not impossible.

In contrast, it is indeed more likely that I am the one with a bad heart.

"Forget it, it's useless to talk more, since you think I'm so scheming, please trouble you and keep an

eye on your own son, as for me, I won't be here to get in your way, goodbye!"

"Mom!"

I finished and turned to go out, but little Anan suddenly screamed, his feet subconsciously stopped,

could not bear to look back, finally a gnash of teeth, turned his head and walked out.

I can't help it little Ann, who let you have such an annoying old father!

When I walked out of Kimdock, the car that originally picked me up was still waiting at the curb, so I

asked the driver to take me straight back to the back door of Hank's house.

The villa continues the habit of some time ago, sucking up the lights early, leaving only a few not very

bright wall lamps, I tiptoed in, afraid to disturb anyone.

Out for more than two hours without hydration, coupled with the heart of a thief, a nervous, easy thirst,

walking to the stairs, I turned back to the kitchen to find water to drink.

Just finished drinking and walked out of the kitchen, the lights in the living room suddenly came on, I

froze, looked towards the door and saw Hank standing by the second floor railing in his grey silk

pajamas, looking down with a pale expression.

Before I could think of an explanation, Hank opened his mouth first, "No water in the room?"

I accepted such a thoughtful reason without even thinking about it and nodded good-naturedly, "Well,

I'm more thirsty than usual today and I drank more water."

"Hmm." Hank nodded slightly, and after a silent moment added, "Remember to turn on the lights when

you go downstairs at night in the future, no need to save electricity for me."

I was relieved to receive the joke when I heard him say, "I'll go with you tomorrow to choose two sets of

pajamas."

After saying that, he disappeared into the corridor of the second floor.

I was left, reacting for a while, before staring at the clothes on my body before going out to change, for

a long time did not come back.

......

I don't know if it's because women are naturally maternal in their bones, but after meeting Jamie and

coming back, I tossed and turned all night and couldn't sleep.

Five o'clock, completely lie can not, and do not want to idle, the ghost will enter the kitchen.

Hank's family had food delivered every day and the kitchen was full with plenty of available ingredients.

Strangely enough, perhaps out of survival instinct, every time I see an ingredient, my brain will naturally

jump out of the practice, so I picked two or three washed and slowly cooked.

"Such a good mood today, cooking yourself?"

When Hank showed up, I was warming up milk at the cooking table. Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

"I couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd try my hand at it, not realizing I could actually cook."

It was a bit of a surprise to me to see that I couldn't cook.

I don't remember who told me, "Girls learn to cook from having the one they love".

Maybe it's because once upon a time when Hank and I were in the thick of it, I used to wash my hands

of each other for the sake of our feelings.

Hank stared at me for a few seconds, his eyebrows gradually tinged with a gentle smile, "Your body

has not fully recovered, do not be too tired, these things, leave it to the maids at home to do."

"Not tired, I have it in my heart to move, but feel more strength."

Just finished the milk is also hot, smoothly poured two cups, took the cups towards the dining room,

"Well, eat breakfast."

After sitting down and eating for a while, Hank said, "I have to go back to the company for a meeting in

the morning, and after that, I'll come back and take you out for dinner."

"No need to go to all that trouble, it's nice to make some at home." I blurted out.

Hank was silent for a moment, but finally insisted, "Wait until I get back."

I can't help it, "You don't have to be so careful, I just lost my memory, not a disability, the basic self-care

ability or have, and then continue to reach out for food, the limbs are going to degenerate."

Hank laughed it off and didn't continue to answer.

After breakfast, Hank went back to the office. The maids helped with the kitchen, so I took my

gardening tools and went to the front of the cottage to trim the plants.

Take the watering can to water the flowers when the afterglow suddenly perceived two blurred figures,

fixed eyes look over, really see two sneaky people outside the fence, a man and a woman.

The man is fully armed, the woman is spontaneous, beige long trench coat inside a long skirt with

flowers, warm and not lose poise, large sunglasses on the face, the valiant outside.

Looked blankly for a few seconds and was considering whether to call someone.

Suddenly, the gangly cool woman took off her sunglasses and ran in along the fence, coming straight

at me.