Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 182 Every Luck Has a Reason 5

Human! How ridiculous we are. I was wrong when I loved him before, and I was wrong too when I

didn't love him.

I turned around and went upstairs, feeling that there was nothing I could talk to him about.

"You want to finish all the past between us with just a sentence, don't you?" He spoke in a very

indifferent voice.

I stopped where I was and didn't look back.

"Clara, if you really hate me, are you willing to let me go just like that? The best revenge in the world is

to live a life worse than death. Are you taking revenge? Or are you relieved?"

I didn't know what made such a nobleman say this, so I looked back at him.

I frowned slightly. "Dennis, you know well that these mind games never work on me!"

He looked up with sharp eyes. "Go back with me. That’s the only way for you to vent your anger and

hatred at me."

"Aren't you afraid that I will stab you to death in the middle of the night?" I wouldn't have done it before,

but now it's really different. If I hate enough, I would do anything more terrible than kill.

He pursed his lips with flickering eyes. "I'll wait and see!"

I looked up and saw that the lights in the house had been turned on. Hank was standing by the French

window.

From a distance, I couldn't see his expression clearly, but at least I could imagine.

Dennis naturally saw my actions and frowned slightly, but said nothing.

After a long while, I looked at him and calmed down. "Dennis, I can go back with you, but I want you to

do something."

"Go ahead!"

"I want everyone in City P to know my identity and distance you from Olivia. And never ask what I will

do in the future!"

He frowned and nodded. "Deal!"

After a pause, he continued, "I'll pick you up tomorrow."

"All right!"

At the entryway.

Hank waited at the door with his arms crossed. He looked at me indifferently and asked, "Have you

reached an agreement?"

I nodded and bent down to change my shoes. "I can't always hide behind you since I've said that I have

to make it by myself."

"Well!" He sneered. "Are you worried that someone will use us as an excuse to implicate the Georges

and the Kennedys?"

I frowned and felt that his words were harsh. "Hank, I am still the wife of Dennis. What your mother

worried about is right."

Hank was very good in every way, but I couldn't be so selfish. I had enough of being hurt by loving

Dennis and could not be able to fall in love with another one, even it was Hank.

Seeing his gloomy face, I looked up at him and said, "Thank you for your help these days, but I can't

play deaf and dumb anymore. Hank, I'm sorry!"

Without looking at him, I went to the bedroom. One person would not be so kind to another for no

reason. I am not stupid. I know why he was so kind to me.

Sometimes I also want to pretend to be stupid and continue to stay, but people are complicated and I

can't pretend forever.

What's more, I'm not qualified to be stupid now!

"Clara Kennedy!" He said in a low voice, "Have you... fallen in love with me?"

I was stunned. For a moment, I didn't know what to say. After a pause, I said, "Hank, I'm sorry!"

From behind came his low laughter. "Well, okay! I see."

I could hear the gloom in his laugh.

But I could not do anything.

I opened my mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end, I gave up.

Back in the bedroom, I felt a little uneasy and couldn't sleep no matter how hard I tried.

In just two months, I have never thought about how to live the rest of my life.

How to deal with the matter between Dennis and me? And Hank, I accepted his taking care of me and

his kindness with ease, but I forgot that I couldn't give him anything in the end. Finally, it was still him

who would be hurt!

I was already badly mauled all over. I could not implicate him anymore.

The night was so long that I thought the day would not come.

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As a result of losing sleep for a whole night, I had a headache.

Hank was already in the living room. When he saw me, he looked at me with a poker face. "Have

breakfast first?"

I nodded and my gaze fell on the dining table. White porridge, fried dough sticks, fried eggs, they were

all home-cooked.

Sitting opposite him, I saw him drinking the porridge quietly and elegantly with dark circles under his

eyes.

"You didn't sleep well last night?" I asked.

He looked up at me and responded lightly, "Eat more!" He placed a fried egg into my bowl.

I looked at him and shut my mouth.

I was absent-minded for a moment when my phone rang. Not until I noticed Hank looking at me do I

hear it and gave a glance at the screen.

It was Dennis.

Seeing that I didn't want to answer it, Hank raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you not going to take

it?"

I picked up the phone but didn't say anything but waited for the man on the other end to speak.

"Is there a lot of things? I'll go upstairs to help you with them. I'm downstairs." Dennis said in a neither

too loud nor too low voice, and no emotions could be heard.

I got up, walked to the window, and lifted the curtain. The person downstairs was still in a black suit,

straight and tall.

"No, thanks!" "See you downstairs," I added lightly.

"Okay, I'll wait for you!" It was an ordinary response, as if we had always been like this.

After hanging up the phone, Hank looked at me and pursed his lips. "You haven't finished breakfast

yet."

I looked at him and knew that he was in a bad mood. I paused and said, "Hank, thank you."

Except for this, I don't know what else I should say. Everything in the bedroom was arranged by him.

Nothing should be taken away.

I missed him and went straight out of the bedroom. Suddenly, he grabbed my wrist. Before I could

react, he kissed my neck hard.

All of this happened so quickly that I couldn't react in time. I pushed him away in pain, covered my

neck, and became slightly angry. "Hank, I thought you would respect me!"

He found it funny. "Clara, you really think too highly of human nature!"

I took a deep look at him and said in a serious voice, "Goodbye!"

This was my own problem. I was not qualified to reprimand him but to accept everything instead.

Downstairs.

Dennis was already waiting at the door. When he saw me coming out, he was a little stunned and soon

stretched out his hand to me. "Let's go home!"

His words were as light as a gust of wind.

I pursed my lips and ignored his hand in the air, missed him, and headed straight for the car.

Hank said in a gloomy voice behind us. "Dennis, you'd better take good care of her. Otherwise, next

time, I won't let her go."

I was stunned. I looked back and saw two men looking at each other with anger.

After getting in the car, I didn't look at them but just faintly heard Dennis say, "There won't be a next

time."

The car started, but Dennis kept silent. Naturally, I wouldn't say anything too but looked at the scene of

the tall buildings flashing by the window.

It drew my attention to the extraordinary prosperity of City P.