Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 10

At this point, Dennis walked in like a looker-on. He asked Olivia in a grim voice, his eyes deep. "What are you doing up?"

Olivia acted as if she was surprised by Dennis’ sudden appearance. She put on a charming look, pulled at his clothes and forced him to sit down at the bedside, draping her arms around his waist. "I took a nap during the day and I can’t fall asleep now. Why are you here?"

"I came to check on you!" Dennis’ eyes moved to me and fell on my hand as he spoke. He gave a slight frown. "Go take care of your hand!" No love or tenderness could ever be detected in his indifferent voice.

Olivia held him, guilt on her little face. "It was careless of me to scald Clara’s hand."

Dennis ran his fingers through her long hair, his face calm, as if he wasn’t blaming her at all.

As if being pushed to the edge of the cliff, I found it hard to breathe and made for the door. In fact, I knew in the first place that I would lose the bet, but I still held a faint gleam of hope. Even if Dennis simply asked, "Does it hurt?", I would feel a thousand times better than now. However, he didn’t even throw a compassionate glance at me. He didn’t show any sympathy to me at all.

A broad chest blocked my way in the corridor. I looked up and saw Mario staring at me with a slight frown. Confused, I greeted him, "Dr. Bennett!"

His eyes fixed on me, he asked after some time, "Does it hurt?"

I froze, bitterness welling up within me. Patter! A teardrop of mine fell on the ground as the wind howled through the corridor, making it even more quiet and gloomy.

Even a person that I had met several times would ask me, "Does it hurt?" But why the man I had lived with for two years would turn a blind eye to me?

Mario held my hand and I wanted to pull it back subconsciously, but instead, it was held tighter.

"I’m a doctor." Mario explained in a decisive tone. Just because he was a doctor, he wouldn’t turn a blind eye to a patient. But I also knew he wasn’t a nosy person. He did so just because I was Dennis’ wife.

I followed Mario to the operation room. He told a nurse something and looked at me. "Do as she says. She’ll help dress your wound."