Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 165

Hank nodded and felt a little unhappy, but I didn't pay much attention to him.

I went to the supermarket with him and bought some cooking things. He looked at me and asked in surprise, "Can you cook?"

I felt embarrassed and said, "You look down on me. Why can't I cook?"

I picked a few seasonings and said shamelessly, "You just wait. I'll show you my cooking skills tonight!"

He laughed and raised his hand to rub my head, "Okay!"

I raised my head and smiled. Looking at the shelf behind him, I said, "Hank, help me get that seasoning. I can't reach it!"

He didn't respond, but looked behind me indifferently. I was stunned and felt that someone was staring at me behind.

I wanted to look back. Suddenly, Hank pulled me back and pressed my head into his arms.

He said, "It's late. Let's go back!"

I was confused. Suddenly, someone grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of Hank's arms.

Then I saw Dennis looking at me with complicated expressions. I was very stunned and felt that I could not think anymore.

I stared at him dully and didn't know what to do. My hearing was very painful, and I felt very frightened and helpless.

I felt that my body was shivering. I immediately looked away, but I still felt very sad.

I'm not ready to face him and explain to him what has happened to the child.

"Clara, why do you..." Suddenly, a woman's charming voice sounded and I felt shocked.

I saw that Olivia's belly was slightly bulging. She stood next to the shopping cart, in which there were a lot of baby products.

I suddenly remembered that Dennis also chose the same things for me not long ago.

I felt collapsed and looked at Olivia angrily. I couldn't control myself and shook off Dennis’ hand.

He rushed toward Olivia crazily. No one expected that I would do that.

Olivia was so shocked that she hurried to step back. I rushed to grasp her exquisite hair tightly and said, "Olivia, you kill my child. I wouldn't forgive you and Luna."

"Clara, you're crazy! Dennis saves me!" Olivia screamed.

I was held tightly by Dennis. He said sadly, "Clara, I'm Dennis. I'm your husband!"

My eyes turned red and I struggled out of his arms with all my strength.

Hank held me up. I grasped his hand tightly and said, "Hank, take me away!"

I didn't want to stay here with them anymore. I was afraid that I could not control myself and fought with Olivia.

I was even more afraid that Dennis would protect her, and saw any intimate movements between them.

"Okay, let's go home!" Hank said. He picked me up and walked out of the supermarket.

People around were looking at us. Dennis followed and stopped Hank. He said angrily, "Put her down!"

Hank sneered. He said, "Do you think she will leave with you?"

Dennis looked at me, and said, "Clara, come back with me!"

I grasped Hank's arm and said hurriedly, "Take me away! Take me away!"

Hank nodded. He looked at Dennis and said, "Dennis, you will force her to death!"

Dennis bit his lips tightly. After a while, he looked at me and said slowly, "Okay! You go!"

Hearing that, I felt relieved. Hank carried me into the car and took me back.

When arriving home, he put me on the sofa in the living room, and poured me some water. Then he took out the medicine and squatted down beside me and asked, "Do you want to take medicine?"

I nodded. Then I took the medicine, and swallowed it. After a while, I calmed down and felt tired to lean against the sofa.

He sat next to me and accompanied me quietly for a long time. I felt very lucky that every time I got into trouble, I could meet a noble person to help me.

The last time something wrong happened to grandma, it was grandpa who accompanied me. This time, when I was in trouble, it was Hank who helped me. However, I didn't know how long I can hold on.

I suffered tristimania. I was not sure whether my mental state is too weak or it was my destiny.

I fell asleep. It was already night when I woke up.

There was a sound in the living room. I got up and saw that Hank was cooking in an apron, looking like a skillful chef.

He turned around and smiled, "Go to wash your face and come out for dinner!"

I leaned against the door frame and watched his skillful movements. I ask, "Did you go to NE Cooking University?"

He chuckled and said, "Well. It seems that you're praising me!"

I nodded and said, "You look awesome!"

He turned off the fire, looked back at me, and said, "Go to wash up!"

I nodded and went into the bedroom to wash up. When I came out, he already prepared three dishes and one soup, which smelled very good.

Sitting at the dining table, he served me a bowl of rice and said, "Eat more. Let's go downstairs for a walk later!"

I nodded. The food tasted good, but I just ate a few mouthfuls and lost my appetite.

He did not force me to eat more. He looked at me and said, "There are some fruits and snacks in the refrigerator. Go and see what you want to eat!"

I smiled, "You used to be skillful to take care of girls, right?" He did it so meticulously, which made me admire him very much.

He nodded and said, "I used to take care of White like this!"

I was speechless.

I went to open the refrigerator door and found that there were many fruits. I knew that he bought them when I was asleep.

I found a box of strawberries and wanted to take it into the kitchen to wash. He said, "I've washed it. You can eat it directly!"

I was speechless again. He was very detailed.

I sat on the sofa, and he packed up the bowls and chopsticks. Seeing that I was a little bored, he said, "Change your clothes. Let's go downstairs for a walk later!"