Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 185

I stopped what I was doing and looked into his eyes. "I'm sorry, Ms. George. I don't have many hobbies, so I may need to invite you out."

He pursed his lips. Fortunately, he didn't say anything and went out.

After taking a shower, I went out of the bathroom and he was not here but put milk on the bedside table carefully.

I took a glance at it and dried my hair in front of the dressing mirror. I was not in good spirits at first, but suddenly fell into the water and might be cold.

Feeling a little tired, I didn't want to fall asleep. I just wanted to lie on the bed and warm myself up.

Dennis George didn't say anything, and I became relaxed. After reading for a while, I played video with my mobile phone for a while.

When Dennis George came in, he was still holding a document in his hand. It seemed that he just came to see what I was doing.

Seeing me lying on the bed playing with my phone, he frowned. "It's not good for my eyes to keep looking at my phone."

I glanced at him, nodded, and answered. Then I put the phone on the bedside table.

He pulled the rope back into the cup.

The bed was pressed down a little. Dennis George sat next to me and said, "Drink the milk. If you are sleepy, you can sleep for a while."

"I don't want to drink!" I've never had a good impression of pure milk.

"Clara Kennedy, listen up. Get up and drink." For the first time, I felt that a person could be so annoying.

Opening the glass, I looked straight at him for a few seconds, got up with anger, got out of bed, picked up the milk, and walked to the bathroom.

After pouring the milk into the toilet, I came out and put down the cup. Looking at his dark face, I said, "Please bring the cup down later. Thank you!"

"Clara Kennedy!" He said angrily, "Is it fun?"

I raised my eyebrows and looked at him in confusion. "What are you playing?"

Seeing me like this, he lost his temper for a while. He stared at me for a while, sighed, and said indifferently, "Have a good rest!"

Seeing him get up and go out, I was really tired. I covered myself with the quilt and was ready to have a good sleep.

However, it was a pity that he couldn't fall asleep. He was very sleepy, but he couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard he tried. This feeling was really not good.

After several hours in bed, she finally fell asleep.

The bedroom door opened and he walked to the bedside carefully. Dennis George's eyes fell on me. "You can't sleep too much during the day. Get up and eat something. You can continue to sleep later."

At this time, I finally felt a little sleepy and was woken up by him. I couldn't help but be a little speechless. I ignored him and continued to close my eyes to continue my sleepiness.

He walked up to me, pulled me up from the bed, and said sternly, "Get up and eat something."

I completely lost my temper. I suddenly opened my eyes, pushed him away, and glared at him, waiting for him to say, "Dennis George, are you sick? Do you know how difficult it is for me to have a good sleep? How many times have you thought about my feelings?"

Perhaps my reaction was too intense. He frowned, and his black eyes were filled with coldness. "Okay, let's sleep together!"

I was stunned to see him climbing onto the bed. There were some things that I could avoid once or twice.

No matter how hard I struggled, he was half coaxed and half domineering.

My fingertips brushed across his skin and I cursed, "Dennis George, you bastard!"

"All right!"

I suspect that during this period of time, Dennis George had not touched a woman at all. He was like a wolf pouncing on its prey without any self-control.

After that, he was half lying on the bed smoking.

Under the hazy light, there were quite a few scratches on his strong chest, and there were faint traces of blood.

I got up to wash my body, but was held in his arms, and my head was forced to lie on his abdomen.

The air was filled with the smell of tobacco. After a cigarette was finished, he said in a deep voice, "I'll go to see a psychologist with you for a while."

I was a little confused. I looked up at him and saw him put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray. Then I realized and pursed my lips. "No!"

He raised this kind of question. Except for the coldness there, I couldn't think of anything else.

"I have never thought about treating this disease since I was pregnant. There are so many diseases all over my body, and this one is not missing."

Looking up at him, I said indifferently, "If you can't feel anything, you can find someone outside in the future."

Dennis George frowned and lowered his body, his eyes devoid of any expression. He looked at me with a vicious gaze and said, "Looking for someone outside? Clara Kennedy, you really have no bottom line. I asked you to treat me because I was afraid that you would hurt me. If you don't look like this, there's something wrong with your heart or your body."

Surrounded by him, most of the light was blocked by him. I frowned and really didn't like this kind of oppressive atmosphere. I said lightly, "It's the first time that you know I'm sick. How do you want to treat so many diseases?"

Without waiting for his response, I withdrew from his embrace and went to the bathroom.

When he came out, he sat on the bed, covered half of his body with the quilt, and held the mobile phone in his hand. He looked at me and said, "Mario was downstairs. Change your clothes and go down... to see a doctor!"

I was speechless again.

Throwing the bath towel aside, I said lightly, "He can't cure my illness."

He frowned. "He's a doctor. What can't he do?"

I narrowed my eyes and looked at him. "I told Dr. Bennett that I was cold. What do you think his reaction is? You can't do it? Or..."

Speaking of this, I stopped talking. I know that he knows what I mean better than I do.

Seeing that he was frowning, I kindly reminded him, "I only have no reaction from you, so, Ms. George, if you have time, please go and see your own illness first."

Seeing his face darkening, I went straight out of the bedroom. I don't think it's easy to challenge a man's bottom line.

Sure enough, as soon as I stepped out of the bedroom, an angry voice came from inside. "Clara Kennedy..."There was also the sound of something breaking.

Standing at the door, I closed the bedroom door on purpose to prevent him from disturbing the people.

When I went downstairs, he saw Mario Bennett sitting in the hall. Nanny Daisy had prepared a lot of dessert for him, but he didn't move. He just took a few sips of tea.

Thinking about it, boys generally didn't like dessert.

Hearing the noise, he looked back at me and raised his eyebrows. "You're thinner!"

This...He was really good at praising people.

Sitting next to him, I said, "You're quite good at praising people." Girls liked to be praised for being thin.

He took a sip of tea and frowned. "Do I sound like a compliment?"

"All right!" I said, "At least I think so." No one likes greasy and chubby people!

Seeing this, he stopped talking and felt that he could not continue.

Nanny Daisy walked up to me and said, "Clara, I cooked something to eat. Have some food first, and then let Dr. Bennett treat you!"

"It's okay, I'm not very hungry!" After that, I looked at Mario Bennett. "Do you think I look like a patient?"

Mario Bennett raised her eyebrows. "Yes! Let's go eat!"

I was speechless again.

Seeing that Nanny Daisy was not leaving, I couldn't help frowning. "Nanny Daisy, I'm really not hungry. You..."