Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 334

After four years of absence, Yara’s face looked pale and calm, but still dignified.

Dennis and I appeared in such an intimate way that as soon as we entered the villa, they stood up from their tea sitting in the living room.

Yara frowned when she saw me. She Looked at Dennis and said angrily, “What are you bringing her back for? You......”

Dennis raised his eyebrows and said coldly, “It’s my personal business.” He spoke so softly that no emotion could be discerned, but there was a distant coolness about him.

Yara was a little agitated. “Dennis, you’re already apart. Why are you still fighting? Four years, you...”

“It’s getting late. You’d better go home.’ He clearly gave the order to leave.

“If you are sleepy, have a good rest!” Dennis looked down at me. His eyes were light and warm.

I sighed. I had invisibly offended Yara this way.

His voice was warm as he carried me upstairs. “Everything is still in the bedroom. They are the things you like to use every day. Just like before.”

I pressed my lips together, and Bernice, standing in the living room, seemed to be swaying slightly.

She looked at me hopelessly.

As a woman, you always had instincts. I didn’t know what happened to Dennis and Bernice Miller in the last four years. But by the look on Bernice Miller’s face, she probably had Dennis in her heart.

“Mr. George!” Bernice spoke, and her voice was a little hollow in the empty hall.

Dennis frowned and looked back at her with a frown on his face. “Miss Miller, what do you want to say?”

Bernice pursed her lips and looked aggrieved. “There are some details I’d like to discuss with you about HY Technology Co., Ltd.’s endorsement.”

Dennis was a man who was dignified and elegant. Looking at her, he did not have much emotion, but only spoke lightly, “Miss Miller, it’s nine o’clock in the afternoon. The working hours of the George Group are eight hours. From nine o’clock in the morning to six o’clock in the afternoon, it’s three hours past the end of the day. You’re a highly educated man, and showing up uninvited is rude. Now you ask me to talk to you about work in the middle of the night, and people who don’t know the details will think I have something with you.”

His eyes were grave, “You’re an adult. Surely you know what to do and what to say at a given time. Go back early today, although I don’t know how you came to my home today, but I don’t want to see this situation again. I don’t want people intruding on the privacy that my wife and I deserve. I’m sorry.”

It was polite and gentle, without the slightest hint of anger. But it was extremely unpleasant for any girl to hear that. It was like hurting someone in the gentlest way.

He said these things calmly, to a girl who admired him, which was kind of cruel.

Yara frowned. “Dennis, you’re out of line!”

Bernice’s face was pale and gaunt, but she suppressed her emotions. It was a little awkward.

Yara said, “Berny, he’s a straight talker. Don’t take that to heart. I’ll call a car to take you back.”

Bernice Miller shook her head. “I’m fine.”

She looked down, not daring to look at Dennis again, and turned and left the villa.

Yara followed her outside, probably to comfort her. Dennis was angry because he somehow guessed what Bernice Miller had said to Yara.

I didn’t know what kind of friendship Yara had with Bernice Miller during those four years, which made her so protective of Her. But now, it looked a little different.

After taking me back to my bedroom, Dennis gaveme a small kiss on my forehead and said in a low voice, “Close your eyes and go to sleep.”

Then he got up and went downstairs.

The elder was mostly concerned about the younger generation. Yara didn’t want me to be with Dennis, so I guessed she knew she had a lot on her mind.

In fact, if I were her, I wouldn’t agree either. After all, it was intrinsically difficult for two people who had hurt each other to continue living together.

He turned off the light in the bedroom. It was supposed to let me sleep, but I was afraid of the dark, so I couldn’t close my eyes.

I got out of bed and turned on the lamp. I couldn’t sleep, and Clarie no longer needed incense hypnosis to fall asleep.

I got up and left the bedroom. There seemed to be a heavy sound of conversation in the hall.

It was Dennis and Yara, and they were arguing about me.

Yara looked angry. “Why can’t you let go? Her parents, and her past. You both know there’s no going back. You can't have a normal couple’s life. What’s wrong with Berny?”

She was a little agitated, “In appearance, she is very similar to Clara. She’s young and innocent and gentle, and with her you could do your business. You two can have a baby together. What’s wrong with that? Why hold on to the past? What’s the point of torturing yourself like that?”

Even I thought that was right. Yeah, why should we get stuck in the past and not just move on with someone else?

Dennis was silent for so long that I thought he had nothing to say, but he said lightly, “I met her when she was 22. That year, she came out of the library building at J University with a copy of Little Women with Diana. Diana asked her if she could choose to be one of them, which one would she choose. She had no hesitation in choosing Josephine. She looked up at the sky through her white fingers, innocently. Josephine, she said, was the bravest of them all. She has a mind of her own and is not afraid to pursue her career, but also to pursue love.”

“If you think about it, her life was the most liberal. That was the first time I met her. At that time, I thought, the girl must have the sea of stars in her heart. When she was 24, my grandfather brought her into the George family and asked me to marry her. I thought that such a girl would not want to marry me. Not wanting to embarrass her, I refused. But grandpa decided, and he forced us into church and married us. I thought that if she wanted to leave one day, I wouldn’t stop her. For two years, I stayed away from her, focusing my energy and time on the responsibilities Calvin entrusted to me. But once a seed is planted in the heart, it will germinate over time. And then I got drunk and she got pregnant.”

“I think this should be fate, so, I began to be good to her, unreservedly good to her. I promised her that I would protect her and our son, that I would give her a big wedding, and that I would never hurt her. She had no family, no home, and I was all she had. But somehow, I hurt her anyway. I spent four years thinking that if it wasn’t for me, with her temperament, she would have had a wonderful life.”