Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 155 the Miserable Child 1

It was Toby. "Mr. George, what's the matter?"

"Fire the receptionist, never hire her!" After that, he continued, "Don't let irrelevant people in without my

permission in the future.

Toby was a little confused. "Mr. George, who is irrelevant?"

"Olivia!" After that, Dennis was ready to hang up the phone.

Toby quickly said, "Miss Pearson came with Mr. Thomson. Mr. George, I have no right to stop her!"

Dennis frowned. "Find a way!"

After that, he hung up the phone, looked up at me, and said, "How about this solution?"

I nodded. "Simple and crude!"

He frowned. "Are you satisfied?"

I curled my lips. "That's your business, none to do with me."

I couldn't be bothered to argue with him, so I handed him the pastries I brought and said, "Daisy said

that if you knew this cake was made by me, you would definitely like it."

He took the box and looked at it. His eyes fell on me. "Did you really make it?"

"I did help!" Both Daisy and Jenny had made it too. I could not take all the credit alone.

Hearing this, he smiled and said, "Although it looks ugly, it should taste good."

Ugly?

I...

It was already afternoon. When it was time to get off work, Daisy called and said that she had gone

back. She asked me to wait for Dennis to go back together after he got off work.

Knowing that Daisy wanted to arrange a chance for me to get along with Dennis, I didn't say much and

agreed.

Dennis usually didn't like pastries, so he put them down after a few bites. I didn't say much and leaned

against the sofa, playing on the cell phone.

The phone was taken away. "Spend less time on the cell phone. It's not good for your eyes!"

"Spend less time on the cell phone but more on you?" I'm really bored. Besides, I felt unhappy with

what happened just now, so I wanted to scold him as soon as he spoke.

He laughed and said without any grudges, "Well, you can spend all your time on me!"

I rolled my eyes at him and said with no interest, "You'd better ask Olivia to spend her time. I'm not

interested!"

"Are you still angry?" He pulled me into his arms and said helplessly, "There are too many people in the

company, and it's inevitable that someone will make trouble. Why bother?"

I scoffed. "Do you mean that you knew what they said about me from the very beginning and you just

indulge them all the time? If I hadn't come here and happened to encounter this thing today, would you

have enjoyed it? The wife is going into labor, while the mistress is also pregnant. Two women are

carrying your child. Maybe you will have a son and a daughter at the same time! What a wonderful

thing!"

Hearing the sarcasm in my words, he frowned and said, "You really have a clever brain that you can

imagine so many things. Why don't you use it to think about the problem?"

I snorted. "What should I think about? About how lovingly it is between you and Olivia? Or how you two

make love?"

He frowned and said with anger. "As I said, I have nothing to do with her. Why do you always like to

hold on to this matter? Can't we let it go?"

"How?" I was unhappy and said with a rough tongue. "You allow her to flit in and out your company, let

all the employees in the company call her the president's fiancée, and finally pretend that it has nothing

to do with you. Dennis, are you lying to yourself or to me? Do you think it's interesting?"

He looked into my eyes and suddenly smiled. "You let Leo takes care of you, give you fruits, and give

you memories. Why can't you stand Olivia beside me?"

I didn't expect him to do mention these things. Anger rose in my heart and I suddenly stood up, but I

couldn't stand still and almost fell down. He reached out to help me, but I pushed him away. "Stay away

from me!"

Then I was going to get out of the office. When the door opened, I saw Marcus standing at the door

and wanted to knock on it. He looked a little embarrassed.

It seemed that he had heard more or less what we said just now.

"Sister-in-law!" He suddenly spoke. I was stunned for a moment, and then I realized that he seemed to

always like to call Dennis brother.

"Mr. Thomson, don't call me that. Your sister-in-law is not here!" With that, I walked away from him.

Dennis stepped forward and stopped me. "Clara, where do you want to go?"

"It's none of your business!" I shook him off and was about to leave, but he pulled me back to the sofa.

He looked at Marcus and asked, "What's wrong?"

Looking at this situation, Marcus felt a little embarrassed and said, "The case in Western Europe has

been solved. Mario and I plan to celebrate together at night. Do you want to go with us?"

Dennis glanced at me and raised his eyebrows. "Do you think I can go?"

Marcus was speechless. After a pause, he said fearlessly, "Go with her. It's fine as long as you don't

drink!"

"Do you want to go?" Dennis asked me with his arm still holding me.

"Will Olivia go?" I looked at Marcus and spoke with a stubborn look in my eyes.

Marcus was stunned and nodded. "Yes!"

I nodded. "I'll go!"

Marcus looked at me and then at Dennis. Without saying anything, he went out.

Dennis pulled me and asked, "What do you want?"

I found it funny. "What can I do? The Lewis family is so powerful, can I kill Olivia? I just want to go with

you to defend my husband. What's wrong? Don't you want me to go?"

He said helplessly, "You are about to give birth soon. It's not safe for you to run around!"

"Isn't Dr. Bennett here?"

"Mario is very busy recently, so he doesn't have time to take care of you." His words made me feel as if

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"Okay, I won't go!" Since he had said such words, if I were to be more shameless, I would be ashamed.

Seeing this, Dennis stopped talking.

He looked at me and asked, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

For a moment, I couldn't figure out what to eat. I thought for a while and said, "Hot pot!" Perhaps

pregnant people have a strong taste. I seldom ate hot pot before, because I'm afraid of spicy food, and

I don't like it so much. But now if I don't eat it for a long time, I will feel that something is missing in my

heart.

He frowned, probably because he didn't like hot pot very much, so he said, "Change it."

"Why?" I especially didn't like him to be like this. "It was you who asked me what I wanted to eat. And I

told you, you rejected it, so why did you ask me?"

He frowned. "The hot pot tastes too strong. And there would be too many people. It's not safe!"

"It's safest not to eat anything!" Sometimes, I thought that Dennis was really annoying. "You are right.

You're a dignified and elegant CEO, most suitable to go to a restaurant with an elegant and noble

woman like Olivia and enjoy every second of your romantic time, but not go to a hot pot restaurant

which is noisy and crowded. It really doesn't deserve a rich young man like you."

When a person was in a bad mood, he would say anything.

He pursed his lips. "Clara, can't you be as cute as a normal woman? What's the point of being so

mean?"

I found it funny. "Olivia is interesting. Go and find her. What's the point of mocking me here?"

It was getting late, so I didn't argue with him. I got up and went out of the office, looking at him lightly

and saying, "It's okay if you don't like a hot pot. If you're worried that something will happen to your son,

you can wait for me outside the hot pot restaurant. After I am done, you can send me back."