Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 25 You Are Pregnant

“Is this your solution?” He suddenly replied in a freezing tone.

“Yeah!” I had planned this from the beginning that I would use this incident as an excuse to leave

Newton Town naturally.

Dennis’ tall figure stood in front of me and he just sneered, “First you aborted the baby and then signed

the divorce paper, and now you’re going to quit the job. Clara, what are you really up to?”

Surrounded by his aura, I sweated and stepped back out of instinct. He then suddenly hugged my waist

and stared at me, “Where is your next stop?”

“No!” I hurriedly denied and turned to him, “You are the one who always wanted me to sign on the

divorce paper, aren’t you? Now that I’ve signed it and you finally can be together with Olivia. Isn’t this

what you want?”

“Great!” He smiled gruesomely and gripped me much harder, “Clara, you know I hate it when people

decide things for me. Do you really think that you can just walk out of here freely after murdering my

baby?”

“You didn’t want that baby, did you?” I frowned and was really confused. “Olivia threatened her life on

forcing me to abort this matter. Instead of waiting for you tell me to abort this baby, I might as well do

that on my own.”

The air suddenly cooled down and Dennis just gazed at me dangerously. I had a feeling that I was

facing a ferocious lion which can wring my head off instantly.

“You sure are clever!”

I really didn’t know what he was thinking about and was damn sure that this wasn’t a compliment.

“Clara, don’t try to trick me. Well, it’s okay that you aborted the baby since we can always keep on

trying!”

Then he just left coldly, leaving me alone.

I was really bewildered. When other men said things like this, they definitely meant to console and

soothe the women, but Dennis surly didn’t mean that.

“Why are you still standing there?” He turned around and frowned.

I suddenly didn’t know what to do and just followed him.

Dennis then drove me to a courtyard house which housed a Chinese restaurant.

Upon entering the restaurant, a pink-clad waitress greeted us and smiled to Dennis, “President George,

this way please.”

Then I went into a private room through the yard with Dennis and saw Marcus having tea with Mario.

They seemed to be chatting.

Then the waitress just stepped out.

Dennis took the seat opposite of their tea table and said lightly, “Why haven’t ordered yet?”

“Zac is still making the soup.” Mario then turned to me, “Are you hungry?”

I paused and then shook my head.

Marcus despised me a lot at this point, so seeing that Mario was so considerate, he said spitefully,

“What are you being so delicate for? You just lost a baby, right? I don’t think you are precious enough

to let Zac make the soup specifically for you. He is a well-known chef internationally. What a waste of

resource!”

Mario wanted to stop him, but I just smiled, “What a great view here! I’d like to walk around.”

It was obvious that I said this to Dennis and Mario.

Dennis glanced at me and didn’t say anything. Mario replied, “Right, it’s indeed beautiful here. You can

go and have a stroll. There’s a miniature landscape nearby and has a pond with lots of fishes in it.”

I said thanks and just left the room.

“Are you insane, Mario? How come that you care so much about that woman? If she didn’t marry

Dennis by using unscrupulous means, Olivia would have long been living happily with Dennis now.”

Though I really didn’t want to eavesdrop their conversation, Marcus’s voice was so loud that the whole

yard can hear him.

Then I just fastened my steps and left the yard.

There was indeed a wonderful scenery out here.

Located in the downtown area of Newton Town, this yard was quite spacious and had such a large plot

for growing flowers outside which was a clear sign that the owner here was quite loaded.

Walking on the pebble-strewn path, I saw a man probably in his thirties breaking a twig with a kid. NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

As I was approaching them, the man stopped and greeted, “Hi.”

I smiled back, “Hello.”

The kid beside him was just starting to learn how to walk and ran wobbly towards me without nay fear

of a stranger.

Eyes wide open, the kid handed the yellow flower in his hand to me.

I instantly got merry and wanted to hold him up but was stopped by the man, “You are pregnant. He’s

quite naughty and might hurt you.”

I paused and turned to the man in astonishment, “You...” How did he know that I was pregnant?

But I didn’t really finish the question.

He replied, “You don’t have to be surprised. I knew something about the medical skills and judged from

your look and the way you protected your belly, I assumed that you are pregnant.”

I nodded and really admired this man.

“What a special view here.” I said, “It is more like a vegetable garden.”

The man grinned and corrected, “Well, it’s an herb garden to be more specific. There are over 2000

herbs here and some of them are in the brink of extinction.”

I paused and examined around and found out that there really weren’t many veggies here and had a

great many of unidentified plants here.

“This place is originally called herb garden. The Newton Town has the most comfortable climate in the

country and is the best place to nurture vegetation, so it would house some unique and special herbs

here.” The man then put away the twig and was about to leave with the baby.

I nodded and started surveying this place seeing that he turned around.

But then he suddenly stopped and said to me, “Mrs. George, don’t stay too long here. Some of the

herbs here are not good for your baby.”

I froze and he had left when I turned around. Did he know me?

Dennis came out to look for me in a while and seeing that I was watching the ants by the creek, he

suddenly approached me and said. “Let’s go.”

I was deeply absorbed in the view and was taken aback by his sound, so I nearly slipped but was

luckily grabbed by him.

He frowned, “Are you an idiot?”

I came to myself and smiled to him awkwardly, “I zoned out.”

He then just left.

I had a feeling that Dennis was not as indifferent as before to me these two days.

So I followed him and plucked up my courage, “This place isn’t a restaurant before, isn’t it?”

“No.” He answered and didn’t seem like that he wanted to continue the conversation.