Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 75 You Help Me Dry My Hair

In the closet, I just had some clothes in it which were frequently used. But I had no idea when he

moved his clothes here.

I just left that behind, because I knew that we will have a fight if I went behind that.

After drying the hair, I went to bed.

Half hour later, Dennis walked out of the bathroom, but he soon lied down on the bed after wiping

roughly the water.

I didn’t like the wetness, so I moved away from him, wrapped in the quilt. But Dennis pulled me over

with the quilt together, "Don't always keep away from me, and life is still long. Don’t we have to treat

each other like that?"

There was less coldness on his voice, instead of helplessness.

“I am not avoiding you, but you are still wet.” I uttered, drowsy.

He let me go, but handed over the bath towel to me, “You dry my hair.”

I dried him reluctantly.

“It’s dry now.” I turned over and was intended to fall asleep, pulling the quilt.

He lay down again and put his arm around my waist. “You'll dry my hair in the future.”

I didn't say a word and felt a little sad. "Dennis George, you feel guilty for me, don't you?" Because of

the guilt, so he wanted to get close and make up!

It’s quiet. Keeping eyes closed, I was so sad. Only guilt can make two people who didn’t love each

other share the rest of their life?

“Never again!” His voice rang beside my ear, and he kissed me on the shoulder, “I will do it better.”

I lost my words.

Times flowed. In his arms, I cannot fall asleep. I can hear his breath, and he was in a sleep.

I turned over and took his hand away from my belly. But he suddenly held my hand. I frowned, “Dennis,

I cannot fall asleep with you like that.”

“Well.” He replied.

I…

I was pressed by him and could not help but open my eyes and look at the man close. My voice was

low, "Dennis George, I can't sleep with you like this."

“You will when you get used to it.” He opened eyes, tired, “You will be asleep soon.”

God knew what a torture that was.

I closed my eyes slightly, but soon I fell asleep.

This night, I was a little tired. I was woken up early by Dennis in the morning. I opened my eyes in a

daze and saw that he was breathing heavily.

I then realized he was holding my hand in...

I got sober in a second and said, "Dennis George, you..."

After a long time, he lifted me into the bathroom and put me down beside the sink. From back, he held

my hand while washing and his voice was a little deep and husky, "Later, we can sleep for a while."

I nodded. It was only six o 'clock in the morning, and I wouldn't have wake up at this time. After

washing up, Dennis put me back to bed.

Then he kissed me lightly on my forehead. "Sleep!" Then he changed his clothes and left the room.

Soon there was the sound of a car starting from downstairs.

Feeling drowsy, it wasn't long after Dennis left that I fell asleep again.

When I woke up again, it was already nine o 'clock. As soon as I opened my eyes, Dennis George

called.

Lying there, I picked up the phone, "Hello!"

"Awake?" The man on the other end seemed to be in a good mood.

"Yes!"

"Get up. I am waiting for you in the office for breakfast."

I gasped and instinctively said, "I'll eat at home."

"Toby is waiting downstairs." He uttered, and I heard a knock from the door in the phone. He began to

be busy. As expected, after a while he said, "I am waiting for you!"

Then he hung up.

I lay down to relax for a while. After washing, I came downstairs and saw Daisy making tea. Toby was

sitting in the living room in a suit with a cold face.

Daisy smiled when she saw me. "Clara, Mr. George asked Toby to pick you up for breakfast."

I took a look at the kitchen. Daisy didn’t cook the breakfast, and Dennis should have left her a note.

I nodded and went out of the villa.

Arriving at the company, Toby took me straight to Dennis' office, serving me a glass of water, and then

he left, while Dennis was still on a video conference.

When I came in, he got up and walked over to me, putting a plate of cranberries in front of me. He then

kissed me on the forehead, and went back to resume the meeting.

Not long after I got up, I had no appetite. Sitting on the sofa, I played on my phone for a while before

Dennis ended the meeting.

He sat down beside me. "Hungry?”

I shook head and put my phone away. He called Toby and then took my hand, rubbing my fingertips.

He raised the corners of his mouth. "Is your hand still sore?"

I was not aware of what he was talking about for an instance, and then suddenly I figured out. Flushed,

I took hand back, "What for breakfast?"

"You'll see!” He clasped me in his bosom, and laid my head upon his heart.

I was not used to that, and felt like pulling back, but he rounded my waist, "let me for a while." Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Toby came in carrying a bag with a number of small boxes in it. He put the bag on the table and left.

He got another call. I knew he was busy, so I took out the boxes. They were cakes and porridge from

Moon & Star Restaurant.

After several bites, I saw Dennis George busy, so I left him alone and prepared to go back to my office.

I was not surprised to run into Olivia Pearson, who was carrying a food box, apparently for Dennis.

As I emerged from Dennis George's office, she stretched her arm and blocked me. "What are you

doing here?"

That's the question.

I looked at her and raised my eyebrows. "Miss Pearson, in famous brand clothes and watch, you think

you're the dominator in the world?"

As expected, after becoming rich, the momentum was different.

"Yes, I am superior to you, and it’s me who can match Dennis perfectly.” She said with great pride on

her face.

I was in no mood to quarrel with her, so I uttered, "Well, you two are very compatible!"

With that, I staggered her, going back to the office.

Unfortunately, I wore high-heel shoes of 3 cm in the morning. In order to keep distance from Olivia, I

didn’t pay attention to the two welcoming pines in front of Dennis’ office.

So I stumbled and walked too fast to stand still, so I fell forward.

Instinctively, I reached for what I could. Olivia Pearson was close to me, so I pulled her, but she was

wearing 7-centimeter heels and I fell down with her.