Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1003 - If it's too late, it's too late!

It is probably because of this that we used to spend so much time apart when faced with a man like

Hank.

When I think of this, I suddenly feel a little more guilty, if I could have figured it out earlier, maybe I

wouldn't have let each other at this age, but no children around.

This feeling makes me uneasy, like a virus that has been implanted, every cell in my body is resisting,

yet I still can't help but feel sorry.

I really didn't want to get confused and looked over at Hank, "Hank, I want to see a psychiatrist."

The first time I mentioned this, Hank looked stunned, put down the knife and fork in his hand, looked at

me seriously and said, "I did know something about psychotherapy before, also consulted a

professional doctor, psychotherapy is mainly for patients with heart disorders, you have memory loss

because of the accident, rash treatment, at most, can only play a supporting role, the effect will not be

too good. "

The waiter came up with the food and waited for him to leave before Hank continued, "Why did you

suddenly think of this? Did something happen? Don't push yourself too hard."

I thought about it and put my head down a little lost, "I just want to find myself and don't want to keep

living with the shadow of another person on my back."

Hank smiled, did not answer, lowered his eyes deep in thought for a moment, before raising his head

loose, "Since you have decided, I support, after returning tonight, contact the psychiatrist, but I still say,

do not hold too much hope, we will come to a long time."

"Good." I looked at him excitedly, it didn't matter how small the chance was, as long as I could try, I was

unwilling to lose even one second of my memory.

"Let's eat." Hank hooked his lips, a faint smile under his eyes.

......

After dinner it was already dark, foggy and drizzly.

It's only early autumn and it's raining all the time in City P. It's inexplicably irritating.

Walking back to the car, my hair was wet from the rain, Hank drove the car, slowing down, talking to me

from time to time and making small talk.

Driving out of the city, through an intersection, Hank slammed on the brakes, but suddenly found that

no matter how to step on the car did not slow down the traces of speed, but increasingly fast.

Hank tried to pull the handbrake, but due to the speed of the car, simply can not pull up, the car is like

an arrow off the string, an uncontrollable loss of control, in the blink of an eye, through the red light

sped away.

Hank's face sank, while desperately honking the horn to warn vehicles pedestrians, while shouting,

"Clara, the brakes are broken, I try to control, you jump out of the car, if late, it will be too late!"

I have found anomalies at this point, the intersection behind us because we forced through, more than

a dozen cars blocked in the middle, the oncoming car also noticed that the car is too fast, all agile

dodge.

Clutching the seat belt tightly, I also followed the tension, "No, I can not leave you!"

Instead of being touched by the words, Hank showed his unprecedented anger, "I told you to run! You

were saved by my life, I will not allow you to be in danger!"

The situation is critical, I simply do not have time to think about the hidden meaning of his words, a

gritted teeth, pressed the door switch, and jumped hard to the grass on the side of the road.

The good thing is that the grass vegetation is soft, I was lucky to have only minor injuries, nothing

serious.

Thinking of Hank, who was still in the car, I hurriedly got up to catch up in the direction the car was

going, and stood up violently, but heard a loud "bang", Hank's car had hit the guardrail and overturned

on its side.

I quickly ran over, found the driver's seat, got down on the ground and checked Hank's injuries through

the car window, "Hank, are you okay!"

Hank's head was bleeding, his eyes were vacant, he opened his mouth, but nothing came out, blinked,

seemed to recognize me, and then he passed out.

I then fumbled to take out the phone and prepare to call an ambulance, "120? I have someone injured

here, the address is ......"

Fortunately, this is not far from the city, the ambulance came in less than ten minutes.

Hank was taken into the operating room and I waited outside in the hallway, fidgeting.

Two hours later, the red light went out and the doctor pushed the door and appeared.

I immediately went up and asked after the situation, "Doctor, is the patient's injury serious?"

"The airbag protection is in place, all are traumatic injuries, the surgery has been stitched up, but still

need to be hospitalized for a period of observation."

The heart that was raised could finally be put down, "Thank you, doctor."

Soon Hank was wheeled out by the nurse, still groggy from the anesthetic.

I leaned over and called him softly from the edge of the bed, "Hank?"

Hank's eyes rolled up and he failed to speak.

It was only when he was transferred to the ward that I thought to contact his friends and family.

However, the information on the Internet shows that Hank is an only child, and both parents are dead,

in addition to these, I know nothing about him, not to mention relatives, even friends I do not know one.

Hank seems to be another me, a lonely individual.

Inexplicably, this moment, I to him, actually gave birth to a sympathetic taste.

By the next day, Hank was largely sober.

I made porridge for him.

Hank sat on the bed, smiled as I fed him spoonful after spoonful, and joked, "A bit of a virtuous wife

and mother."

I rolled my eyes, "I can't compare with you, life and death, just think of letting me live."

At that time, more than a second delay, the speed of the car will increase a lot, the impact of the

collision stop on the driver more damage, but Hank still did not even think about it, insisted that I

jumped out of the car before doing the emergency brake.

It's a lie to say that you are not moved.

Hank smiled and quickly finished his porridge, then leaned back against the bed and closed his eyes,

looking weak.

Seeing this, that feeling of guilt immediately rushed up to the heartache, the voice was immediately

mute, "Fortunately, you ...... Otherwise I would never be able to forgive myself."

Hank smiled lightly, thought for a moment, and said, "In this case, no matter what I say, you'll forgive

me, right?"

I suppressed a sob from the tip of my nose, "What?"

The smile on Hank's face was suddenly curtailed and he said with a subdued expression, "We are not

an unmarried couple."

At this moment I actually regret a little, so seriously look directly into his eyes.

But I was even more helpless, obviously cheated by him, I just could not blame him, but instead put my

head down and avoided his gaze, "Well, I know."

"You don't have to hold back if you're angry? Or do you not want to talk to me anymore?" Hank

sounded sincere and acted honestly, not flustered in the least. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

I thought for a moment before saying to myself, "If you had the intention to hide it, you wouldn't have

allowed me to hang out with Folly, besides, you saved my life, you took care of me for six years, I owe

you my whole life."

For a moment, Hank nodded slightly and did not retort.

I poured a glass of warm water and handed it over, "It's just that I'm curious as to why you fabricated

our relationship."

Hank laughed, "In that situation, if I hadn't said that, you would have believed me and let me continue

to take care of it?"

A person who forgets everything means the whole world is strange and scary, and besides, all the

medical care felt that we were in that kind of relationship, and by saying that, Hank eliminated a lot of

corroboration and gave me no reason to doubt at least until I was discharged.

The uneasiness at the time is still palpitating when I think about it again, and I have to say that Hank

observed it very carefully.

So it seems that Hank did do this for my sake.

Therefore, I nodded, didn't pursue the matter and continued to satisfy the question in my mind, "So

what, am I the Clara Folly was talking about or not?"

Hank looked at me without any hesitation in his eyes, "I already gave you the answer."

I froze for a moment, the illusion in my mind extinguished, "I know."

Much like, but not.