Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1018 Regret agreeing to him

Dennis good-naturedly squinted his eyes, the corners of his lips curled slightly, a look of seeing through

me.

Obviously continuing to talk tough didn't work, so I could only continue to walk inside with a red face.

Dennis sat down across from me and smoothly handed over the menu.

My eyes widened in surprise, he was so kind?

Glancing down, he alertly backed off the menu, "Just order, I'm not picky."

Dennis just didn't say anything and simply ordered a few dishes.

Dennis was so preoccupied that it was a rare occasion that he didn't glance at me in between waiting Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

for his food.

The food was served quickly and I was a little surprised when I put my phone down.

Half of it is light, while the other half is fresh, spicy and full of flavor.

I asked, "Do you like spicy food?"

The light taste that was made for him before, obviously ate very well, it is difficult to change the taste?

After saying that, an immature idea suddenly popped up in his head.

Dennis, is it possible that you are accommodating my eating habits?

This idea came out, the chair underneath suddenly like a long spike, how to sit uncomfortable.

Dennis is suddenly so considerate, so he's not hiding another plan, right?

I was calculating in my mind how many possibilities there were to get into the scheme, when I heard

Dennis' dark voice ring out, "Hmm."

The complete interpretation of what is called shy as gold, but inexplicably through a hook of energy.

Dennis was really trying to cater to my habits before.

This meal made me fidgety and I didn't dare to raise my head more than once.

Dennis, on the other hand, looked relaxed and had a better appetite than I had ever seen before.

Avoiding the evening rush, the way home is extra smooth.

When I walked into the lobby, Jamie was holding the latest microcomputer Larry gave him and playing

with it, his eyes rounded with seriousness, just like the little adult look I had when I first saw him using

the computer.

"Little Anon~"

I called out, but Jamie just a perfunctory "mmm", not looking away, small hands as if welded to the

computer, a moment of non-stop tapping.

Walked around behind Jamie and gently rubbed the top of his shaggy head.

"Auntie Clara!" Jamie smiled and looked up at me, and after a very uncharacteristic call, she turned

back to her computer.

The little one is gifted in programming and in one afternoon was already proficient in operating the

programming software on the new computer.

The code is amazing.

I couldn't help but sit on the couch next to me and watch in silence.

After looking at it for a while, I found that the programming thing is still very interesting.

Dennis knows Jamie's character very well and knows that he can't walk when he sees the computer, so

he didn't say anything more and went upstairs.

After about twenty minutes, Jamie said with an excited look on his face, "Auntie I'll be able to show you

a fun one soon."

The words just finished, a large hand suddenly reached out from the side, from top to bottom computer

closed.

Jamie and I both looked up at the same time and saw the expressionless face of our opponent Dennis.

"Go upstairs and wash up, the rest time is over." The words were cold and there was absolutely no

room for bargaining.

Jamie dropped his face, although reluctantly, but the face is Dennis, there is no way to fight back, can

only reluctantly "Oh", and stood up.

But my reaction was completely slow, not realizing whose territory this was, I jumped up and shouted,

"Why are you just shutting down people's computers!"

It's really irritating to be interrupted like this at a critical moment when you can see the results right

away.

Compared to my flailing, Dennis had few mood swings and lifted his lips indifferently, "What time is it?"

I looked at the wall clock on the wall, "Ten o'clock, what's up!"

Dennis gave me a cold glance and turned to walk up the stairs.

I then reacted with hindsight that at this point, Jamie was usually asleep.

He is thinking of the child, just expressed in a simple and brutal way that makes people subconsciously

want to resist.

Can't we talk properly?

At that moment, there was a sudden tug on my sleeve, and when I looked down, Jamie was looking at

me curtly, "Auntie Clara, I want to play with the computer a little longer to finish the program."

"......" What does it take to express to this silly child with a high IQ but 0 common sense in life, I would

love to, but everything has to be done by the rules?

Thinking for a moment, sighed squatting in front of Jamie, try to treat him as an adult, explained,

"Jamie, today is too late, Auntie Clara tired, data in the computer will not be lost, but not enough sleep

will not grow taller, later will not be able to protect the people you want to protect, so let's wash up and

sleep today, tomorrow continue to do the rest Finish, OK?"

Jamie wiggled his little head as if he understood, "Okay."

"Jamie is so good!"

Although I had spent several days with Jamie, I was a little surprised by how well behaved Jamie was.

.......

The following day.

It's Monday, the family got up early, had breakfast, and dropped Jamie off at school while Dennis was

at work.

Once they left, I was the only one left in the large room.

When I was bored, I picked up my old craft and went to the front yard to clean up the flowers and plants

with the underlings.

When I was pruning the potted plants, I couldn't help but think of Hank and his wife and children. When

I searched for information about him, I didn't find any information about his marriage and wondered

what kind of entanglement they had.

Suddenly, a mellow, husky male voice was heard behind her, "Clara."

This voice is very soft, mixed with crying, hear the moment, the heart uncontrollably sank a little, the

soul first body step to become heavy, the next second, I uncontrollably turned around.

The owner of the voice, a man in a white suit with a chin crawling with bearded green, stood on the

gravel path in the courtyard, and beside him stood a little girl about the same age as Jamie, wearing a

Lolita dress, a princess hat, and very soulful eyes.

The father and daughter are exactly like characters from a fairy tale.

But the man's eyes were deep, topped with perfectly contoured features, but his eyes were written with

complex emotions.

Exhilarated, tired, relieved, overwhelmed.

I don't know if women's ability to empathize is always better, the moment I look at each other, I can't

help but feel sad.

"Do we, uh, know each other?" I frowned, inexplicably afraid of disturbing them both.

"It's me." The man opened his mouth, trying desperately to suppress the emotions that were welling up

in his chest, and choked for a moment before saying in a normal tone, "It's me, Leo."

Here he paused, his eyes wet with tears, and laughed to himself, "Really forgot about me?"

Leo?

What a familiar name.

I looked at him and then at the little girl beside him and it dawned on me.

He is the Kennedy, "Clara's" relatives, Dennis gave the information on the, just a long beard, I did not

recognize.

According to Dennis's plan, Leo and I would have to go to court over custody in the future.

But why, seeing him and the little girl standing together, the heart began to uncontrollably regret.

He regrets agreeing to Dennis and pretending to be "Clara" to separate them.