Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1147 A cry and a hanging

There are only three of us here, and we all know in each other's hearts what Dennis' choice of Olivia

means.

Same person, same choice. I can't be under the shadow of the word Olivia for the rest of my life.

Dennis's delicate features were slightly creased out of embarrassment, and he was unable to shake my

hand away, but he couldn't simply let Olivia go.

The scene was so familiar that I suddenly felt some irony.

Once upon a time, he did not dare to admit his love for me, facing me like a muffled ice cube, a trace of

his care for me can not be captured, but now we have experienced life and death, he knows what I

care about, but also knowingly, poking knives in my heart.

Olivia's arrogant expression was extraordinarily harsh, but it also suddenly inspired me.

Dennis has a soft spot, they are pinched in the hand, can not do calm, if I also squirm, the two people

have to play the end.

He was the one who taught me that exposing your cowardice in front of your opponent is asking for

death.

I let go of Dennis, face suddenly cold, calmly returned to the sofa and sat down, folded up two legs,

making a heart like death.

"Let's go, all of you."

Olivia gave a contemptuous "chortle" and turned her head away.

Dennis was silent for a moment and finally sighed inexorably, "I promise you that we will not repeat the

same mistakes that we made with our family, and we will not be harmed."

After saying that, he slowly turned around and followed Olivia's footsteps.

A second before they walked out of the door, I spoke again, learning from Dennis' unquestioning

indifference of the past, "Dennis, only if you dare walk out of this door, I'll turn around and go up to the

top floor, jump straight down and die in front of you."

Dennis's head has not yet reacted, the body reacted first, his footsteps, turned his face to look at me

muddled, a look of doubt that he heard wrong.

Olivia's face stinks like she ate Yoneda altogether, "What?"

Yes, no one heard it wrong.

It's not like anyone's patent to cry and hang themselves, what's wrong with me using it?

Thanks to Olivia, I had the opportunity to give her a good fall in her best field.

It didn't take Dennis long to come around, thinking I was just talking out of breath, and reminded, "The

kids will be back soon."

Olivia also knew what he meant, and thought I was putting on a show, so she spoke sarcastically,

"Don't just rely on your mouth, move it?"

Her eyes were full of provocation and disdain, as if to say, these are the rest of her tricks, Dennis has

long seen the strange, simply can not be deceived by me.

I calmly swept her a glance, the next second, twisted his head to look at the fruit knife on the table,

eyelids up and down a touch, reached out to pick up the knife, aimed at his chest stabbed in.

"Clara!"

"Ah! --"

Olivia's screams and Dennis' nervous cries rang out almost simultaneously, and in the blink of an eye,

Dennis was on his knees in front of me, his broad palms, clamped in a death grip on my knife-wielding

hand.

Just at this moment, he keenly discovered that I was not injured, just now the scene of the insertion of

the heart, but the illusion created by the borrowed position, at the moment the blade is steadily

clamped under my arm, the sharpness is clear.

Dennis's eyebrows tightened and his movements froze for an instant, but he didn't reveal it

immediately.

Olivia jumped behind her, "Crazy! You're just crazy!"

I smoothly opened my lips, making a state of heavy breathing, and looked to Olivia feebly, "Want to try

again?"

Olivia, of course, did not care if I lived or died, and screamed unforgivingly, "Well, then you go to hell,

here half dead for whom to see!"

"Olivia!" Dennis's growl came in response, he looked at me with a tangle in his eyes, but his words to

Olivia were strong, "You better make sure that Clara is safe, if there is any problem, I will count it all on

you, you should know that I You should know how terrible it would be if I took revenge on a person."

"What do I have to be afraid of when I've lived this long?" Instead of being scared, Olivia acted

impatient, "Forget it, what a buzzkill."

After taking two steps outside on her high heels, she stopped again, and without a head, two words

emerged, "You'd better not die so fast, my revenge, it's just beginning now." This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

After saying that, he walked out completely.

It was a relief to hear the car start before Dennis carefully took the fruit knife out from under my arm

and dropped it to the far side of the coffee table.

Four eyes facing each other, silent for almost half a minute, and finally look at each other smile.

"A good match, Mr. George, thinking of going into acting?" I teased.

Dennis helplessly frowned, want to cry, "you still say, almost scared me to death, the heart is about to

jump out know? No such jokes in the future."

When he frowned, his body was wrapped in a layer of gloom that could not be dispelled, as if he had

aged ten years in an instant.

I reached up and cupped Dennis' face, forcing him to meet me eye to eye, smoothing out the crease

between his brows with my thumbs, bit by bit.

"I'm not kidding, and you're not allowed to frown."

Dennis laughed bitterly for a while, his hands circled me in his arms, meek as a sheep, his voice

hoarse but with a warmth from the heart, "Good."

But I am not a meek sheep anymore, in order to let him know the seriousness of the matter, obediently

grabbed his collar and spoke with a serious expression, "Next time, it's not a joke."

The light in Dennis's eyes instantly faded and he looked at me, once again in pain, his large hands

reflexively squeezing my waist, the force in his hands gradually deepening as his voice became

heavier, "No."

He was saying the words through clenched teeth, more like a threat.

But it was like a stimulant, which in turn made me more certain that I was, myself, Dennis's sanity.

A thought becomes a Buddha and a thought becomes a devil, as long as I can keep my sanity, nothing

will happen to him.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense and suffocating, until a painful sensation in the waist, I

"giggled", in Dennis's arms, jumping up and down like a rabbit.

Dennis was probably anxious to teach me not to play with my life, and after some pushing and shoving,

he was pinned down by me instead and laid down on the couch.

The children are not there, and do not know what it means to be shy, directly on the hand pinch

Dennis's nose to prevent him from breathing, "confession from leniency, resistance from severity,

honestly, Olivia in the end to hold what you have?"

Dennis opened his mouth and exhaled, hot breath tickling the palm of my hand, "No handle."

It seems that he has not yet recognized the situation, thinking that he can escape from under me

without telling the truth, I simply gagged him as well, "If you don't tell the truth, I will suffocate you first

and then martyr you!"

Dennis's thick eyebrows were once again squeezed to his brow, his mouth moved unable to speak,

and he could only look at me with sad eyes, indicating that he was innocent.