Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 62 Getting Better



Chapter 62 Getting Better

I had been waiting for almost an hour till most of the cars in the parking had left. But Dennis still didn’t

show up. So I assumed he might need to work late tonight.

However, it was Toby who came here.

He seemed to be surprised when seeing me. So he asked as formally as still, “Miss Kennedy?”

“Where is Dennis?” I asked straightforwardly.

“He had left with Mr. Thomson.” Toby said and took out the car key.

I felt like replying but I still stopped.

So I just smiled, “Alright, I gotta go now.”

‘Dennis, you jerk!’

I drove back to the villa by myself and kept pressing the doorbell for a few times. Then Nanny Daisy

came over to open the door while wiping her own hands. She smiled as soon as she saw me,

“Welcome back!” while speaking, she hinted at me with a side glimpse.

I tilted my head and saw Dennis reading newspapers in the parlor. He looked aloof and proud as usual.

I changed my shoes. Then Nanny Daisy entered the kitchen to continue to cook. I sat beside Dennis

and didn’t intend to bring up a topic so soon. Instead, I just waited till he finished the newspapers.

After quite a while, he put down the newspapers. I pushed a glass of juice served by Nanny Daisy to

his front and said, “Dennis, can we have a talk now?”

He simply cast a glimpse at the juice but he showed no intention to take it. His dark eyes remained

slightly opened and then his cold and husky voice sounded again, “Miss Kennedy, in which identity

would you like to talk to me?”

He looked so indifferent that I couldn’t tell what was his attitude.

I hesitated and said, “Dennis, I am still Mrs. George before we officially divorce.”

“Huh!” he sneered and continued, “Do you still deem yourself Mrs. George?”

I knew the rumors really irritated him. So I explained in a soft tone, “Nothing had happened between

Luis and me! It was the paparazzi who faked this gossip. Dennis, you should know about me better

than anyone else does. I am innocent!”

“So what?” he stood up, looking freezing cold, “Clara, do you think you can do whatever you want just

because you are pregnant?”

I fed up with his indifference. Of course, he knew if I had an affair with Luis. But he still emotionally

abused me just because he got annoyed.

Grievance surged up in my heart. Staring at his back while he was going upstairs, I raised my voice, “I

can do whatever I want? So what about you and Olivia? Your affairs with her during the past two years

have probably gone way much beyond the gossip about me!”

He suddenly stopped. I continued, “If Olivia hadn’t miscarried, I would have been expelled long ago!

After all, now Olivia even looks like the recognized ‘Mrs. George’ instead of me!”

He gazed at me and the coldness emitted from his eyes was about to gulp me down. But I managed to

withstand the attack and I could tell what was probably in his mind. Before he could reply, tears welled

up in my eyes and then streamed down my face.

“Why are looking at me like that? Didn’t I tell the truth? I married you officially just because I loved you!

But that should make up of the reason why I suffered from continuous compromises and living alone in

this cold hell?”

He frowned while looking at me crying sadly. Then his tall and slender figure approached. His voice

sounded as his thin lips moved, “Are you suffering?”

He reached out his hand to wipe off my tears. But I took a step back to avoid it. Then I continued, “I am

a mankind with emotion! Of course I am suffering! Dennis, you have been aware that the gossip

between Luis and me is none of authenticity but of slanders! You know it even better than I do. You

know I have been suffering! But you still changed the lock of the gate and blocked every single call

from me!”

While speaking, I gazed at his face to observe. When I noticed that he seemed to soften a bit, I

continued, “What do you mean by doing that? You want to expel me from the family? And you want me

to commit what was in the gossip? Or do you deem it nothing to care even if I marry another guy and

make him the stepfather of our baby?”

His face darkened and he huffed with a bit of madness, “How dare you…”

I refuted with strong voice while biting my own lips, “Of course I dare if you keep pushing me!”

After saying that, I turned around to walk out of the villa. I had tried all means including both the stick

and the carrot. If it still didn’t work, I would have to give up.

He suddenly grabbed my wrist and huffed with deep voice, “You can leave after dinner first!”

But it seemed that his anger had disappeared. Nanny Daisy, who stood beside, smiled, “Time for

dinner!”

Dennis took my hand and we sat beside the table. He brought me tableware elegantly and then he

started to eat decently.

As he had been raised with strict manners, he barely talked while eating.

Nanny Daisy poured me a bowl of soup and smiled, “You have been pregnant for two months, right?

Have you registered in the hospital and appointed for a maternity check? A pregnant lady should stay

away from strong emotional fluctuation such as crying or irritation. I am not being naggy. After all, I am

an experienced one. So I am giving suggestions for you.”

I nodded and listened while continuing with my soup.

I took a glimpse at Dennis, who was still eating as a well-educated man. But he seemed to be much

less irritated.

After dinner, Nanny Daisy asked seriously, “Clara, do you feel frequent cramps on your calf these

days?”

I paused and was about to shake my head to deny. But she beckoned me to say yes with her eyes.

Then she continued, “Cramp is really a torture for every pregnant woman. Especially for the early three

months, you should stay still and avoid exhausting yourself. If not, it might probably bring a risk of

miscarriage.” Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

As Dennis was about to go upstairs with files, Nanny Daisy smiled to stop him, “Sir, the cramp has

been a bother for pregnant woman like her. I have bought a bottle of massage oil at noon and I placed

it in the bedroom. Why not massage her for a while?”

Undoubtedly, Nanny Daisy was really responsible as a nanny.

Dennis put down the files and looked at me with his clear eyes, “Do you still feel hurt?”

I paused and then noticed that he was talking about the cramp.

I looked at Nanny Daisy, who kept nodding at me. Then I stared at him and nodded out of no reason. I

let out an awkward smile, “Yes…”

Dennis frowned and said, “Let’s go.”

Then he got into the bedroom. I said to Nanny Daisy, “Nanny Daisy, but I didn’t cramp my calf.”

Though I had been bothered by all kinds of symptoms, cramp was an exception.

Nanny Daisy said to me with an anxious look, “It doesn’t matter if your calf really cramps or not. All

those symptoms will come to you when you are in your fifth or sixth month of pregnancy. Just get into

the bedroom right now!”

I tramped into the bedroom, in the bathroom of which Dennis was having shower.

As expected, I saw a big bottle of massage oil on the night table.

What a thoughtful nanny!

He soon finished showering. When he came out of the bedroom, he only had a bath towel wrapped

around his waist. Water dropped down from his hair and went all the way down on his chest.


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