Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 889 Be a good woman

Impulsive, impatient, reckless ...... All of the men's most likely mistakes are reflected in my body,

Dennis sarcastic people are never right on the money.

I had nothing to say and secretly looked down and fiddled with my fingers.

Dennis saw that I was being held and took advantage of the situation and said, "You know the one

thing you should learn to be a good woman?"

I shook my head, indicating that I didn't know.

It's hard enough to do a good job, and then divided more finely, I really have little ability to learn

through.

Dennis probably also felt helpless and sighed imperceptibly, then put the computer aside, reached out

and put his hand on my shoulder, adjusted his posture and I looked at each other, "A good woman, a

good wife, the most important thing, is to learn to rely on her husband."

His expression was serious and deep, and I looked into his dark eyes, a little more focused, as if I was

going to fall in at any moment.

"Initially, because of revenge, I repressed my feelings for you, and then gradually know the truth, and

sincerely afraid that you know the truth and do not dare to confess, wasted so many years, we can

easily come together again, misunderstandings have been solved, do you want to repeat the same

mistake?"

"It's not once or twice, I've been waiting, waiting for you to come to your senses, but you have to live

back, you want to be controlled by those irrational emotions for the rest of your life?"

"Clara, I'm the one who's going to walk with you through your whole life, is it really that hard for you to

think about me and talk to me before you do something?"

He seems to be trying to suppress the heart of the injustice, but at the end of the day, emotions are still

a little excited, like a small child who has been aggrieved, so easy to vent out, so a brain all poured out.

I thought about it and decided that it was not the right analogy.

Dennis how can be aggrieved, more likely to have bitter not to say, his bones is a person who holds a

grudge, anyone who offends him, there will always be no good results, naturally there is no bitterness

to say.

Moreover, the reason why I took the initiative, of which Dennis is not without responsibility, if he had

told me to deploy, I did not have to find their own way.

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But these three days, I still ate enough lessons, so I didn't refute him, just nodded good-naturedly,

"There won't be a next time."

Staying alone gave me enough time to speculate on what might happen.

For example, the other side is holding me hostage to Dennis' life.

For example, exchanging me for my newborn daughter or Clarie.

Whichever one it is, Dennis will not hesitate to say yes as long as I am not there.

In his eyes, nothing is as important as me coming.

I was late in waking up, but luckily, nothing happened to Dennis.

Dennis probably did not expect me to compromise so easily, a breath blocked in the throat, and

swallowed back, slightly wrinkled eyebrows, helplessly looking at me.

He looked a little vain, I pursed my lips, simply stretched out his hand, rogue-like on his brow, a little bit

of smoothing out the folds above, "Well, well, unconscious wife and let you bother, but how to do it, you

find yourself, or endure it ......"

I can't remember the last time I pampered him like this, ever?

Time washes away a lot, but I think, can forget, is not deep enough, and not honest enough, can be in

this moment, such an environment, in front of him to do it again a will be pampered will play a

scoundrel girl, which is really into the love inside.

Dennis was touched by me, his body obviously stiffened for a moment, and then the corners of his

eyes rippled with laughter, but only for a moment, he converged on the emotions on the surface,

grabbed my wrist and pressed it to the front, a serious look at me and said, "Such a thing, can only be

the last time, can guarantee?"

I am naturally willing in my heart, but I am just worried that the emotions come too fast to control, and

my mouth becomes a gag, "Don't you know that a woman's assurance is the least valuable?"

"Hmm?" Dennis looked at me with raised eyebrows, as if pondering the credibility of these words, then

nodded as if he felt something, "That's right, the prettier a woman is, the more cunning she is, as you

told me."

Seeing that he loosened his mouth, I then became even bolder, directly circling Dennis' neck and

hanging on as a whole, making a sincere admission of fault, "Don't worry, even for the sake of the child,

I will try my best to refrain from making a fool of myself again."

When there is no attachment, people can be countless times, but with the attachment will not, to this

time, the primary consideration is the least amount of people in danger, or free from danger.

Dennis faced with a choice, God also made me choose several times in my dream, there is no time I

woke up, I was not covered in cold sweat.

What I can do now is to try to keep that dream from coming true.

Dennis sniffed a mocking chortle and said with a wry smile, "Try?"

When he is angry is this tone, I only and he stared for a second, then I sense the situation is not good,

subconsciously want to escape, Dennis but first to clasp my head, the other hand tightly girded my

waist.

When I reacted, I was already immersed in Dennis's dominating kiss, I was a little breathless and

slapped his hand several times to beg for mercy, but he didn't respond.

It wasn't until I whimpered that Dennis was satisfied and let me go.

"Do the best you can, there's no try, that's the lesson, remember?"

My breath was uneven, resentful and angry, I gave him a blank look and did not answer.

Dennis was gloating, looking at me like a good show, not at all like sneaking in as a secret agent.

Suddenly, the light flickered under the doorway, clearly someone passed by, I subconsciously put my

hand on Dennis's leg, signaling him not to make a sound.

However, the black shadow seems to have sensed something, standing fixedly at the door, not moving,

I wonder if at the moment is bending his ear to listen to the news.

That's not a good thing.

There is no other large furniture in the house except for the bed and coffee table, and the bathroom is

also furnished at a glance, so if someone from outside breaks in, then there is no doubt that Dennis will

be exposed immediately.

The only way out of this is to let Dennis go first.

After exchanging glances with each other, Dennis, with a dark face, headed for the window, while I

tiptoed towards the door, so that I could delay for a while if the other side pushed the door.

A door away, my heart was in my throat as I focused on the dark shadow under the door while

watching Dennis in action.

Just as Dennis lifted his feet to stand on the window frame, Hank's somewhat husky voice rang out

behind me, "Clara, let's talk, I know you're still awake."

What's going on?

Hank obviously didn't want to talk to me much just now, but why did he suddenly change his mind?