Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 900 The hardest thing is not keeping secrets

Women are born shopaholics, as long as there are new, there will always be the urge to buy.

I was supposed to go to the children's section to buy something for the kids, but once I entered the mall

Deborah dragged me into the designer store and tried on more than a dozen outfits, but nothing was

too much to my liking.

"This set is just fine, it's Leo's type." I was a little bored of waiting, so I made fun of her.

"Who said I was wearing it for him." Deborah's mouth was stiff, but her body was honest as she looked

into the mirror and observed the details of her clothes, with an ambiguous look in her eyes from time to

time, probably thinking of Leo's amazement when he saw her like this.

Women for their own pleasure, this phrase is the same truth for thousands of years.

I laughed, didn't dismantle him, and got up to go to the men's section.

Dennis is now among City P's top celebrity circles, but the image manager around him can't keep up,

and the formal clothes he wears are always too stereotypical, even though his face and body hold up

perfectly.

After walking around and feeling mediocre, I was thinking of asking a designer to design for Dennis

alone, when I suddenly saw a bright light and glimpsed a good set of matching ones right in front of me,

and I walked over with happy eyes and quickened my steps.

However, at this time the phone in the bag suddenly vibrated, I subconsciously stop, take out the phone

to see, the number is somewhat familiar, but do not remember where to see.

When I looked up again, there was a gentle woman standing in front of the suit, asking the salesman to

get the clothes for her.

Forget it, a gentleman does not take away the good of others, only blame yourself for being a step late.

"Hello, hello, who is it?" I wanly pick up the phone and put it to my ear.

"Miss Kennedy, it's me." Henry's voice was easily recognizable with the distinctive sound of pickle

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I then remembered about the internship, and it dawned on me, "I'm sorry, there's been so much going

on lately, I forgot about the internship."

"It's okay, I just came to remind you, the matter of applying for maternity leave in advance and retaining

the internship, at first I made a military order in front of the leadership, I must bring back a talent to the

company, Miss Kennedy should not make it difficult for me, right?"

This is a polite way of saying that I should appreciate his kindness.

However, I had been looking forward to working as a lawyer for a long time, so I didn't care so much,

so I said yes and confirmed the internship and reporting time.

When I hung up the phone, I remembered the suit again.

The ghost walked towards the counter to see what kind of person was so lucky to be able to buy the

beloved item.

However, when I got close to the counter a hanger away, I saw the two people who were buying, but I

couldn't smile a bit.

Deborah happened to walk over at that moment and followed my line of sight, "What are you looking

at?"

After seeing the situation clearly, she reacted more than I did, sucking in a fierce breath with a shocked

face.

It was still unbelievable until Zack walked out with the woman carrying the big logo bag and Deborah

and I followed her to the door and watched them both walk into the elevator with their fingers

interlocked.

When we stared, Zack did not know if it was because of a weak heart, seemed to feel something to

look over, the line of sight and we just collided, each other's face flashed a moment of embarrassment,

the elevator doors closed tightly.

"Clara, pinch me quick and tell me what I just saw was a hallucination ......" Deborah dropped her jaw in

shock, unwilling to believe it.

I frowned, and why not a mixed bag of emotions in my heart.

Zack and Folly's relationship, has always been enviable, Deborah also often praised Zack romantic

know how, is completely his fan girl, today this play, is completely shattered her fantasy.

I was thinking, maybe my taste in picking clothes should be reviewed, there is a saying, people depend

on their clothes, Dennis if wearing the same clothes as Zack, this scene will not happen to us again?

The hardest thing for those in the know is not to keep the secret, but to pretend as if nothing is wrong in

front of the people involved.

Folly paid extra attention to Snowy and Jamie, bringing Keith to the door every three days and staying

all day. Before Deborah and I even got out of the mall, we were bombarded with Facebook messages

from her, urging us to hurry back.

Neither Deborah nor I are good liars, and after exchanging glances, we were ready to spend time

outside until dark.

I just found a coffee shop and sat down, but Zack appeared at the door.

His 5'9" build allowed him to find us at a glance and sveltely walk towards us.

Deborah gave him his seat and got up to sit next to me.

In the past, my reaction to men cheating on me was stereotypical, or panic, or annoyed, but I've never

seen Zack as calm and collected as this.

He sat across the table, every pore exuding the confidence and congeniality of a university professor,

talking to the waiter in a gentlemanly and appropriate manner, as if we were not trying to ease the

awkwardness we had just experienced, but rather an unusual small gathering.

Once upon a time, we were deceived by this humble look of his.

After the coffee came up, Zack looked down and looked up again, bumping into my somewhat

impatient look, before ducking away with some embarrassment, "You guys just now, all saw it."

No doubt, he clearly worshiped in his heart, and we did not answer.

Zack sighed and took a sip of his coffee before raising his eyes again and looking me straight in the

eye, "I'll explain this to Folly, but I hope, you guys stay out of it."

"Sure, when?" I asked calmly.

Zack took a deep breath and pushed the eyes on the bridge of his nose, his face embarrassed, "As

soon as possible."

"Well, I hope Professor Norman you do what you say and don't make us look bad."

I don't know why, the same action, the same person, at this moment Zack makes me feel sick from the

bottom of my heart. After I finished, I put down the money for the bill and took Deborah out of the cafe.

On the way back, I couldn't find peace in my heart.

In my opinion, Folly has nothing to compare with the woman outside of Zack, but it happened anyway.

Perhaps in the world of the literati, love is the cheapest, used up and discarded.

It was 7:00 p.m. when I arrived home. I thought Folly had left, but when I walked into the living room, I

found the dining room was bustling with activity, and I realized Link was back.

"Mommy's coming over for dinner!" Clarie ran over and dragged me towards the dining room with her

little hands.

An exchange of glances with Deborah took place before we sat down.

Folly happened to be right next to me and gently pushed my elbow, "What are you guys doing, you

can't even send Facebook, and there's an emergency, what's the emergency?"

"I'll talk to you later." I pretended that the occasion was inconvenient and suppressed the words.

Folly is a quick-witted nature, so naturally she didn't hold on to it.

Ding ding ding -

Link suddenly picked up a spoon and tapped the goblet in his hand, calling everyone's attention.