Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 994 Strange Touch

I didn't expect him to be so polite, I froze for a moment before shaking my head with a smile, "No need

to be so polite, Jamie is so cute, no one will stand by when they meet her, but I'll say one more thing,

making money is important, but don't forget the safety of your family, if you can, it's better to arrange a

few bodyguards for Ann."

It is not nosy meaning, just and An An has a relationship, do not want to see him in trouble, just, the

rich family, in order to compete for property, today is the future stepmother discarded, who knows what

will happen tomorrow.

Thinking about this, I can't help but feel for the little guy, it seems that born with the golden key, it may

not all be good.

Dennis' face changed at the words and he looked at me a little strangely.

He looked a little uncomfortable, and was about to excuse himself to leave, but the phone in the bag

rang, took it out and saw that it was Folly's phone.

"How was it, did you get home?" Folly was full of apologies, "It's all my fault, I didn't set up the reporters

in advance, it was a rare gathering and it was so messed up."

"That's okay, next time we'll make an appointment. I've been shopping by myself for a while, so I'll go

back now and call you back when I get home."

I just ordered with Jamie and was chatting, forgetting about Folly for a while.

Pinched off the phone, the screen hadn't turned off and Hank's caller ID popped up again.

There was no murmur on Hank's end, "Out?"

"Hmm." Looking at the time, it was seven o'clock, it was time for him to get off work, "Shopping with

Folly, forgot the time, I'll be right back."

"Send an address and wait for me there."

"No, just take a taxi, I'm not that delicate."

I was probably no match for Hank if I kept going, so I had to force myself to hang up.

So, they left the mall with Dennis, father and son.

Perhaps it is because the father and son face is too high, many customers are looking towards us.

When I got to the entrance of the mall, I realized that it was raining outside.

This is the peak season, and the weather, can not hit the car, it really depends on the fate of the

individual.

"Pretty Auntie, will you take our car back?" Jamie suddenly came forward and tugged at my coat, and

without waiting for my answer, blinked her watery eyes again and snapped at Dennis, "Daddy, pretty

auntie helped me, let's take her home, OK?"

Dennis was silent and did not answer.

All adults, some refusal will not be expressed too obviously.

I was about to push back in silence when I heard Dennis' dark voice come from across the room, "I'll

get the car and watch the kids."

When I looked up, all that was left was his back as he walked into the mall.

Soon, Dennis drove the car to the entrance of the hotel, black Maybach, even if it was drenched in rain,

it also showed the dignity of the status.

When hesitating to get on, the mall's security guard has doggedly opened the umbrella to cover my

head and Xiaoanan's head, fawning over the "please" gesture, sending us to the car.

Half-pushed, half-heartedly, had to bend over and sit on it.

"Oye! We're going to our beautiful aunt's house!" Jamie was extra excited as soon as he got in the car.

I reached over and ran my hand over his head, smiled, and didn't say another word after I gave Dennis

my address.

Dennis drove intently, while Jamie and I sat in the back seat, keeping him company with small talk all

the way, a rare hilarity.

The afterglow swept into the rearview mirror, Dennis seemed a little distracted, I do not know if it is the

reason for my defensive, always from time to time through the mirror to sneak a look at me.

It's not nice to be suspected, and most importantly, it doesn't feel strange at all to be sitting in a car.

This caused me to be preoccupied along the way as well.

The moment he was lost in thought, Dennis' voice rang out in a low, deep voice, "Here we are."

I opened the door and got out of the car while expressing my gratitude, "Thank you, Mr. George."

By now the rain had subsided and it was possible to escape from the road to the cottage by running a

few steps.

"Wait a minute." Dennis suddenly spoke up and called out to me.

In the blink of an eye, he drove down first from the driver's seat, went around to the trunk, and came

back with an extra black umbrella in his hand, standing silently.

This sudden thoughtfulness made me a little uncomfortable and I was lost in thought when Dennis

coldly spoke up and reminded, "Don't you want to get off?"

"Ohhhhhh, please."

Just after the words were said, a familiar voice rang out not far away.

"Clara."

Dennis looked over almost simultaneously with me and saw Hank at first glance.

"Hank? Just a few steps away, no need to come out and get it."

Hank had already changed into his gray silk pajamas, holding a transparent umbrella, and walked over

leisurely.

"Your friend?" Perhaps it was a hallucination, Dennis' voice seemed a degree colder again.

"It's the fiancé." Hank spoke up before he did.

I pursed my lips, not too much explanation, can only smile awkwardly.

"Clara, come here." Hank rolled his palms toward me.

At that, I obediently lifted my feet and walked towards him.

But just before taking half a step, I felt my wrist being tackled with great force.

It was a strange feeling for a moment.

The man's hands are wide and rough, with little force, but when they touch me, it's as if lava, burning

my skin a little tingling, as if something is going through here, into my bones and blood.

"Mr. George, is there anything else?" My whole body froze in place, but I didn't reach out to push

Dennis away.

Although he did not use much strength, but I could feel that easily can not be broken.

Dennis had an above-board look before, but now he's suddenly playing a scoundrel?

And Dennis seemed to be confused at this point, as if he didn't know what he was doing.

Hank's eyes instantly locked onto Dennis' hand that landed on mine, and his face was grim, "Sir,

please let go of my hand immediately."

Dennis's eyebrows knitted together and finally did not insist and let go of me.

That's when I got into the Hank umbrella.

Hank tilted his umbrella towards me and his tone was unkind, "I wonder what this gentleman has

against my fiancée? Don't you know that men and women are different?"

"Hank," I explained, worried about his misunderstanding, "was shopping at the mall with Folly when I

happened to meet Mr. George's lost son, so ......" This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Briefly recounted to him what happened.

After hearing this, Hank's face eased up a bit and he turned his head to look at Dennis apologetically

and said, "Since it was a misunderstanding, it's okay, I should thank Mr. George for making a special

trip to send my fiancée."

Dennis's already indifferent face did not react, just stared deeply at me for a moment, then turned to the

car and left.

"This guy is really weird." I looked at the distant body and couldn't help but spit, "Changing faces faster

than the weather in June, it's overwhelming."

Hank simply ignored my words, reached out and gave my shoulder a squeeze, urging, "It's cold

outside, go inside first."

"Good." Said, only to realize that our current position is somewhat ambiguous, subconsciously

shrunken neck, half a step to the side.

I'm still resistant to Hank's contact.

Probably sensing my distancing, Hank's men retracted for a second.