Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 397

I thought of the past and I couldn’t help laughing.

Some trivial things in the past were worth cherishing now.

And some people you loved could not be obtained and others you disliked could not be avoided.

I heard steps and I thought it was Finn asking me to eat.

But it turned out to be Dennis.

We fought last night.

I braided my hair and he was just looking, very gentle and tender.

I was silent and so was he.

He broke the silence, “We will go to see Katrina, will you wear make-up?”

I almost forgot this plan.

Since he opened his mouth first, I must say something in return.

I nodded and took out a hair rope from the drawer.

“Will you go to work today?” I painted my lips a little.

And that counted as a make-up.

He commented, “You look good.” he sounded childish.

I smiled and changed my clothes then.

On the dining table.

I was not hungry and Dennis received a phone call.

It was Toby.

It must be about work.

He said, “I will be right back.”

He rose and answered the phone.

What he was talking about was mostly jargon that I couldn’t understand.

But I was sure that he wanted to buy the Gibson step by step.

I didn’t want to eat anything more and got up.

He saw me and hung up, “What’s the matter? You don’t like the dishes?”

I wouldn’t want Finn to be the scapegoat; it was her first day.

I shook my head, “I am not hungry.”

I went upstairs to look for my bag.

I couldn’t say more about Hank; otherwise, Dennis might be tougher with him.

I bought a pair of golden bracelets for the child of Katrina and wanted to bring her.

Downstairs, Dennis was talking to Finn, probably teaching her how to look after Clarrie.

He smiled at me, “Are you ready?”

He nodded and was led by the housekeeper to the second floor.

Katrina asked me, “did you fight?”

I shook my head, “No, why?”

“I can see it. He was so ginger and so tolerant of our boring conversations. And he even rejected calls from work. You must have fought.”

Did it count as a fight?

I just smiled and the subject matter ended.

After a while, we left the house.

I said, “Let’s go to the hospital.”

“Are you feeling unwell?” he was driving.

“To get that thing out of your body.” It might hurt his body.

He didn’t oppose and drove to the hospital.

The phone rang when he was in the operation room.

It was Toby.

I answered after he called several times.

“Mr. George, the Gibson’s is under investigation right now and will be forced into suspension. The video filming Mr. Gibson’s mother, should we give to the media?”

Lydia?