Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 400

I sighed when I took it.

“The keyhole is strange,” I observed.

She nodded, “Luna said its key was not an ordinary one. You can ask Dennis. It is quite a strange box.”

I could not see the secret of it and it was late.

I put it in my bag, “It’s almost midnight. Won’t you go home?”

She pouted, “I don’t want to.”

“You have been married to him,” I smiled, “You love him and others are secondary.”

She sighed, “I know. But I hate his mother. She behaves as if she is so successful because she has a college-professor son. And she thinks I am not good enough for her son.”

Yeah, parents should not interfere with the marriage of their children.

I thought and asked, “why not come to my house?”

“No. Dennis is so serious.”

I shrugged my shoulders, “I will call Zack and ask him to pick you up?”

I shook her head, “No, no. You just go and I will return to my brother’s house.”

She paused, “How about coming with me?”

I smiled, “No, Dennis would be angry if I return too late.”

She was speechless, “Alright, you just go back early. Bye.”

“Bye.”

She drove away.

And I got into my car and sighed.

Life was not perfect.

Happiness could only be obtained by ourselves. Others could give us happiness but that was not reliable.

It was late and the road was smooth.

When I arrived home, the light was on.

Dennis was still waiting for me, I supposed.

Then I saw a sports car at the door of the villa.

It didn’t belong to Dennis. Dennis loved SUVs.

I stopped my car and a man came out of that car.

It was Hank.

He was staring at me through my window.

He seemed thinner and tougher.

I sighed and got off.

‘I am sorry about that money.” I apologized. It was my fault that things had become like this.

I felt relieved.

“Are you okay?” Dennis said.

I shook my head and saw the anger in his eyes.

He walked to Hank and punched him.

And they were fighting against each other.

And there were wounds on both men.

Clarrie cried and the two stopped.

Hank said, “George, I will get Clara.”

Dennis sneered, “You deserve her?” So satirical.

“We will see.” Hank got in his car and drove away.

Clarrie was crying and I went into the house.

I went into the bedroom and the little girl was crying bitterly, “Mommy, I dreamt that you left me.”

I consoled her, “You are mom’s baby and mom won’t leave you. Baby, mom is always with you.”

It might be a nightmare.

She cries and fell into sleep.

I went out of her room and saw Dennis in the sitting room. He was angry but he was still handsome.