Chapter 276

Chapter 276: A Wrong Path Would Lead You Astray 14 “Clara!” He was mad, grabbing my hand with a terrifyingly strong force, “Why do you keep talking about getting a divorce? Do you truly mean that? Is marriage some sort of joke to you?”

“Yeah, it is, Dennis! My freaking marriage is a joke. So, can you please tell me when we are getting a divorce?”

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the sparkles in his eyes were gone. After a while, he used all his strength, opened the car door, and threw me directly into the car, almost violently.

I didn’t have the strength to resist any of it at all. I was thrown into the car by him, and before I could sit up straight, he started the car.

The car ran at a crazy speed, and we arrived downstairs at the villa shortly - I had no idea how many red lights we had rushed through.

Dennis pulled me out of the car before I could get out of the shock. I struggled, “Dennis George, you are out of your damn mind!”

Without saying anything, Dennis just lifted me over his shoulder. I felt dizzy immediately - With my head toward the ground, the shaking from his motion made my head buzz.

After a while, he threw me onto the bed. Before I could get myself up, Dennis had taken off his jacket already.

“Dennis, you are a jerk!” I felt terrible at heart. I slammed into his shoulder, not letting go until there was a bloody smell in my mouth.

But there was nothing else I could do.

I stopped struggling, opened my eyes, and looked at him motionlessly. I couldn't get a divorce, and neither could I get rid of him - I started to feel a little desperate.

Perhaps it was because Dennis had noticed that I was no longer struggling, he stopped what he was doing and looked at me with his two black eyes.

We were facing each other.

He pursed his lips, looking a bit cold, “Do you hate me, babe?”

I remained silent - I lost interest in speaking to him now.

“Clara, please. Please don’t hate me. We are husband and wife, not enemies. We shouldn't be like this.” His voice was low and his breath was heavy.

I pursed my lips, gritted my teeth, and endured the pain.

After a long stalemate, he finally stopped and hugged me from behind, “Can you please come home?”

Dennis spoke. I could hear the tiredness in his voice.

I didn’t want to talk to him, so I chose to be silent. It wasn’t long until Alex Thomson called.

I answered, “I am at the T Villas.”

Shortly afterward, Alex spoke again. He paused briefly and said, “Clarie Bear is crying so hard now. I will have to tuck her into bed first.”

I hummed.

And Alex said, “Have a good rest!”

After hanging up, Dennis pulled me into his arms, “Clarie Bear?”

“Dennis, I am so sick of this. Let’s get a divorce!” I spoke finally, with a certain calm voice, “Yes, I do love you and care about you very much, but it doesn’t mean that I would still want to keep entangled with you like this. You ruined marriage for me, for which I don't blame you; because I am not a perfect wife myself. Neither of us does well in our marriage either, so it’s only fair.”

I could feel that his body was stiff out of shock. I continued before he could say anything, “When I married you, I thought you were a wonderful match for me. You were the prince charming every girl would dream of, and it was a blessing for me to marry you. That was why I cherished this marriage so much, no matter what was going on with you and Olivia back then.

Whatever happened, I would bear with it. I thought as long as I stayed by your side, one day you would come to your senses and stop treating me like this. But it’s been three freaking years!”

“Yes, it’s true that you are starting to see me again. But Dennis, think about it - You are no longer aloof to me, but the way you treat me now is even more terrible than your aloofness. I am so sick and tired of this. Whenever I think of you, all I want to do is flee. My love for you won’t keep me any longer. I am sorry, I just can’t.”

The air was full of indifference. Dennis didn’t speak, but he just stayed silent for a very long time.

Afterward, he spoke again, in a deep voice, “What do you want me to do so you would stay?”

I was a bit shocked and wasn’t sure what to say all of a sudden.

Seeing that I was silent, Dennis flipped my body over so we could be face-to-face with each other, “Clara, I am trying to fix our marriage. Can you please tell me - What do you want?”

Looking at each other, I felt a bit worn out. I closed my eyes, reluctant to speak anymore.

Yes, the problem was probably on me - I had mental problems.

I had no idea how to tell him what was wrong with me, but we had become exhausted after fighting over some tiny little things every single time.

I knew that getting a divorce wasn’t the best way to fix our problem. But I couldn’t think of a better solution at the moment.

“Dennis, I...”

“I know, just tell me what you want to do. You can continue to handle the Gibson family’s affairs, but just don’t get yourself caught up in it. For the rest, you can do whatever you want. Clara, stay. We will make it work and live happily ever after, okay?”

I never knew he could speak to me so calmly, with pleas and compromises in his tone.

It seemed that from the beginning, we had been thinking differently - I wanted to escape, he just wanted to resolve the problem.

I didn’t speak - I closed my eyes and felt very uncomfortable. Tonight, I didn’t sleep well. Maybe it was because of the undone matters in my mind, or it was just my confusion.

The next day!

I woke up without an alarm clock. I opened my eyes and realized that Dennis was staring at me smilingly.

I was confused, “What is it?”

He looked at me, gently, “You are awake?”

I was kind of baffled.

I suddenly remembered that I had taken some medicine last night, It might have to do with that.

After being sluggish for a while, I got up and went to the bathroom. The doctor said that I should also massage myself and squeeze my boobies to see if these could achieve the effect of promoting lactation with the medicine’s help.

I turned on the showerhead, took a shower, and cleaned myself up.

I tried it a few times myself, but after all, I hadn’t done it before - In the end, I didn’t squeeze out anything, it hurt though.

Please Love Me, Mr. George Chapter 275 One Wrong Step and all Would be Lost 13 When Dennis came in, I was just cramped. His coming in so suddenly made me almost fall.

Seeing my strange movements, he was sluggish for about a few seconds and frowned, “What are you doing?”

I...

Should I just tell him that I was trying to promote lactation?

I grabbed the bath towel and wrapped my body tightly. I looked at him and said, “It’s nothing, I am just taking a shower, trying to clean myself properly.”

What a lame excuse!

Of course, Dennis didn’t fall for it. He blocked my way and said with a serious look, “You tell me now, or I will go ask Alex!”

I...

“Clarie Bear is Diana’s baby. She was born early, and without her birth mom’s breast milk, she wasn’t in a healthy condition. So I...” I answered very quickly. Even though I didn’t finish my sentence, I was sure Dennis would have figured it out.