Chapter 328

I watched him walk away, distracted. We’d been apart for years. Some were healing, some were struggling in hell.

In the eyes of many women, if a man went crazy for a woman, then the man must love this woman very much.

But Dennis was different. We had been married for a few years, and his emotional years seemed to have been buried in those four years, leaving behind a wily, calm and restrained man.

When we met again a few years later, he did not overpower me with his overzealous emotions, but gradually invaded my life and memory bit by bit.

It wasn’t a warm process, but it was hard to refuse or even push away.

When I got to the hotel, Dennis was lying peacefully on the big white bed.

The back of his hand was on his forehead and he seemed to be asleep.

His face was pale. Putting the porridge aside, I sat down beside him with indescribable emotions.

If we had started right, maybe we wouldn’t be here, both looking forward to the future with caution.

I held his hand gently so as not to wake him.

But the ever-vigilant man woke up seconds later. He opened his eyes, and they fell on my face. The man's cold eyes smiled.

“Isn’t today the day off? What are you doing here?” His voice was hoarse and a little tired.

“You were sick, so I came to see you.” I said, pulling my hand away, and going to fetch the porridge, but he held it.

“Toby told you that?”

I nodded, and he sat up straight, frowning slightly as he leaned back against the bed, as if he was still in pain.

“Have you taken your medicine?” I looked around the room and couldn’t find any trace of the drug.

He smiled. “It’s just a small thing. I just need a rest.”

I pressed my lips together with a faint displeasure, “If you can cure it without taking medicine, you would be well now.”

I pulled my hand away from his, but he took it, and I lost my footing and fell into his arms.

His body was hot and his breath smelled strongly of male hormones.

“I’ll eat later. Lie down with me.” He said, with a soft note in his voice.

He was ill after all, and there was no reason not to take medicine.

Looking up at him, I frowned slightly, “Eat something, then take the medicine before you go to sleep, ok?”

He smirked, his voice beaming with pleasure, raised his hand and scraped my nose. “Since when have you been so bossy?”

“Health matters!” I said, got up off him and called Toby to send the medicine. I didn’t think he wanted an injection, so I just let him take some medicine and saw how it went.

I put away the phone, put the cooked porridge in front of him and said, “eat some first, and then take medicine.”

He looked up at me with a smile in his cold eyes, “Would you be angry if I told you to feed me?”

I was stunned for a moment, but I picked up the spoon and slowly fed it to him.

He seemed particularly surprised.

Then he looked at me deeply, and I sighed and said nothing more.

After a few bites, I saw that he didn’t seem to refuse, and a bowl of porridge was quickly finished. I looked up at him and said, “How is it?”

He said, “Very sweet!”

I was speechless, “I put salt in it, not sugar.” Maybe his heart wasn’t in porridge, that was why he ate so much porridge and didn’t know what it tasted like.

He curled his lips and said in a pleasant voice, “It’s sweet, anyway.”

I...

Toby bought the medicine. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that he had eaten porridge. He felt vaguely relieved and looked at me, saying, “Thank you, madam!”

I was stunned for a moment and said nothing more.

Toby left. Dennis took the pills, and he held on to me and wouldn’t let go. I sighed, “You should have a rest after taking the medicine.”

He nodded, but said, “Lie down with me for a while.” After a pause, maybe he thought I was going to refuse him, so he said, “I sleep better when you’re with me.”

I was stunned for a moment and leaned against him. It was hot and dry, but the room was air-conditioned.

It wasn’t long before I drifted off to sleep. I thought he’d fall asleep and I’d leave, but I didn’t think I’d fall asleep first.

When I woke up, it was three in the afternoon. Good thing that I didn’t have to work. Dennis was no longer in bed.

There were marks on the bed beside me that had evidently been laid down by him.

From the living room came a quiet voice, like a meeting.

I got up, got out of bed and headed outside.

“Then we’ll fight the Gibson’s to the death.” A simple sentence in a very low voice, but the words were very sharp and determined.

If I hadn’t seen him then, I would have forgotten that he was Dennis, the prodigy who ruled the business world.

During the four years I heard almost constant rumors of his ruthlessness in City P.

He looked up at the noise. His cold eyes fell on me with warmth. He said gently, “Hey!”

I nodded, my eyes resting on his computer. It was a video conferencing, and I stopped where I was and said, “You go first!”

He turned off the computer, stood up and walked over to me, hugging me in his arms. “Why don’t you get more sleep?” he said softly.

I pursed my lips and looked at the scenery outside the hotel. Dozens of acres of wasteland that used to be full of weeds had been turned into loess.

“Are you feeling any better?” I withdrew my eyes and raised my hand to test his forehead. It was not hot, there was no sign of fever.

He chuckled in my ear and said, “I’m fine when I see you.”

I...

He put his head on my shoulder, his breath warm. “Clara, love shouldn’t be heavy. In four years, I imagined so many times to take care of you. We met in HL Area, which was fate as well as destiny. I was so happy, I wanted to hold you close and never let you go. But I know I can’t do that.”

Please Love Me, Mr. George Chapter 327 Going Back to City P 2 “I can’t push you away for being reckless again. Four years! We don’t have too many four years in our lives that I can go on a rampage. So I had to play hard to get and pull you into my arms. I sent Toby to you on the off chance. If you don’t come, all I can do is continue to take care of you carefully. If you come, it will prove that you have me in your heart. So Clara, I’m not going to do this for another four years.”

I let him hold me, feeling a slight pain in my heart. I knew I was in a swamp. For four years, I buried all my past in my heart. As long as it was not mentioned, then it was relieved.

I also thought about what I would do if one day we saw each other again and he treated me as he had done before.

But I never thought he’d be so stable and delicate. He began to take care of my feelings and love me in a different way.

He did not accompany me into the swamp, but calmly pulled me up step by step, afraid of hurting my body and mind. He was gentle as hell.

“If you had never met me, maybe you would be happy now.” If he had married Olivia seven years ago, he would have had a successful career and a happy family.