Chapter 354

Seeing them, Nova burst into tears. Her capacity for instantly crying deserved an award.

“Mario, I took Clarie to get some dessert just now. But Clara didn’t allow me to touch the kid, and she even slapped me.”

I glared at her, “If you have to act like a bitch, I will give you another slap. Besides, you’d better take care of your fetus, because I don’t mind doing something bad to respond to your bitch behavior.”

Nova frowned, looking at me, “We can talk peacefully. Why do we have to use force?”

She changed her attitude. Then she asked my daughter, “Clarie, do you want anything else to eat?”

Clarie looked up at me and Nova whose eyes filled with tears. Clever as my daughter, she said, “Mom hit her because she irritated mom.”

Mario was surprised, then he nodded at Clarie, “I knew. It’s not your mom’s fault.”

Clarie nodded, handing her dessert to Dennis. She spoke in a soft voice, “Dennis, shall we go home? Mom is unhappy.”

Dennis stared at me. Though he said nothing, he trusted me.

Mario didn’t care about his crying wife. What he was fully concerned about was Clarie. He talked with Clarie until getting out of the restaurant.

we said our farewells and left. Getting in the car, Clarie fell asleep soon.

At the crossing waiting for the green light.

Dennis held my hand, “Still angry?”

I shrugged, “Nope.”

He smiled, “I want to know what kind of words she said made you angry.”

He then stared at my hand, asking me gently, “Does it hurt?”

“It was Nova who was hit. How could I hurt?” I remembered what Nova said, and stared at his crotch unconsciously.

He was confused at my undisguised gaze, “What are you thinking about?”

Realizing my gaze made him uncomfortable, I looked away. Then I asked, “Have you ... removed it?”

It seemed he didn’t get what I meant. The light turned green and he started the car. He only asked in confusion, “What?”

Four years ago, he inserted a contraceptive ring inside his body. I had not been with him for four years, so I didn’t know what happened during this period.

Given what Nova said, he might not remove the ring, which led to that rumor.

“Remove what?” He was baffled.

I blushed, “The contraceptive ring. Didn’t you pull it out?”

He chuckled, leering at me, “If you want a baby, I’d love to pull it out.”

I...

I pressed my lips, meditating. So he didn’t remove it.

“Wearing it for long may cause infertility!” I didn’t know if four years wearing that would have any bad influence.

He smiled, “Don’t worry. I’m ripped. No matter how many kids you want, I can satisfy your need.”

Neglecting his glib words, I said seriously, “Make an appointment with your doctor to take it out tomorrow.”

If we couldn’t accompany each other forever, I didn’t expect him childless for the rest of his life.

He looked at me, chuckling, “Having a baby is not a matter of urgency.”

...

Busy as him, removing the ring had been postponed indefinitely.

But what I didn’t expect was that I would be the first person to be informed of Bernice's death.

It often rained in September. Preparing for the exam, I hardly went out.

It was unexpected that I received a message saying “Turn on the TV and wait for her death.”

I treated the message as a prank.

So I turned off my phone and continued reviewing.

Followed was the call from Jackie whose words were strangely remorseful, “Is it Dennis who did that?”

“What’s wrong?”

Realizing I didn’t know what happened, she added, “Bernice was killed at home, which police are investigating. I hear that her body is very ugly.”

I was shocked, closing my book in hand unconsciously. I turned on the TV.

That’s right. Her death had aroused a heated discussion.

“Isn’t Dennis there?” Jackie asked at the other end.

I frowned, remembering what she said at first. In a cold voice, I spoke, “He is not that bad.”

Realizing I was angry, she immediately apologized.

People would change. Being in the business circle for such a long time had already made her a demon.

Anyway, we had different beliefs. Hanging up the phone, I stared at the message I received just now.

I called the number of that message, but nobody answered. Thinking for a while, I phoned Dennis.

The phone put through, It seemed a meeting was going on at the other end. “What’s wrong, Clara?”

Not loudly did he speak, but the meeting became silent.

“What’s wrong with Bernice?” I didn’t mean to blame, so I added in a soft voice, “I received a weird message.”

“Let it alone. She has ended business with the George Group. No matter what happens to her is none of our business. Don’t overthink.” He said in a low, hoarse voice.

Think for seconds, I nodded, then hung up the phone.

But I couldn’t help thinking about the strange message. I called the number again.

Nobody answered.

The bell rang. I got up, stepped downstairs, and opened the door.

It’s Yara George.

Please Love Me, Mr. George Chapter 353 People Will Change 4 Having no time to respond, I had been slapped by her.

What a hard slap.

I felt giddy for seconds. Mouth bled.

I tried to repress my fury, looking at her, “Does Miss George always behave in such an arbitrary manner to hit others without a reason?”

She sneered with much disdain. “Reason? Bernice’s death is the reason. Clara, I thought you would live a peaceful life after your four years’

departure. But I underestimated you. You ruined your own mother’s reputation. You are a demon. Bernice just had a thing for Dennis. If you don’t like her, you have many ways to torment her rather than kill her.”

So basically, what she meant was I did the murder.

I almost laughed out. Looking at her, I said, “Yara, you overestimate me. If I were like what you think about, do you think I will give you the chance to slap me?”

With disdain, she said, “Stop lying. You have been slandered and insulted by her, so you must have had the thought of killing her. Whether the Kennedy family or the Lewis family can kill an actress in an unknown way. You are vicious enough to do that.”

It seemed that she wouldn’t believe me anyway. What’s more, the murder was not the reason why she showed up here.

She didn’t care at all about who was the murderer. She had firmly believed it was I who killed Bernice, which I forever could not change.

There were no other people here. I didn’t want to talk more with her, so I said, “Since you have done the slap, you can go now!”