Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1011 - Fighting with your own son

I think?

I certainly think it is more appropriate for everyone to go back to their own homes and find their own

mothers!

Without waiting for me to say anything, Dennis lifted his feet and walked towards me, his dark eyes

staring at me slyly as he walked, "Didn't anyone tell you to read the terms and conditions clearly before

signing the contract?"

I backed up while trying to deceive myself, "Mr. George is doing such a big business, he shouldn't

exploit ordinary people like me, right?"

Dennis's footsteps were halted, his expression inexplicably stopped in place, and just as I stopped to

sigh in relief, he suddenly came forward and forced me directly onto the back of the couch, holding me

captive with both hands, "You think you know me well?"

So close, not only did I not subconsciously push people away, but I heard my heart beat faster and

faster.

But I didn't like the feeling of being cheated, so I stiffened my head and put on my composure, "It's not

too late to understand, I want to cancel my contract!"

Recovering memories is important, yet more than just hitching yourself to them.

The original image of Dennis in my heart is not good, and now, it is a complete loss of trust.

At that moment, Dennis's face suddenly changed, his deep eyes were covered with sadness, and he

exhaled a deep breath, his voice was soft but clear, "Clara."

For a moment, looking into his eyes, I couldn't tell if he was calling me or the deceased "Clara".

When I looked back, Dennis' hot body had wrapped itself around me.

Each other's bodies touched together, the tingling warm touch once again spread through the limbs, I

subconsciously wanted to push away, but was stopped by his sticky and hurt words.

"I miss her so much, lend me ten minutes, just ten minutes, so I can give her a good hug."

The truth came out that he was thinking of his deceased wife.

For a woman, it is almost humiliating to be used as a stand-in for another person by a man she hates,

yet I opened my mouth, but I could not say no, and I was not even as strong as I was just now to push

him away.

The hand rose and fell again and again, and finally took him.

Halfway through the ten minutes, the door of the room suddenly pushed open from the outside and

Jamie trotted in with his microcomputer in his hand, seeing us hugging each other, his black grape-like

eyes opened round and his mouth opened in an exaggerated "O" shape.

"Are you guys kissing?"

With Dennis pressing almost his entire body on top of me and Jamie not being tall, it did seem more

ambiguous from his perspective.

I snapped back to my senses, broke free from Dennis' arms and backed away to the side.

Dennis was unhurried, slowly stood up straight, turned around, and looked at Jamie with a less than

patient expression and an unkind tone, "Didn't I teach you to knock?"

Jamie bit his lip and instantly lost his breath, his fleshy little hand raised to scratch the back of his head,

"I forgot."

As if sensing her father's temper, Jamie loudly promised again, "I won't do it again daddy, please

forgive me!"

Dennis' face eased up a bit and he responded in a low voice, "Well, what are you doing here if you're

not sleeping?"

"I'm going to sleep with Auntie Clara!" Jamie practically shouted it out as if it was something heavenly

to brag about.

Dennis blushed, "Boys aren't allowed to be so clingy."

Sort of a euphemism for refusal.

Dennis is supposed to say one thing in this family, and although Jamie was aggrieved, she didn't dare

to retort, but just held her head, fiddling with her fingers aggressively, and the whole person looked very

uneasy.

The little look is just too heartbreaking.

"Who says boys can't be clingy." I walked over and pulled Jamie directly towards the bedroom, "What

do kids know, they didn't learn from the adults!"

Jamie at least also pampered a cute, you Dennis, strong to come, but also have the courage to teach

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Dennis was left speechless by my dislike and watched as we entered the room.

When he went into the bathroom, I asked Jamie to sneak outside and get my phone, which gave me a

chance to check my text messages.

It's from an unknown number: [Just stay at City P, I'll be back soon].

Strange, and did not leave a drop, I do not know who is.

It just so happened that Jamie asked me to sing to put her to sleep, so I didn't take it to heart.

The kids are sleepy early and fall asleep in a few minutes. I was about to send a message to talk to

Folly when I heard the door open from the bathroom.

Fearing that Dennis would play a trick, I almost immediately pressed the light out, hugged Jamie tightly

and hid under the covers and pretended to fall asleep.

The footsteps came a little closer and finally stopped by the bed, and after a moment of silence, they

drifted away again, and soon, the sound of the door closing sounded.

Dennis is gone.

And what a strange guy.

The next morning, it was woken up by Jamie.

The child wanted to eat my hand-made breakfast, so I simply made something to eat, and he really put

the nutritious meal made by the family chef and ate what I made.

Dennis came down, sat across from me, looked at his plate which was different from ours and

immediately understood what was going on, "Is that how you treat your fiancé?"

I still hold a grudge for being taken advantage of last night, so I pretended not to hear.

Dennis' voice got stronger, ''Clara!''

I didn't even look up and said carelessly, "Jamie has never eaten his mother's breakfast, so I made it to

make him happy. Besides, you are so valuable, I can't afford to pay for any damage to your body."

Dennis smiled with displeasure and was about to open his mouth when an underling interjected from

the distance, "Assistant Toby has arrived, sir."

Dennis didn't have the good sense to sweep me off my feet, leaving a cold snort and turning around to

lead the way upstairs.

The footsteps disappeared before I stole a glance in the direction of the stairs.

Dennis isn't that bad to mess with.

After twenty minutes, Dennis still had no intention of coming downstairs, and the maids were already

packing up their things.

I casually asked, "Where is your husband?"

"Sir and Assistant Toby are in the study."

Thinking that Toby was also there, I resentfully followed.

Stopped at the door, vaguely heard the sound of discussion inside, lying on the door to try to hear more

clearly, but to no avail.

After straightening his clothes, he hesitated for a moment, but knocked on the door, "Knock-knock-"

"It's me, Sue."

Soon, the door opened from the inside and out came Dennis.

He blocked the middle of the gap where the door opened, not at all prepared to give way, but simply

asked in a good-natured manner, "What can I do for you?"

I pursed my lips, "No breakfast?"

Dennis froze for a moment before saying, "I'll eat whatever Jamie eats, I'm not a picky eater."

"Children's meals?" Is this a fight with your own son?

"Whatever." Dennis added, "Miss Kennedy is such a dashing personality, don't force her if she doesn't

want to."

As he said that, he also raised his chin and pointed to the stairway behind me, indicating that I could

leave at any time.

I subconsciously wanted to go downstairs to cook, and then suddenly I felt wrong, "Dennis, what am I

in your eyes, bringing me back just so I can serve you like a servant and let you do whatever you

want?"

Dennis put his hands in his pockets and deliberately moved to the side, leaning his whole body weight

against the door, Toby holding the file just in time for me to see it clearly, "Not trying to retrieve

memories? Want to listen together?"