Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1025 Just a substitute

Edgar finished, a meaningful look at Dennis, "always a family, help each other, trouble is not called

trouble, but if someone does not know what is good for, must jump from this ship, do not blame us set

the tail to survive."

He got up, walked past Dennis and walked towards the stairs while saying leisurely, "I see no need for

this meal, let's all disperse."

The next moment, the living room rang with the sound of glass shattering on the floor, piercing and

sharp.

Turning his face, he saw Dennis with a gloomy face, his eyes slightly downcast, his hand hanging at his

side clenched tightly, and his body spread with a sinister aura.

The celadon on the coffee table next to the broken into small pieces, mixed with chrysanthemum and

water, the floor is a mess.

The maid ran in panicking at the sound, not daring to disturb him, "Sir, let's clean this up, you ......"

Dennis ignored her, was silent for a moment, and as the maid scowled and picked up a broom and

prepared to do it, he turned and walked out with a jolt.

There are many rights and wrongs in a luxurious family, an outsider, naturally there is no reason to stay

more, so I had to take Jamie and chase him out.

Dennis was so emotional that he walked to the door and grabbed the keys directly from the driver's

hand and got into the driver's seat.

Toby saw the situation, worried straight fist, "bad, sir this is afraid to accident."

I sniffed at him, thought for a moment, and handed Jamie over to him, "Take the young master back

first."

After that, I took three steps forward and bent over into the passenger seat as Dennis fired up the

engine.

Dennis's furious eyes instantly looked over, like a frightened dragon, and the moment I looked at him, I

nervously made a swallowing motion.

"Get down." Dennis squeezed the threat out of his teeth.

"Good thinking." I pretended to avert my eyes, moved quickly to fasten the seat belt, looked straight

ahead and said, "Drive, it just so happens that I have something I want to talk to you about alone."

Dennis narrowed his eyes, his eyes growing more and more dangerous, and after staring at me for ten

seconds or so, he let go of his foot and sped off.

The road was unobstructed, breaking into the main road around the city and turning along the moat for

twenty minutes before the car finally stopped.

The good thing is that I had the experience of riding in Janice's car before, and I was able to maintain

the basic facial expressions without collapsing after this life-and-death time.

Dennis lit a cigarette, took a sharp puff, swallowed the clouds, the hand holding the cigarette casually

drooped on the car window, the body leaned back, lightly closed his eyes and closed his eyes to

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The light from the street lamp shone in, just finishing his perfect side, mysterious and seductive.

I went straight to the point, "You regained your memory long ago?"

Dennis does not speak, the carriage is so quiet that you can hear his heavy breathing.

Turning my face, I became more serious, raised my volume, and solemnly said, "Actually, you always

knew what Dorothy did, right? But between affection and justice for your dead lover, you didn't hesitate

to choose the latter, so you've been pretending not to know anything, right?"

At that, Dennis suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards me, his red-blooded eyes fishy red and

horrible, "What are you trying to say?"

I smiled lightly and said half jokingly, "I have to know what kind of person I'm working with, Dennis, do

you remember the look on my face when you first met me? In fact, like the Vance, you are not looking

forward to the return of "Clara", am I right?"

Six years, there is so much to determine.

For example, why I came to my senses and the first person I saw was Hank, who had disappeared for

a long time, and why he became my fiancé.

For example, why the Kennedy family and The Lewis family both left, while the George family

ascended to the throne of the pyramid.

For example, that death obituary that can only be published by relatives, without Dennis, how could it

be done ......

I looked at him and squeezed the hem of my dress with my hands on my lap, trying my best to appear

calm.

Dennis, the man I used to love, after six years, I can't confirm whether he is still the man who loved me

like his life under the affectionate "nurturing" of the Vance family.

Seeming to be seen through by me, Dennis immediately put his face away again, his voice with the

fishy smell of bloodlust, "It has nothing to do with you."

He propped one hand on the steering wheel and took another drag of his cigarette, his voice even

colder, "Remember, you're just a stand-in for Clara."

Perhaps the nicotine smoke added, the way he speaks, looks deep and despondent, seems to carry a

lot of secrets, smooth jaw as if at any time will be crawling with Hu Qing, revealing the appearance of

inner vicissitudes.

Seeing that he had no intention of saying anything further, I had to give up.

People who pretend to sleep can never be woken up, not to mention, Dennis's mouth, as long as he

does not want, no one can pry open.

After spending more than an hour quietly at the river, Dennis's cigarette carton was mostly empty

before he reignited the engine and hit the road home.

Halfway there, Jamie called and said he wanted to eat the cake that he was late for at the mall earlier,

and when he passed the mall, he asked Dennis to stop the car.

I was about to unbuckle my seatbelt, but Dennis's voice floated over, "This kind of thing, a phone call,

call someone to send home on the line, why go the extra trip."

The action of unbuttoning paused, I looked up, helplessly gave a blank stare, "Others send, which is

more thoughtful than their own purchase, and I do not blame you, business ghost Dennis, how will

understand the importance of the interchange of thoughts between family members, do not worry, do

not bother you, I will go by myself, you just wait here."

After that, I pushed open the car door and got out, however, every two steps, a stout figure suddenly

appeared beside me, and I walked in side by side.

Looking up, all you can see is Dennis' arrogant chin.

"You don't think it's a waste of time?"

Dennis didn't even look at me, "My son, Dennis, is worth the price."

"It's really ......" Stinky to the point of being speechless.

Lazy to pay attention to him, head a twist, deliberately will be a larger step, told him to chase behind.

I found the bakery on the first floor and the one Jamie liked was the last one left, so I was happy and

pointed to the cake in the window and said, "I want this one, please wrap it for me please."

The store manager does not seem to want to do business, awkwardly pulling the corners of his mouth

perfunctory smile, casually gave me a packing box on the hand over, not even mention the bag.

Fearing that Dennis would wait too long and lose his temper, I didn't count on it and took it for my

wallet, "How much is it?"

"Free, hurry up and get out of here." The store manager hurriedly packed the rest of the pastries and

intentionally pressed the Bluetooth headset on his ear, "Closed, you two come back another day sorry."

Free?

Closing at 7:00?

Good guys, sure it's not a tycoon out to experience life?