Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 169 Revenge

It had been several days since I found out that Dennis George was downstairs. Because of his

unstable mood, Hank Gibson almost refused to let me go out.

I thought he really knows me very well and knows how to stabilize my emotions. After National Day, he

was really busy.

"And I also began to work in the Gibson family. Hank Gibson did arrange for me to work on the project.

Because I just took over, I don't know many things. He sent an assistant to help me."

It's a bit different to do a project for me alone since it was difficult for me to get off work on regular time

because I've just taken over. I had to do it very late. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Yank Gibson had been sent to the hospital due to a stroke, so Hank Gibson had only arranged for his

assistant to send me back.

These days, I've adjusted myself very well, so I didn't let him worry so much.

After sending me to the entrance of the community, Assistant Shirley said, "Mrs. Kennedy, Mr. Gibson

asked me to give this to you. He asked you to remember to eat."

I nodded, took the documents in her hand, and got out of the car. It was only five minutes from the

entrance of the community to the floor. I walked slowly, thinking about the new project all the way.

Hank Gibson originally had a company abroad. At present, he probably wanted to develop in the

country. They were both technology companies. I thought of JD Technology Co., Ltd. in Newton Town,

which had excellent technicians.

The only thing he needed to worry about was the management. The Gibson family was a listed

company. If he bought JD Technology Co., Ltd., it would be a good choice for the Gibson family.

As I was lost in my thoughts, the phone rang. It was Alex Thomson.

These days, I basically called him every day, but he couldn't get through no matter how hard I tried. It

was already the day of Diana's delivery. I didn't know how they were doing.

After receiving a call from Alex Thomson, I quickly answered, "Alex Thomson, where's Diana? How are

you and Diana? Did she give birth?"

Maybe he suddenly heard my voice on the other end of the phone and was a little stunned. After a long

time, he said, "She is very good. She has given birth. It is a girl. Where... where have you been? How

is the child?"

Feeling a little uncomfortable, I walked to the rest area and sat down. I suppressed my emotions and

said, "I'm fine. Where are you? Why can't I get in touch with you? Where's Diana? Why can't I get

through to her?"

"She is also very good. She is in confinement in childbirth. Her whole heart is on the child, so she may

not have time to answer your phone." His voice sounded weird, but I didn't know how to say it.

I could only ask, "Where are you now?"

I could vaguely hear the crying of a child on the other end of the phone. My heart ached and my tears

flowed out.

"We are still in the countryside. When Diana recovers better, we will come to City P to see you."

I nodded my head repeatedly, feeling a little happy. At least Diana's child was fine.

He might be busy taking care of the child, so he said a few words casually and hung up the phone.

The temperature of autumn in City P was getting lower day by day. It was especially cold to sit outside

for a long time.

After a few steps, I stood still. A familiar black Jeep came. It was Dennis George.

What was he doing here?

Out of instinct, I turned around and was about to leave.

But after a few steps, he stopped me. "Clara Kennedy, how long are you going to hide from me?"

I stiffened and found it difficult to breathe. "Dennis George, let's divorce!"

I'm running away and hiding from him. I can't live with him anymore.

Originally, I could accept that he didn't love me, and I could also bear the complicated relationship

between him and Olivia Pearson. I could bear the ambiguous relationship between him and Olivia

Pearson, big or small.

"As long as I protect the child, I can live on. Even if he doesn't love me, the child is his. He will love

him."

But now that I have no child, I can't find a reason to continue with him. I don't want to lie to myself, and

I don't want to see him having an ambiguous relationship with Olivia Pearson every time, I will kill them

crazily.

"Divorce?" A trace of pain flashed across his face. "Clara Kennedy, do we have to do this?"

I nodded, my face much calmer than before, but my heart still ached. "Dennis George, I can't continue

to live with you. I married you because Grandpa took care of me and grandma. I wanted to repay this

favor with my whole life, but now that I have experienced so much, I have to repay these favors. Please

let me go!"

He suddenly sneered. "So, you married me because you wanted to repay my grandpa's kindness?"

I nodded. "Yes!"

His face was extremely ugly. "Since you want to repay his kindness, then you can repay it for the rest of

your life. I never thought of breaking up with you, nor did I want to leave with you."

I was stunned and my mood collapsed. "Dennis George, don't you understand? I hate you. I don't want

to be with you, let alone see you."

He withdrew his black eyes and suppressed the pain in them. "Then you can get used to it slowly.

Since you hate me, you can take revenge. The best revenge is to be entangled, right?"

"Crazy!" I collapsed and couldn't help but roar, "It will be punished by God. I don't want to dirty my

hands."

With that, I hurried to the door of the building and he followed behind me. "Hank Gibson can't take care

of you for the rest of his life. Come back with me!"

He stopped me. I didn't want him to touch me at all. I didn't care if I would fall down on the stairs. I just

wanted to push him away.

He pulled me back and saw that he was falling backward. Afraid that he would be implicated me, he

suddenly loosened his grip.

Watching him fall down the stairs, I turned around expressionlessly, opened the door, and went straight

into the elevator.

When I got home, I quickly took the medicine, controlled my emotions, and then lay on the bed, waiting

to fall asleep.

My phone rang. When I saw that it was Hank Gibson, I answered, "Hello!"

"Remember to eat, don't sleep directly!" His words made me suspect that I had been monitored.

I could not help but ask, "How do you know I'm going to sleep?"

He chuckled. “I know you too well."

I pursed my lips and lay prone on the bed. "I just took the medicine. I don't want to move!"

"Why did you suddenly take medicine?" His voice was a little serious.

I said, "I just met Dennis George downstairs."

I didn't take any medicine these days. I can basically control my emotions.

He was silent for a moment and said, "Well, there's something to eat in the refrigerator. Eat more and

then sleep, or you really can't sleep at night."

I nodded and looked at the time. It was only about seven o'clock. I thought it made sense. If I fell

asleep now, I really couldn't fall asleep when I woke up at night.

Hanging up the phone, I found something to eat. Maybe he guessed that I would be so lazy, so he

prepared fast food in the refrigerator in advance and could eat it after heating it in the microwave.

After a while, the drug worked and I lay on the bed and soon fell asleep.