Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 219 Trap For Dennis

After parking the car, I stood at the door. The drizzle began again.

His face darkened. "Do you want to stand there for the whole day?"

He walked to me, and the rain fell on his shoulder, making him look more indifferent.

I pursed my lips and thought for a while. "Didn't you say that you would come back late?" I thought that

he might not come back tonight. After all, Newton Town was not close to City P, and it had already

taken him more than half a day to go there.

He sneered, "It's still not late now?"

I was speechless.

It was indeed a little late.

He didn't ask any more questions. He pulled me into the villa and stared at me. "Where have you

been?"

"Central Park!" I didn't intend to hide anything from him. The matter today was so serious, and I came

back so late. If I didn't tell him, he would also know by himself tomorrow.

He narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Why don't you live there for a few more days? If so, you even

don't have to go back and forth, right?"

I nodded, "Yes, I happen to have the same plan."

"Clara!" He gritted his teeth and asked, "Who is your husband?"

I pursed my lips and said, "You asked me to live there. Why are you so angry?"

"Why shouldn't I be angry?" He sneered, "You have been with Hank for the whole day. Why don't you

just take him as your adoptive son? Then you can be with him all the time."

I also got a little angry, "Why don't you ask me to marry him directly?"

"Pat!" He slapped the table with his hand. He looked so angry. "You don't go home until midnight. Do

you think it's good?"

I lowered my head and said dejectedly, "No. But you always get angry so easily. You don't even ask me

why I went there and what happened. You just get angry without asking anything and blame me.

Dennis, do you think it's good?"

He was stunned and almost burst into laughter. After a pause, he calmed down. Then he looked at me

and said, "Okay. Tell me, why did you go to find Hank?"

I went to the sofa and sat down. "Get me a glass of water!"

He was stunned and was out of rage. "Clara, you..."

"It's okay if you don't want to. Don't scold me. Or I won't say anything." Anyway, he couldn't do anything

to me even if he got angry, so I had nothing to fear.

He stared at me with his angry eyes for a long time. Biting his lips, he said, "You'd better say something

reasonable later, otherwise..."

He didn't finish his words. Instead, he poured me a glass of water and looked at me coldly. "Go ahead!"

I held the cup and thought for a while, "Uncle Yank passed away."

He raised his eyebrows and said, "I know. My aunt has told me about it." After a pause, he narrowed

his eyes. "Is that all?"

After a pause, I continued, "Besides, in the Triangle Zone, Hank's mother, Gloria, killed herself by

jumping from the rooftop. I was worried that Hank couldn't bear such a blow, so I stayed with him in the

Central Park Community. That's why I come back late."

He frowned and narrowed his eyes slightly. "What exactly happened?"

He had been busy these days. Perhaps Yara had told him about Yank's accident, but she hadn't told

her the details yet.

Besides, this was also the family affair of the Gibson family. To put it bluntly, Dennis and I were

outsiders.

After thinking for a while, I said, "On the day of Yank's death, Yara told Gloria about what had

happened ten years ago. Later, Gloria might have been stimulated and lost her mind. Perhaps she

couldn't bear it, so she chose to go with Yank."

He nodded. He didn't have much interest in the affairs of the Gibson family. He looked at me and said,

"Hank has his own path to go. Don't always go to find him. I'm your husband. Don't forget this."

His tone sounded strange and full of jealousy.

I pursed my lips and said, "Dennis, I just want to repay you. It's so complicated for others to think about

it, okay?"

"You do this to show your gratitude to him, huh? There are so many ways to repay him. Why do you

choose the worst way?" His voice was full of sarcasm.

Anyway, he was in a bad mood now and didn't want to talk to me politely. So I wouldn't care about his

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"It's so late. When will you go to bed?"

He glanced at me and went upstairs in a bad mood.

Knowing that he was angry, I didn't provoke him. When I went back to the bedroom, he was not there.

He should have gone to the study.

I went to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. The floor in the bathroom was not slippy,

so I usually took off my shoes and went into the bathroom barefoot.

But this time, I slipped down after I took a few steps.

"Ah..." I was so shocked that I screamed.

"Bang!" The door was opened, and Dennis rushed in. It seemed that he had run over.

When he saw me fall to the ground, his eyes darkened. He picked me up and frowned. "Where did it

hurt?"

"My ankle!" I had sprained my ankle.

He reached out and pinched my ankle. It hurt so much that I took a deep breath and said, "It hurts!"

"You also know it hurts." He said in a bad tone, "Then why were you so careless?"

I curled my lips and said in a low voice, "I didn't know the floor would be so slippery. I also didn't want to

fall down."

He looked at me sarcastically. "So it's my fault?" After a pause, he asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Take a bath!" Why was he always so bad-tempered?

He carried me into the bathtub and filled it with water. Then he asked coldly, "Do you need me to help

you?"

"No need!" I replied.

He looked at me indifferently and said, "It's him who lost his parents, not you."

What did he mean?

He always had weird logic!

And he always liked to think too much.

"Dennis, what's wrong with you? I fell down by accident. It's not like what you said. Besides, Hank

helped me. He is in so much trouble now. I should help him. What's wrong with that? There is no other

relationship between me and him. I even have never blamed you for your affair with Olivia."

I thought that Dennis was just venting his anger. If it weren't for Hank, I would have died a long time

ago. Now he was in such big trouble and no one helped him. Why shouldn't I care about him as a

friend?

"Huh!" He laughed angrily. "Do you have to help him in this way? Clara, do you think you are the only

one who knows to be grateful? Why can't you find someone to take care of him for you?"

"Okay, go and find one!" I pursed my lips and said, "According to what you said, you could have found

someone to take care of Olivia before. Why did you have to do it yourself?" reading more