Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1075 - Take some interest first

The room instantly fell into dead silence, and Dennis' face was unpleasant.

"Can't you tell the difference between knowing nothing and not fighting?"

Dennis must be very depressed, why the assistant who has been with him for so long suddenly has not

enough intelligence.

Only onlookers can see clearly, forgiveness is not good at expressing, Toby is also the heart of Dennis,

silent with him to bear so much, so easy to have the opportunity, naturally, to say a lot, so that people

know that his boss is also to be loved.

I do wish that Toby's condition of not being clear in the head could occur more often.

"It's just that, get out." Dennis dismissed the man with a cold sweep of his eyes.

"I'm sorry sir." Toby bowed his head, answered in a heavy tone, turned his head and retreated.

The moment I looked up I clearly saw that he had a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth.

It is really Dennis's people, the darkness is so obvious, it seems that Toby has become a lot bolder

recently.

Dennis suddenly whispered a broken sentence, "More and more unruly, it is time to recruit another

assistant, so that he has a little sense of crisis."

I thought he was really angry, turned his head to look, but the face is a light look, not happy, not angry,

but in the lazy hair and pajamas under the background, so much softer.

Unconsciously pursed lips heartfelt smile, where Toby became bold, is the time to wear away the

hostility in Dennis, gentle this man grew up in the dark.

This state made me transformed Leo at first, only Dennis's redemption came a little too late.

But when you think about it, it's better to come late than never. How many people have been rolling

around in the swamp of fate all their lives, deep in it but powerless to get rid of it, compared to us, we

have been the lucky ones favored by the heavens.

I looked a little uncomfortable, Dennis some embarrassment, but the face is still a look of indifference,

mouth hard, "Toby is older memory degraded, accidental injury, not blame Dad."

It seems that Dennis has learned another skill of married men - talking with his eyes open.

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Dennis sized me up from head to toe and laughed on his forehead, "Nothing can be hidden from you

now."

"Okay." Crossing his arms, he let out a long sigh, smiled and hooked his hand towards me, "Told you

all, come here."

The scheme worked, but I was in no hurry to meet his orders, instead I raised my eyebrows and

shrugged, indicating that I would not move half a step until I heard the answer I wanted.

Dennis couldn't help but sigh and relate.

"The night you were kidnapped with the baby, one of the guests at Olivia's birthday party happened to

know the whereabouts of my parents, that person left the party midway, I chased them out, got

ambushed, and it was The Lewis family's men who saved me."

"When Dad thought Olivia was his own daughter, he asked to save his life in exchange for me and

Olivia's engagement, I refused, so that he could not lose face, and when he left, he shot me with a gun

in the popliteal fossa of my left leg, so I had no choice but to recuperate for more than a month under

the watchful eye of The Lewis family. "

The same breezy, but this time the body has more tiny movements, more like a natural flow.

Seems to be afraid that I do not believe, after a pause, he continued to add, "the knee was shot

through the right, but did not hurt the nerve, Dad loved his daughter too much, love the house, not

ruthless, let the daughter's beloved into a waste, so now standing in front of you is not a cripple, in the

past we have been drifting, a wave of unevenness, your emotional instability, I just didn't mention it

specifically."

Dennis laughed at himself, "I'm to blame, instead it's better to be crippled, crippled, as atonement."

I understood only too well for whom he was talking about atonement, our first child, Diana.

Perhaps Dennis, who was obsessed with revenge, was paranoid, but in the corner where no one could

see, who knew what he was suffering from?

No one could have predicted how many people's lives would be delayed by a wrong choice. Fate has

brought us to this day to cherish, not to feel sorry for ourselves and punish ourselves with past

mistakes.

After a deep breath, I walked up, stood on tiptoe, and dropped a sloppy kiss on his lips.

Dennis froze for a second as if he had been electrocuted, and then raised his hand afterwards to touch

the corner of his mouth where he had been kissed, with a stunned look.

"A little prize." I looked at him and tried to make my smile more enthusiastic, "A reward for learning to

confess, and a more generous reward when you really reconcile with yourself Mr. George."

The perfect hunter, which there is no time to hide, can not hide from me, but Dennis does not want to,

not he can not.

In those missed days, we are more or less, are at fault party, no one is more noble than anyone else,

nor do we have the right to let anyone be punished by pain forever, but have the right to choose

whether to reconcile.

I used to compete with Dennis, and Olivia, and fate, but in the end I got myself into the dust, and only

now I can see that time can take away all the things that do not belong to them, and fighting and not

fighting can not change anything, what we should do is to organize ourselves clean, so that we can use

the best way, gentle the most worthy people.

Dennis pursed his lips, seemingly savoring the taste of that kiss, and the next second, suddenly

reached out and pulled me over.

A burst of sky spinning, reacted, has been locked in his arms, four eyes facing each other, Dennis's

gaze blazing and deep, "first take some interest."

After a moment of stunned silence, I struggled to get up, "There's no such rule, well ......"

Forgot again, to me, the man never speaks the rules.

Forget it, it is useless to struggle, by him ......

After dinner, nearly nine o'clock, Snowy had no intention of going upstairs to bed, holding a Barbie doll

and looking absentmindedly at the door.

Knowing a daughter like a mother, it goes without saying that the little one must be waiting for Jeffery.

I nudged Dennis, signaling him to tell Snowy to go upstairs and rest, after all, no matter how long we

wait, Jeffery is not going to show up again, or to resume his daily routine as soon as possible.

Dennis took one look and understood, put down the tablet in his hand and said indifferently, "Snow,

what time is it?"

Snowy perfunctorily looked down at the electronic watch in his hand, "Eight point fifty-seven daddy."

It was only three minutes short of the previous bedtime, but her mind was not on it now and she simply

ignored the matter.

Dennis' tone then got a little harsher, "Hmm?"

Snowy was chilled by this tone, a jolt, hurriedly stood up, drooping head, began to pretend to pack toys.

I can't help it, this slow movement, wait for a few dolls to pack up, it's time for dawn.

So unceremoniously cut off her little trick to stall for time, "Okay, toys later mommy to clean up, now go

upstairs, ask sister to take with you to wash up, and then be good and go to bed, mommy will go up

later to tell you a story."

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Snowy suddenly shouted out loud, startling Dennis and me.

Realizing that he had done something wrong, and hurriedly put his head down, biting his mouth and

murmuring in a small voice, "Jeffery is not back yet, Snowy said to wait for him, mom and dad, Snowy

is not sleepy yet, wait a little longer, OK ......"