Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1101: Narrow Road Encounter

"Calmed down?" Dennis looked at me sideways, his cold expression eased a lot, "You can't do stay out

of it, and I have no intention of forcing it, but I won't allow surprises."

Dennis's expression is not good, a look will know that he maintains absolute sanity, this situation, any

spill will not work.

My consciousness was tempting me to argue, but it was restrained by reason, and I seemed so much

less hardened in front of Dennis after the wedding.

"Hank will not just die, wait to check and confirm, to the extent that I can rest assured, you stay or not I

will not say a word more, even if accompanied by you to take care of him, and what does it matter."

When he looked up in surprise, Dennis had already turned around and faced the elevator door, his face

calm and collected, unrecognizable whether he was happy or angry at the moment.

Is it a hallucination that Dennis volunteered to say something like take care of Hank.

"Ding--"

When the elevator door opened, Dennis naturally turned around and took my hand, lifted his feet and

walked out.

The car drove out of the hospital parking lot, but not in the direction of home.

"Where to?" The brain is now a muddled, hazy mess.

"Snowy just called home and wants to have dessert tonight." Dennis drove intently, with a slight smile

at the corner of his mouth.

Perhaps he is right, Hank several times through life and death are alive and well, each person's destiny

has its own God, not sympathy can change.

I have lovely children and a husband who loves each other, and while I lament the misfortunes of This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

others, I should not lose sight of what I have.

I tried to follow Dennis' rhythm and jumped to the word "Hank", "Eating dessert at night is fattening and

bad for your teeth, you can't spoil your child that much."

A healthy and beautiful physique is a lifelong pursuit for women and should not be taken lightly at any

age.

"Dessert can soothe the mood, not spoil the children, spoil the wife, not break the law."

"Hmph," pouted, indicating that she saw through his mind, "it is obvious that he went there specially for

his daughter and tried to take the opportunity to please me with one stone, I am not going to fall for it

Dennis."

"Huh. ......" Dennis laughed lowly, "So you're not going to eat later?"

"Eat!" You can't go against anyone but earthly delicacies.

......

Dennis pulled over to the side of the road and let me walk with him to the cake store with "Black Angle"

on the side of the road.

The store is staggered with different styles of desserts, separated by transparent glass covers, each

with individual lighting and thermostatic system, mysterious and exquisite under the lighting, looking

like professional exhibition-level artwork.

The expected scene, the place where Dennis consumes, eats not the food itself, but the value and

sentiment attached to it.

Stopped in front of the new recommended Napoleon cake, look at the size, take back should be just

right.

Dennis called the clerk over directly.

"Hello sir, do I need to introduce you?" The clerk's figure and face are model level, and she speaks in a

manner reminiscent of a female host on a car radio station.

"Sorry sir, the last one of this cake has been reserved, our family's White Swan series is also very

popular, do you two want to try it?"

"How can it be, it's not even twelve o'clock?" This is for the new product to come, heard sold out, lost

and surprised, but after saying and suddenly understand, the big fire things, unless pre-order,

otherwise go empty is inevitable.

Sighing, I listened to the clerk explain how hot the event was while searching for other desired desserts

with my eyes.

"Mr. Vance."

The clerk's flattering greeting caught the eye of Dennis and I. Turning around with the voice, we saw a

spirited Benjamin.

Unexpectedly, the replica of "me" is now standing next to him, dressed in a style similar to mine, the

shopkeepers repeatedly confirmed, none of them showed surprised look.

Benjamin saw me and Dennis at a glance, not only did not have the slightest surprise, but also walked

towards us with the woman beside him.

"Big brother and sister-in-law also like the dessert of this house."

The familiar tone of voice, unknowingly probably thought we were really a cordial and friendly family,

and this bizarre image is just a common encounter of twin sisters with their boyfriends.

Dennis and I did not answer the question, tacitly turned our attention to the other "I" beside him.

Benjamin noticed our strange appearance, lowered his eyes and gave a light laugh, let go of the

woman's shoulder, a gentleman made an introduction, "Why, do not know each other, you are old

acquaintances."

The woman who had not been very expressive, after Benjamin spoke, as if she had been given a get-

out-of-jail-free card, met my gaze, and her eyes sharpened a lot.

"Remember me, Mrs. George," the woman said with a leathery smile as she suddenly turned her

attention to Dennis.

There was something strange about the voice, like something stuck in my throat, as if replacing me

with this voice would be recognized in less than five minutes.

The moment they met, they opened fire on Dennis. Could it be another affair that he had shed without

thinking?

But facing Benjamin is not the time for interrogation yet. First of all, we have to unify our position in

order to scare off our opponents.

The woman outside the appropriate time to swear sovereignty, is also a way to defend the man.

Deliberately moved closer towards Dennis' side, I took his arm, took the air of a proper court, and said

without expression, "Sorry Miss, my husband can't remember any person of the opposite sex except

me, and those who are related by blood, so I'm afraid I'll have to let you down."

The woman sniffed sideways and stared at me for a moment before revealing a meaningful smile,

"Clara, you didn't used to be so protective."

This reaction made me momentarily overwhelmed, what is going on, know Dennis, and seem to be

familiar with me, but the top of my face, voice and no half-image, the brain crazy over the people I

know, but also did not match.

"Who the hell are you?" There was no way to pretend to be calm anymore, and his breathing was much

heavier.

Dennis gently patted my hand on his arm to comfort me without revealing any traces, and then calmly

took over the conversation, "That's because outsiders don't know enough about my Mrs. George,

Clara, she has always been this temperament, really offended, you will bear."

"Your wife is saber rattling at us, you instead want us to hold our breath, I'm afraid it doesn't make

sense." The woman's bite is very heavy, obviously by Dennis's attitude angry, expression management

is a little out of control, Benjamin left in her waist hand unmoving squeeze, she only hurried to collect

again.

"Don't take it personally, Jannings has been in a foreign country for a long time, she speaks straight,

but she doesn't mean any harm, I was planning to bring her to visit you, but I never thought I would

meet her here." Benjamin faked a peace offering.

Jannings, No. There is only one person I know with this word in their name, Jannings.

But she had died in that devastating explosion back then, hadn't she?

Bewildered, he looked at the woman across from him, not daring to identify her for a moment.

The clerk suddenly came over with the packed cake, "Mr. Vance, here's your cake."

Benjamin smiled and swept a glance, then looked at us, "Since big brother wants it, let them have it,

and I'll take the credit."

"Okay." The clerk nodded humbly and handed over the cake, "Sir, you take the cake."

"No need." Dennis didn't even raise his eyes, "It's not mine, no blessing."

"This ......" The clerk carried the cake and awkwardly did not know who to give the ground

Benjamin laughed lightly, "It's just a cake, no need to be so nervous, big brother."

Dennis was silent for two seconds, and the air seemed to stand still before he spoke again, "I've always

been like that, you don't know Clara, and likewise, you can't guess what I'll choose, not with the cake,

but with the rest."