Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 116 Occasional Tantrum

I had stayed in the villa recently. He was so strict to me that I barely had cool drinks which I desperately

wanted deep in my heart.

“Here is working the air-conditioner, and I’ve ordered juice for you. You’ll feel comfortable after finishing

it!”he said, beckoning the waiter to reset a lower temperature of the air-conditioner.

Holding my chin in my hands with elbow on the desk I gave a glare at him and said out of sulk, “No, I

don’t want it anymore, and I’d like to leave!”

However, I was held back to the chair by him who said, “Toby will drive you home after the meal.”

I was speechless. Without any strength, I bent over on the table like a child , staring at him, and said

with a grievance, “Dennis, I’m just like your pet, aren’t I?”

Picking his eyebrows, he pushed the juice to me. “Who wants to have such a disobedient pet?”said he,

a glimmer of smile in his eyes.

Looking out through the window at those sparse pedestrians, I stayed in silence, thinking that it’s fine if

I could spend rest of my life with him and our children just by having daily simple diet all year round

which might be sometimes intruded with quarrel but be filled with happiness most of times.

And I should not mind so much things as before.

Having the meal, I felt I was treated like a pig, since Dennis made me eat a lot. I would have been

probably to vomit because of massive food, if he had not had a call.

It should be from the company. Hanging up, he asked me, “Is there anything else you want?”

I just shook my head, touching my uncomfortable stomach with too much stuff, “I will throw up if I have

more.”

“Toby’s going to drive you back later, while I have to hold a meeting in the company. You should go

home for a rest, and don’t hang out.” he smiled.

I leaned back in the chair and nodded, suggesting him leaving for his business.

I was just walked out the restaurant when Toby arrived. In the car,he was waiting for me, so I said,

“Toby, you can leave now, because I ate so much that I shall take a walk.”

There had to be too much business that should be dealt with in the company.

Toby thought it over, then nodded. “Be careful.” he got used to talk little.

I actually relaxed after Toby left. It’s pretty far from the villa, hence I was going to drive back. At last,

however, I decided to take a walk.

I just roamed along the street that was the commercial strip in the downtown, along which standing

various luxury flagship stores. Given that all the suits Dennis had were black, I came into a men’s shop.

“Good afternoon, madam. Can I help you?” the sailor was very hospitable.

Nodding my head, I picked out the suits and chose two, one in gray and the other in royal-blue. For the

valuable brand, they were designed in fabulous cloth, though they could not be compared with those

were tailor-made.

Because I was going to buy two, the sailor was surprised and tried to confirm, “Are you sure of two,

madam?”

I nodded. But it occurred to me that I didn’t know George’s size, so I took out my mobile-phone to call

him. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

It took a while until it was picked!

“Hello,” it was a girl, but not Dennis.

After a pause, I said with estrangement, “This is Clara Kennedy. Is Dennis available?”

“Hello, Ms Kennedy. This is Nova Pearson. Mr. George is having a meeting, and I can take the

message for you.”

I was displeased for Dennis had never allowed others to touch his mobile-phone. Even if he was in a

meeting, setting it in silent mode, he would take it along. How come...

“Nothing. Tell him to call me back when the meeting is finished!” I hanged up.

The sailor looked at me, said trembly, “madam, what size would you like to have?”

“He’s 1.85 meters tall, and weighted 75kg. Please help me make the size!” said I. All the suits of

George were made by the tailor who measured the specific sizes of his shoulders and waistline.

It is impossible for me to remember those numbers for the moment, hence I just give some rough ones.

I paid and was to leave after the sailor had packed the clothes.

A couple, hand in hand, came in. The woman seemed familiar, subconsciously did I have a glance at

her.

It was Jackie Wells!

I had never had thought that I would have seen her again since she left the George Group. How

surprised I was.

She froze for a moment while seeing me, expressed complicatedly, “What a coincidence to see you,

Ms Kennedy! Are you shopping, too?”

She stared at the bags in my hand as she was talking.

I nodded and smiled, “I just hang around. How have you been?”

I was Steven Pearson that accompanied her.

I thought I had greeted with my smile.

Based on her rosy complexion, it looked like that she had a well life since she left the George Group.

“Well, I am about to get married!” she stopped and continued in a little embarrassment, “I’ve heard you

were fired because of the audit between HY Technology and the George Group. I am sorry for that, and

I had not expected that the situation would have gone in that way!”

I did not consider it as serious, so I just smiled, “It doesn’t matter. At last, I shall leave the company,

because I have to nourish the fetus at home.”

It was no longer necessary to find out what the roles she and Steven had played. What I should do was

to move forward.

Noticing my salient pregnant belly, she exclaimed, “It’s so obvious! How old is it? Is there anyone

coming with you?”

I shook my head, chatted a little bit, and left.

She and Steven had their own business here, customizing their clothes. And I was tired with pains in

the back for standing long.

Outside the shop, I sat for a rest in the lounge located opposite the street, watched the time, it close to

rush hour.

Therefore, I thought I could wait for George to go home together.

I ordered a cup of milk-tea and sat there as my mind roamed.

Wells and Pearson did not come out the shop until one hour later. But I did not go for greeting, after all,

we were not close friends.

Holding hands, they were chatting and laughing, which seemed to demonstrate the intimate

relationship between them.

Wells left first after one call.

Pearson stood there for a moment until pulled up a black Maserati that was so dazzling that I

subliminally took a good look at who was driving.

The emotional strain popped up rather abruptly when I observed that the driver, middle aged and

slightly fat, was awfully acquainted to me.

I just thought about the man who took me at the garage.

I went to them out of instinct. However, Pearson got into the car, greeted the man and drove away,

before I reached them.

I had a taxi to follow them.

“Madam, you are a pregnant stalker, is your husband in the front car?” said the taxi driver.

Answering carelessly, I stared at that car, reminding him not to lost the track.

The black Maserati went into a villa area in the north of the city. And the taxi had to stop, “This is J

Villas that only allows private cars in, taxi is not permitted.” said the driver who was looking at me.

I paid and got out.

I walked to the doorkeeper; tried to inquiry about some information, but unfortunately, failed.

On second thoughts, I called Mrs. Pearson. It was immediately picked up when getting through. “Hello,

Mrs. George!”

“Hi, Mrs. Pearson. I am sorry to bother you. May I ask you something?”