Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 145 I'm Not Angry

"Mrs. George, do we need to say hello to Mr. George? He's talking with Miss Pearson now, and they NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

will finish after a while. We can go back together later!" Mr. Foster said and looked at me nervously.

His words were quite tactful.

I looked at him and said, "No need. Mr. George is coming."

Dennis stood beside the dining table and looked at me. He said, "You just discharge from the hospital.

Why don't you relax at home?"

I held my chin with my hands and looked in the direction of Olivia. I didn't know why she felt so angry.

Maybe she didn't want Dennis to see me.

"Aren't you afraid that she will be angry?" I looked at Dennis.

He frowned and felt angry, "Clara!"

I sat up straight, and felt annoyed, "You don't have to shout so loudly. I can hear you." Looking at the

dessert on the table, I had no any appetite.

It was a pity.

Looking at Mr. Foster, I said apologetically, "I'm sorry. I can't eat anymore. Can I pack it up?"

Mr. Foster looked at Dennis and then at me. He nodded and said, "All right!"

I asked the waiter to pack up.

I felt very annoyed to see Dennis standing beside me. I stood up and said to Mr. Foster, "I wait for you

downstairs!"

Mr. Foster felt awkward, and nodded.

I went downstairs. The weather was hot and dry, so I went out of the store and stood under a big tree.

Dennis also went out followed by Olivia.

She was about to cry.

"Why do you refuse my mother's proposal? She is right. Do you want to sacrifice your happiness for a

child?" Olivia said sadly.

Dennis ignored her and walked towards me. He looked at me and said, "Let's go!"

"If you're busy, you can go first. I wait for Mr. Foster!" I glanced at Olivia and said, "You can continue to

talk!"

"Clara!" He was a little annoyed. "Let's go back and talk."

I nodded at him seriously and said, "Yes, we can go home and lie down on the bed to talk about

something. We have plenty of time, so I let you say something here."

"Clara, you..." Olivia Pearson's face suddenly turned red. He looked at me and said, "You're

shameless!"

I was very depressed. "Miss Pearson, why am I so shameless? Dennis is my husband. If we have

something to say, we have to go back to our own home and have a good talk. What? Why are you

pretending? You're almost a mother. You don't know how many times you go in and out with others. Is it

necessary?"

For a moment, Olivia Pearson blushed and stared at me with embarrassment and impatience. "Clara,

you..."

"That's enough!" Dennis frowned and said happily, "I'll ask Toby to send you back."

After that, he pulled me away.

"Dennis, let go of me. Don't you see that Olivia Pearson is crying? Don't you care about women?"

Looking at Olivia Pearson's swollen eyes. I followed Dennis and walked away.

He suddenly stopped. Before I could stand still, I crashed into his arms. My nose hurt so much that I

couldn't help but gasp.

She raised her eyes and glared at him. "Can't you stop for a while?"

He sneered. "Didn't you say that? Don't I know how to cherish women?"

Haha!

"That's right. You only have the ability to sow seeds. You don't have anything else." I was angry and

said, "I accidentally met you today and disturbed your plan. It's my fault, but it's embarrassing for you to

take revenge in such a disgraceful way."

"Revenge?" He was so angry that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Clara, can you be

reasonable? Do you have to talk in such a mean way?"

"Otherwise?"

He shut up and pulled me directly to the villa.

Following behind him, I walked extremely slowly. He stopped and looked at me. "Do you need me to

carry you?"

I raised my eyebrows. "Okay!"

He looked at my bulging belly and picked me up.

After a few steps, he said, "I'm fat!"

What the fuck????

"Can I f*cking use the word fat?"

I glared at him and closed my eyes.

In fact, I'm not angry. I feel a little uncomfortable when I see him and Olivia Pearson together. After all,

I'm a woman.

She could have turned a blind eye to it, but a pregnant woman's emotions were difficult to control. If

she was not careful, she would become a shrew.

"Aha!" Dennis let out a strange sneer and I opened my eyes.

When I got to the villa, I saw a black Bentley parked outside the gate. After seeing it a few times, I was

already familiar with it.

However, Leo had only been hospitalized for a short while last time. Why was he here again?

Leo was beautiful, tall, and slender. He was rich and beautiful, which almost satisfied all the girls'

standards for choosing a boyfriend.

He was holding a large bouquet of roses and a gift box in his hand.

Fortunately, there were few people here. If they were placed at the company's entrance or shopping

mall, they would definitely attract the attention of a large number of girls.

I patted him on the arm, signaling him to put me down.

Dennis sneered and said, "He has nothing to do and is waiting for death. If the Kennedy family really

gives it to him, it will be over sooner or later."

I was a little speechless. Since when did this person talk so much? "Aren't your hands sore? Put me

down!"

"What are you doing here?" He glanced at me and looked at Leo coldly. "Are you going to come down

and talk to him?"

I...

For the first time, she felt that the air was so sour.

"I won't say anything or do anything. Wait for tomorrow's headline?" Looking at his gloomy face, I

continued, "The City P is not like Newton Town. You don't want to see reporters spreading the news

that you two big shots fought for a pregnant woman tomorrow, do you?"

He sneered and put me down. He looked coldly at Leo, who was holding a rose, and said lightly, "Do

you like this kind of way of asking for love?"

"I don't like it!" After a pause, I continued, "But many girls like it."

He pursed his lips in silence and crossed his arms, not wanting to interrupt me. I asked, "Aren't you

going to avoid it?"

"What are you avoiding?" His words left no room for retort.

It was up to him.

I walked over to Leo. He had been staring at me and Dennis for quite a while. He had been waiting with

the flowers in his arms. Knowing that I was approaching him, he handed me the flowers in his hand.

"Happy birthday to you in advance."

"Too early!" There was still half a month left. "Also, I never celebrate my birthday."

Looking at the flowers he handed over, I didn't frown. The flowers were too big for me to hold!