Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 83 I’m Having Hotpot

He was holding a phone not far from me. “It’s really a pity that you didn’t become an actress. You are

even more photogenic than the stars.”

Knowing that he was taking photos of me, I didn’t bother to say anything and surveyed the roses on

both sides, “Are these flowers in full bloom in all seasons?”

He nodded, “Yeah. Roses are blossoming all year round. Newton Town’s climate is quite suitable to

grow plants as it’s located in the southern part of China.”

What a great view!

It was really pleasant to stroll around as the sun was setting.

“Why does it have to be Dennis?” He put the phone back in his pocket and turned to me seriously.

I paused and lightly answered, “It’s not like that.” It was just that he was my only crush since girlhood

and had never considered any other people as the year went by.

He then blocked me and said seriously, “You would leave him sooner or later, right?”

I cracked a smile and pushed him away, “Nobody can foretell the future.”

Would it matter even if I left him? I met him too early and he had been imprinted in my life. I wouldn’t be

able to forget him in my whole life and really can’t bring myself to fall in love with someone else.

Before we knew it, we had reached the end of the alley which was a quite bustling snack street which

was selling a variety of items and delicacies.

There were a lot of traditional Chinese clothing enthusiasts walking around which was pleasing to the

eye.

It was already dark when we arrived at our destination.

“You wouldn’t mind having roadside stands with me, right?” After finding a seat in the hot pot stand,

Luis supported his chin with his hand and asked.

“Will you change the place if I say I do mind?”

He stood up and said, “Let’s find another one.”

Pulling him back to seat, I handed him the menu, “I really don’t fancy spicy food. You can choose

whatever you want other than that.”

Seeing that I had already picked several veggies and meat, he sat beside me and smiled, “I just knew

that you are unlike other girls.”

I was amused and gazed at him, “How that we are different?”

He ordered the dishes and replied, “Many girls would find the street food cheap and messy.”

I glanced at him and said, “From where you can tell that I don’t think this cheap and messy?”

He got tongue-tied, “Really?”

“Is it important?” Sipping the water, I let out a smile, “It’s really two concepts to bring a girl to have

street food out of testing her or just sharing delicacies before you two have got to know each other.”

“If it’s the former, you wouldn’t deserve this affection that you have for each other regardless of the

girl’s reaction. If it’s the latter, you really need to reassure this memory as one really doesn’t have many

people to share this beauty with.”

He then looked at me, “What about you? Would you still like him if he loses everything one day? He

wouldn’t be a president.”

“There aren’t any ifs.” I stopped his words and went to reach the electricity switch as the waiter had

already served the soup.

Then my phone stared vibrating.

After turning the electricity on, I picked up the phone and heard quite a cold voice, “Clara!”

It was Dennis who was obviously out of the operation room.

“What?” I answered. Seeing that I was on the phone, Luis got up and went to fetch drinks.

“What are you doing?” Dennis sounded irritated.

“I’m having hot pot!” There was no need to hide anything, so I just told him the truth.

He sneered and continued, “What a great life! Your husband is in the hospital and you still have the

mood to eat hot pot. Clara, how wonderful!”

I curled my lips and answered, “What are you being so fuming for, president George? You’re quite all

right then and certainly wouldn’t die for now.”

He could even argue with me now, so he should be all right.

Luis took the drinks over and said, “You can have the hot pot all you want. These teas would prevent

you from suffering excessive internal heat.” This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

I gave him a thumbs-up.

“Who are you together now?” Dennis interrogated indifferently.

“Luis from the Jo Turner Credit company.” Seeing that the soup was boiling up, I said to the phone

impatiently, “Do you have any other things to say, president George? I would hang up if there is nothing

more.”

“Clara, I’m your husband! Shouldn’t you be taking care of me right now?” Dennis sounded pissed off.

I was restless, “Well, president George certainly is in great hand of Miss Pearson right now. It would be

quite troublesome for you if we get together and start a fight. Though you are quite strong, I don’t think

you would be able to break us apart even if you try in your current condition, so I’d better stay away

from you and give you the time to recover. Bye!”

After hanging up the phone, I muted the phone and started chatting with Luis.

Two hours later, Luis picked the tab and proposed, “Do you want to tour around?”

I shook my head, “Let’s just go home.” I was really not interested in shopping.

Luis didn’t know what to say and just drove me home as he didn’t drink wine.

Pulling over by the mansion, he stopped the car and said, “If you really leave Dennis one day, I would

take great care of you and the baby. I wouldn’t let you suffer any bit.”

I let out a smile, “I really appreciated that, but this day wouldn’t come. It’s late now. Go home and go to

bed early.”

He didn’t drive his car, so I had no choice but to let him have my car.

Entering the mansion, I notice Olivia standing in the lobby.

She was packing Dennis’ clothes in the lobby. Daisy must be busy and wasn’t around.

Eyes met, she was indifferent and just went on tidying up the clothes.

I took out my phone and saw several unanswered calls from Dennis.

I directly ignored them and called the police.

The call was picked up a few seconds later, “Hi, this is Newton Town HL Area police station. What can I

do for you?”

“Hi, I’m in the #78 mansion in quarter D of the landscape area. Someone just trespassed my home.

Can you send someone over to look into this?”

“Sure, we’ll be over in a minute.”

Olivia was taken aback, “Clara, what are you doing!”

Arms folded, I leaned against the door and said, “I called the police.”

Olivia clenched her fist and was livid with anger by this point, “This is Dennis’ house and the majority of

items are what I like. Clara, you are just hogging my place. How shameless are you!”