Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1074 lost in not enough artifice

The location of the wound is not conspicuous, and if Dennis hadn't left only his swim trunks on today

and happened to walk such a long distance with his back to me, I probably would never have noticed.

Dennis would not intentionally reveal the injury to me, I found only one possibility, that is, the injury is

so long that even he has forgotten himself.

When I was lost in thought, Toby passed by with the maid who was packing, so I called out, "Assistant

Toby, wait a minute."

"Mrs. George," Toby said as he bent forward respectfully.

"Hmm." Whispered a response, his eyes still following the scar on Dennis' leg, asking, "What's going on Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

there on your husband's knee?"

Toby sniffed, looked up to follow my line of sight and forgot about it, silent for a moment, sunken eyes,

"I do not know it Mr. George."

"Don't know?" Toby has been with Dennis longer than I have, and he's taken care of his food, clothing,

housing, and transportation, so how could he not know?

I simply stopped walking forward, stopped where I was, and said with a sly threat, "Assistant Toby, do

you know that your ears twitch uncontrollably when you lie?"

Toby's face was stunned, his expression obviously froze for a moment before he opened his mouth

again with a pretence of composure, "I don't know, Mrs. George, I'm telling the truth, not everything

about Mr. Toby will be told."

"Yeah well ......" I held the corners of my mouth and smiled.

Lying about moving your ears is something I made up, but his subconscious hesitation has completely

betrayed himself.

It's just that Toby is a loyal, so tightly guarded mouth, only Dennis warned, the master and servant are

the same deadhead, determined that do not want to say, with a shovel can not pry the mouth.

The past has been put aside, so maybe it's not so hard to get Dennis to be honest.

"Okay, let's spare you, go in first."

As soon as Toby left, I went straight to my room and sat on the couch for a while before Dennis came

out of the bathroom.

Look up, the upper half of the body exposed, the lower half of the body wrapped in a bath towel

covered tightly, no surprise, the next step is to go to change clothes, from inside to outside, to wrap

themselves tightly.

Dennis noticed me looking at him and his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing an impish smile, "I now

have absolute reason to suspect that you are psyching me out."

Older couples, of course, know what his off-key expression means.

Sure enough, just after he finished speaking he lifted his feet and walked towards the checkroom.

"Don't be a stinker." I hastily dismissed his thoughts.

The lowered eyes thought for a while, it seems that indeed a long time have not seen Dennis change

clothes, and he is often early morning and late evening, plus we have been together for many years,

indeed few opportunities to be able to carefully observe each other's changes, it is not surprising that

so big gunshot wound I could not find.

Thinking of this, simply got up, followed, leaned on the door frame, eyes unafraid to look down.

It just so happens that Dennis had a leg in his pants and was about to get up when he glanced over his

shoulder and saw me coming, and looked slightly sideways before the action continued.

When I was young and frankly still difficult to see each other, to this age, it seems much calmer, I only

focus on the left leg popliteal scar, lightly pursed lips, not happy or angry.

Dennis is very smart, pants online a pull, follow my gaze down to look at his left leg, then know that I

have found his heart hidden in the secret of a long time.

It's not really hiding, it's just that I don't care enough about him.

I don't ask because I want to know if the honesty I promised to each other is now valid.

Dennis is like this scar, not deliberately hide, but always exist in the dark corner, habitually choose

silence, but now the shadow has receded, it is time to choose to reveal their hearts freely in the sun.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, but there is always the first time.

"That year you were kidnapped while pregnant with our first child, City P suddenly sent word that it had

found out the truth about my parents' accidental death, I rushed there myself and was indeed

ambushed, took a bullet in the leg, Samuel's men saved me though, but I was still in bed for two

months."

The tone is light, even self-deprecating, and relaxed, as if talking about an aside.

The memory of the events of that year is still a pain in the heart, in addition to the despair of losing a

child, I have been haunted by the blankness of the two months in a coma.

The darkest and most helpless moment in life, the outsiders are no longer the best care is in vain,

when I need Dennis most, he was absent, so much so that for a long time, even his name I do not want

to mention.

When Dennis was eager for revenge, knowing that it was a trap, he was willing to risk his life,

neglecting me and my children, naturally.

But we are finally hand in hand to the present, the past, should be with the faintly born sad, with the

wind passed away.

"Needless to say, for those two months, taking care of you, it was Olivia, right, so then, to repay the

favor of saving your life, you gave your body to the engagement?" I laughed lightly, making fun of him.

Dennis shrugged, incontestable, "Not exactly, the heart was not hard enough at first, Olivia cried and

hung herself, I owe it to Calvin, no way, and besides, it's only an engagement, there are plenty of

opportunities to backtrack."

"Hum ......" I snorted and grunted, grimacing, "It seems I lost back then in not being pretentious

enough."

"It's not too late to try." Dennis's eyes were slightly averted, with a gangly smile on his face that did not

reach the bottom of his eyes.

"Don't bother." I waved my hand and turned to walk back, "If Mr. George misses that kind of do-gooder,

feel free to go back to the old man, Olivia is happy to do it anyway."

The three words "Olivia" are not meant to be used, but they can't be controlled.

The good thing is that Dennis didn't take it any further and the matter was dropped.

When I returned to the living room, I found that Toby had come in at some point and, by the looks of it,

had been waiting for a while.

I looked at him, then back at the checkroom, and said faintly, "Heard everything?"

Toby scowled.

Boring gourd everything is good, the only bad is always bad in the inappropriate time to choose to shut

up, let people nest fire.

"Toby," I intertwined my arms in front of my chest and said seriously, "I don't care if you heard me or

not, anyway, you listen carefully, there is no difference between me and your boss, I hope you won't

hold back from me in the future as if you were guarding against outsiders, got it?"

I think it is not like nagging people, should not ask things will not break the sand pot to the end, but

Toby this cover-up feeling, I also have to be serious, to an attitude.

"Got it!" Toby blurted out, speaking with his nose in the air and his eyes looking up at the ceiling, not

even looking at me.

Always feel where strange, this guy, should not be playing with me in the dark, right, the mouth

promised than anyone is quick, but in private or only Dennis is the head?

"You--"

"Mr. George means what I mean."

Just as he was about to open his mouth to threaten, Dennis suddenly walked out, his casual clothes

swinging lazily, his hair loose, making his whole person look mild and harmless.

Seeing Toby did not respond, Dennis added, "In the future, Mrs. George wants to know, you need to

know everything and say everything."

With his words, I was full of energy and my chest was much higher.

Toby looked at Dennis, then back at me, then stood at attention and saluted, "Yes!"

The sound of kicking shoes and floor scared me to beat my chest to calm the mood, not yet reacted,

and listened to Toby word by word without emotion narrative up.

"The wound on Mr. leg was inflicted by Mr. Lewis, who, in order to satisfy his daughter's wish, shot Mr.

through the knee and threatened that if he did not agree to be engaged to Miss Pearson, the next bullet

would be in Mr. George's stomach ......"

"Shut up!"