Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 267 One Wrong Step and all Would be Lost 5

Chapter 267 One Wrong Step and all Would be Lost 5.

| had too much to do today, so | went straight to my study and turned on the news. As expected, Luna's

videos, which were unveiled at the hotel

tonight, have mostly leaked out.

But what surprised me was that when the Lewis family had the power to suppress it, as Marcus said,

they didn't seem to step in.

Luna herself didn’t make a move, as if she was trying to spare me.

| wanted to call Alex, but it was late, so | gave up.

| sat in the study for a while, and when | got back to the bedroom, Dennis still hadn’t come out of the

bathroom.

Dennis always took quick showers and usually came out in about 10 minutes. I's been sitting in the

study for a while. He should be out by now.

| was worried that something might happen to him, so | walked up to the bathroom door, raised my Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

hand and knocked on the door. “Dennis, are you

there?” said |.

No one answered!

Afraid that something might happen to him, | raised my hand and turned the knob. | thought he'd lock it,

but | wrenched it.

| pushed the door open. There was a hot, humid mist inside, and | said, “Dennis...”

Before | could finish, his abs popped up, and | unconsciously looked up.

He withdrew his hand, as if he had just come to open the door.

| froze and said awkwardly, “Are you done?”

He said yes. Probably because he had just come out of the bath, he looked very handsome, and his

hair was a little damp.

| staggered, and he came out of the bathroom, his lower body wrapped in a towel, moving briskly to

wipe moisture from his hair.

How could he be so... cool when he was sick?

Good for him. Today, my makeup was 4 little heavy, so | went directly to the bathroom to remove it and

wash my face and take a shower.

There was a washing machine in the bathroom and | threw my clothes in.

Dennis's suit was couture. It had to be sent to the cleaners.

| saw the blue thing in the laundry basket. It was his new shorts.

| picked it up and cleaned it on the sink. He did most of his own laundry on weekdays.

The rest was mostly sent out to the laundry, and occasionally he would throw some in the washing

machine.

I’d been married to him for three years, and I'd barely done any laundry for him. Came to think of it, he

always seemed to put

me first, except for Olivia.

I was in a Zone when he opened the bathroom door. His handsome face dulled for a moment at the

sight of the blue object in

my hand, and then he said nonchalantly, “You’re going to break it!”

I froze for a moment, subconsciously looked down and saw that it was fine. My cheeks burned. “I need

to wash mine anyway.”

He pursed his lips and his dark eyes were metaphorical, but he said nothing. He went into the

bathroom and took the watch he

had just removed from the cupboard.

Then he glanced briefly at the clothes in my hands, pursed his lips, and went out!

I...

Why did I always find this so awkward when we were married?

When I came out of the bathroom, Mario was already there. Dennis sat down in a chair and asked him

to check him out.

Mario was involved in Chinese medicine and Western medicine, so he liked to use both methods in his

treatment.

When I came out of the bathroom, he withdrew his hand, took some medicine out of the medicine

cabinet, and said, “Take your medicine if you don't want to die. She’s back. Don’t screw yourself up.”

Dennis’s icy stare smothered the rest of his words.

Mario laughed, packed his medicine kit and prepared to leave. I followed him downstairs.

I had words in my mind, I didn’t know how to tell him.

He came to the door and saw me following him. He looked back at me and raised his eyebrows.

“Do you have anything else to say to me?”

I nodded and took a breath. “Dr. Bennett, can we talk?”

He frowned, checked his watch on his wrist and raised his eyebrows. “Are you sure you want to talk to

me at this hour?”

Eleven o’clock at night, not too late.

I nodded and said, “It won’t take long, just a few words.”

He walked back to the living room, sat down, put down his medicine cabinet, and looked at me. “Okay!”

I sat across from him, poured him a glass of water and said, “Dr. Bennett, have you seen Diana lately?”

He raised his eyebrows, eyes on me, deep and distant, frowning. “No, why?”

I said, feeling very sad. “She’s gone!”

My hand shook a little as I said this, but I looked at him carefully and saw his hand shaking slightly as

he held the glass of water.

Then he looked at me with a tight lip and said, “What do you mean by gone?”

“She’s dead!” I wanted to cry, so I unconsciously lowered my head to push back the tears in my eyes.

With a very light movement, he put the glass on the table, narrowed his eyes, and lowered his voice.

“How?”

“A car accident. She died with the baby.” I lied. I didn’t want to tell him about the baby. Since it was

what Diana wanted, I would keep it a secret!

He pressed his lips together, his eyes darkening. “With the baby?”

I nodded. “She was pregnant.”

He stared at me with extraordinarily deep eyes.

“Was the baby mine?”

“Yes!”

He paused, and there was a long silence. I shivered unconsciously as the air filled with cold.

After a long time, he looked at me without expression. Then he stood up, looked at me grimly, and said,

“Is that what you wanted to talk about?”

I was stunned and nodded, “Yes.”

“I got it.” He got up and left the villa with his medicine kit.

I was stuck in the living room, so Diana was just a forgotten visitor to him?

Nanny Daisy came in with a bag full of things, and when she saw me standing in the hall and saying

nothing, she said curiously,

“What's wrong with Dr. Bennett? How could a guy that tall, who came in fine, go out looking like he’s

lost his soul? What’s going on?”

“Lost his soul?” I looked at Nanny Daisy and asked.

She nodded and said strangely, “Yes, I just came in to say hello to him and he didn’t respond and

almost bumped into me ina daze.”

I looked down, feeling less bad. Did that mean Diana wasn’t so expendable to Mario?

Having calmed my pain, I turned and went upstairs to my bedroom.

Seeing Dennis changed into a suit and his hair was neatly combed, I froze for a moment, “Are you

going out?”

He gave me a dull look and said, with the utmost coldness in his face, “Why should you care?”

Speechless, I shook my head and said, “No, it’s late now, and it’s snowing outside, and you’re sick. It’s

not a good time for you to go out.”

He sneered and said sarcastically, “So?”

I pressed my lips together and couldn’t say anything.

Fine!

Soon there was the sound of an engine starting up in the yard.

Standing in my bedroom, I pursed my lips and sighed. It was like no matter what I did, I ended up

wrong.