Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 959 - A Set Fate

Dennis has always cherished his parents' things, and there is no reason for this kind of mistake to

occur and for the maids not to clean up after them.

With curiosity squatting down, carefully pick open the broken glass, the frame will be picked up, this is

to see clearly, which put Dennis's parents' wedding photos.

The only people who have been here recently are Dennis and I. The only one who broke this frame, not

me, is Dennis.

But how?

In order to avenge them, Dennis did not dare to relax for a moment, wrapped in hatred day and night,

no day is really happy, this is one of the few photos they have left so far, but was discarded here.

When I was thinking about it, there was a sudden soft footstep behind me, not loud, but I heard it, and

the other side was getting a little closer.

There are too many people in the world who want to do me harm to be targeted as soon as I leave City

P, and that's in the George Residence.

When he calmed down, he slowly turned around with the picture frame.

The tall figure blocked my view, Dennis stared at me expressionlessly, his eyes like broken ice, and

with it the temperature of the whole room plummeted by a few degrees.

He looked at me as if he was looking at a predestined enemy, and for a moment I felt strangely afraid.

"Why are you there?"

I regretted having said that, Dennis is in and out of the George Residence most frequently, so it's not

surprising that I ran into him.

Instead, here I am, now in my bedroom at the Kennedy Residence in City Pthe, where I should be

staying.

Dennis didn't answer, lowering his eyes, looking even colder, and I realized that he was looking not at

me, but at the picture frame in my hand.

I handed over the frame as an afterthought, and Dennis froze for a few seconds before reaching out to

take it, without even looking at it, and tossing it onto a nearby shelf.

"You investigated me." Dennis' voice was faint and somewhat intimidating.

Lying in front of such a supremely intelligent person is tantamount to deceiving oneself and others.

"Yes." I looked him in the eye, not feeling the least bit out of place, "Since you won't tell me the truth, I'll

check it out myself, what's wrong with that?"

The furrow between Dennis' eyebrows wrinkled deeper, his eyebrows harboring thin anger, "I said, you

just take care of yourself now, I'll take care of the rest."

"Yes, I believe you can handle it, so this way I should do nothing and watch you risk your life alone?

Dennis, it's not your business alone, why should you take it all on?" After suppressing it for so long, it

finally broke out.

"Obviously, I said some time ago that I should be honest with each other, but what about you, why don't

you believe me until now? You have united everyone to create a truth that seems to be unbroken, but Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

do you really think I would be so stupid that I don't even know if I have been hurt? Or do you think that I

am really so selfish that I can accept all normal arrangements with peace of mind, knowing that you are

in a difficult situation?"

I really don't understand, everything is slowly getting better, but why the walls of his heart collapsed

instead.

Perhaps the night was too quiet and I could even hear myself echoing.

Dennis is like a mountain, standing motionless in front of me, the pair of dark eyes like ink, as if hiding

a dark world, the dark tide inside, and I can not participate at all, not even a little information from his

expression to peep.

He forged himself into an impregnable fortress, keeping me firmly outside.

We seem to be living in two different worlds, so less than half a meter away from each other, after a

long time, Dennis is like suddenly come to life, copy all walk to the locker, re-hold the picture frame in

your hand, look fascinated.

"If one day your faith suddenly collapsed, what would you do?" Dennis suddenly spoke, his tone mixed

with a hint of sadness.

I didn't know how to take this for a while, and stayed for a few seconds before trying to probe him, "Is it

related to your parents' death?"

Dennis directly ignored my words, "Tomorrow there is a charity sale at Sobeys auction house, the

philanthropist who had been involved with Edward before will appear, I have booked a ticket for you."

I was a little confused for a moment, "I didn't mean to ask that, I wanted to know what exactly you've

been up to lately, besides business, besides revenge? Have you really been up to nothing, as the

medical report I saw said above?"

Dennis is too smart, since he was able to follow me back and forth to Newton Town, he must have

deployed everything. Janice's friends are credible, but as they say, this is City P, Dennis's place, and

it's not difficult for him to move his hands and change the medical report.

Before to worry about Edward calculations, after to face Leonard and other people's difficulties, life has

been like walking on thin ice, I ask, did not expect to become so with the people I spend time with, even

which sentence is true, which sentence is false, can not be distinguished.

In the face of my questioning, Dennis acted very calmly, half a long time, his familiar voice only low

sound.

"I am merely fulfilling an established destiny."

He had his back to me, his head hanging low as he spoke, still looking at the photo in his hand.

The words fell, and Dennis took a deep breath before releasing his hand and leaving the frame on the

shelf.

His hand dropped down from his side, I subconsciously glanced at it with my afterimage, but violently

found that a smear of bright red was spreading from his slightly curled fist, blood coalescing on the

surface of his skin and smashing intermittently into the ground.

"Dennis!"

I rushed forward to grab his hand, lifting it and turning it over to see that the palm of the hand is a

bloody flesh, the whole heart followed the seizure.

He has just been holding the remaining glass fragments on the frame?

Dennis looked at the blinding bright red, but his eyes were vacant and seemed to feel no pain.

"Mark!" I shouted hysterically, defying my image, "Mark get the first aid kit!"

Bone, blood, hair and skin, long in the body, yet most of the time injured, the most pain is often not their

own.

My aggravation and suspicion of sadness could not be shown when I saw Dennis' hands covered with

bright red.

Expressionlessly bandaged for him, sitting face to face, but I did not dare to look him in the eye again.

I know too well the pain of being emotionally repressed and not released, if not the inner hurt to the

extreme, not to be childish, by hurting themselves, tearing the skin, feel the physical pain to vent.

Dennis the pain he endured must have been a deeper torment than the murder of his father.

The injury scared Mark, who stood guard outside with his underlings and refused to leave.

The room was so quiet that I could hear breathing, and I looked at Dennis' bandaged wound out of my

mind.