Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 150 All the Best

Yank loved it very much. After taking the porcelain, he said with a smile, "You two are so considerate!"

"Dennis has always been like this." Yara said with a big smile, "Now that he is going to be a father, he

looks more and more decent."

Dennis said with a faint smile, "I almost forgot when we set out. Fortunately, Clara kept it in mind."

I was stunned. I hadn't even known that he was going to bring a gift.

Yank put away the porcelain and handed it to Yara. "Keep it well!"

Then he looked at me and said, "You're a thoughtful girl. The baby is due soon, isn't it? Have you

contacted the hospital in advance? You should pay more attention to the labor!"

I nodded. "Yes, everything is ready. Dennis has prepared everything."

Yara smiled, "Don't worry too much. Both of them are very meticulous. There won't be any problems."

While we were talking, dinner was ready. After we sat down, Yara looked at Hank and said, "Hank, you

are old enough to get married. Have you found any girl who is suitable?"

The topic turned to Hank, and the atmosphere was a little cold. Hank replied indifferently, "No!"

Then there was no sound.

Yara was used to it, so she smiled, saying nothing. However, Yank snorted and said, "Which girl would

like a man like him? He's so frivolous, not like a father at all!"

"Aha!" Hank sneered and asked, "Are you like a father?"

Yank couldn't control his anger. "You unfilial son!"

"All right, all right, he just rattled it off. Why do you fuss?" Yara said, "Let's have a good meal. Don't

spoil it. Come on. Let's have a taste of the yellow wine of Merlin."

With that, she picked up her glass.

It had to be said that Yara was indeed an expert in trying to smooth things over. She could calm down

or easily stir up trouble.

I couldn't drink, so I simply picked up the tea and looked at Yank, saying, "Uncle Gibson, I propose a

toast to you with tea. Happy birthday and wish you all the best."

Yank laughed heartily, "All the best. Good, thank you!"

During the meal, some were happy and some were sad.

Yank was a little drunk, so Yara accompanied him upstairs to have a rest. Because we had to wait for a

while, Dennis and Hank played chess to kill time.

I had nothing to do. I had eaten too much, so I went to the yard for a walk.

Worried about me alone, Dennis asked a maid to accompany me.

Gibson's house was grand and luxurious, with a large courtyard, where there were a lot of exotic

flowers and plants. After walking for a while, I felt a little tired.

As I was about to sit in a pavilion to rest, the maid said, "Mrs. George, it's cold to sit on the stone here.

Why don't you rest in the yard over there? There's a sleeping mat over there. It's more comfortable to

lie down on the mat!"

I nodded and followed her to the pavilion. As she had said, I felt very comfortable leaning against the

summer mat.

But I didn't sleep well. The maid said, "You can feel free to sleep. Mr. George asked me to keep watch

on you. The insect repellent has been sprayed around the yard. You don't have to worry!"

I was stunned and nodded. "Thank you!"

Since the last time I was scared by a snake, I hadn't stayed in the yard alone. I had kept it to myself,

but I didn't expect that Dennis had also noticed it.

It might be because I was at ease and the temperature in the evening was very good that I slept very

well.

When I woke up, it was completely dark. The lights in the pavilion were dim. I opened my eyes in a

daze and saw a tall figure in front of me.

Thinking that it was Dennis, I tiredly buried my head in the pillow and complained, "Dennis, my waist is

sore and painful. This child is here to take revenge. I think he must be a boy, just like you, he must not

be gentle!"

After that, I closed my eyes. I felt a little uncomfortable in the belly. My arms and legs were sore too.

Hearing no answer from him, I continued, "Can you massage my legs? They are sore!"

"Okay!" He said and put his powerful fingers on my legs.

Then I realized that the voice was not Dennis'. I suddenly opened my eyes.

I saw Hank's handsome and cool face. I was shocked and quickly withdrew my legs to avoid his hands.

I said in shock. "Mr. Gibson, why are you... here?" After saying that, I regretted. This was his home.

Was it normal that he was here?

Seeing I withdraw my legs, he looked away and said in a very light voice, "To help digestion after

dinner!"

I nodded. I didn't have much to talk with him. I got up and was about to leave.

He found a place to sit down and said with some laziness, "You're deliberately avoiding me? Am I that

scary?"

I was stunned and shook my head. "No!"

He nodded and raised his eyebrows. "White has been sent away. It didn't mean to scare you."

After a while, I realized that White was the Tibetan Mastiff. I couldn't help but twitch the corners of my

mouth. It had clearly gray hair, but it was named White, a name that had nothing to do with it.

His brain circuit was really special.

"Well, I'm fine." After a while, I looked at his lonely face and said, "It doesn't have to be sent away."

There was no need to send it away as long as it was held properly and it did not hurt anybody.

He sneered and raised his eyebrows to look at me. "It's not up to me!"

I felt his angry in his words. I paused and said, "Sorry, I..."

"Why are you apologizing?" He frowned. "You and Yara are quite similar in some aspects. You know

how to show weakness and how to catch a man's weakness."

These words... didn't sound nice.

Feeling a little tired after having stood there for quite a long time, I leaned against a pillar. Frowning, I

looked at him and said, "You don't have to be so angry at me for White. I didn't expect what would

happen. What's more, I am indeed afraid of dogs. Whether it was unintentional or intentional, after all, it

scared me. You have already apologized and I haven't asked for anything. It's your business to deal

with it. Whether it's good or bad has nothing to do with me."

I was not angry. I just felt that it was unnecessary for him to be angry with me. After a pause, I said, "As

for the affair of your family, my aunt married Uncle Gibson legally. She didn't interfere in anyone's

marriage. You should know more about your parents' marriage than me."

When Yara married Yank, he had already divorced Gloria. This was something that both of them were

willing to do. In the end, because of Gloria's unwillingness, Yara was put into an embarrassing

situation.

The most terrible thing about human nature was that she couldn't bear to see her ex live a better life

than her.

"Haha!" He sneered and adjusted his sitting posture. He squinted at me and said with a smile, "It Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

sounds like you know a lot about the Gibsons."