Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 152 A Fishbone Stuck in the Throat

After all, after what happened between the companies, I had no chance to join the George Group

again.

"Cough..." When I was lost in thought, I took a bite of the fish and didn't notice to swallow the fishbone.

The fishbone was stuck in my throat. I couldn't open my mouth or cough.

Seeing this, Nanny Daisy quickly served me water and patted my back, "What should I do? How did

you get stuck?"

I swallowed a few times, my throat was stabbed with pain, and my tears were about to burst out.

Seeing this, Jenny quickly took the phone and called for help.

"What's wrong?" Dennis George strode in and frowned when he saw that they were in a mess.

Nanny Daisy held me up and looked at him, saying, "Clara was stuck by the fishbone."

He stepped forward and looked at me, "Open your mouth!"

I opened my mouth. He lifted my chin with my fingertips. After a careful look, he let go of his hand and

looked at Jenny, "Ask Mr. Foster to come over!"

Jenny nodded quickly and trotted out.

Dennis George looked at me and snorted, "Why are you in such a hurry to eat? Are you afraid that I will

come back and fight with you?"

I pursed my lips and looked at him with some grievance. My voice was a little hoarse. "My throat hurts!"

He touched the tip of his nose and said helplessly, "It's good that you know it hurts. You'll learn your

lesson next time." This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Not only did he not feel sorry for me, but he also scolded me like this. I couldn't help feeling wronged,

and my eyes turned red, "I didn't do it on purpose!"

Nanny Daisy sighed. She looked at Dennis George and said, "Sir, stop talking about her. She still

hurts!"

Dennis George raised his eyebrows and stopped talking.

Not long after, Mr. Foster arrived. He took out the fishbone from my throat and said with a smile,

"Fortunately, it's not deep. It's such a big fishbone. It'll be troublesome if it hurts your throat."

I felt a lingering fear. Looking at the fish soup in front of me, I lost my appetite for a while.

I pushed the fish soup aside quietly. Looking at my petty action, Dennis George smiled helplessly.

After seeing Mr. Foster off, he sat beside me and filled a bowl of fish soup for me, "Drink some fish

soup!"

"I'm not hungry!"

After that, I went upstairs and entered the study.

By the time Dennis George came in, it was already half an hour later. He was holding a cake in his

hand and was flipping through the book as he saw me sitting on the bench.

He walked up to me, put the cake to my mouth, and asked, "Are you angry?"

I pursed my lips and avoided the cake that he handed me. With a gloomy face, I ignored him.

It was rare for him to have such a good temper. He put the cake on the table and carried me off the

bench.

He took me to the chair and let me sit on his leg. He took out a file pocket from the drawer and handed

it to me, "Open it and have a look!"

I curled my lips and said affectedly, "I don't want to see it!"

He found it funny, "When did you become so childish?"

I rolled my eyes at him, took the file pocket, opened it, and was stunned.

I looked at him, "These things?"

"They're all for you!" He smiled faintly and said, "These bank cards are the income of the George

Group over the years. They are basically in the file pocket, and they are all my pure assets."

I was stunned and looked at the documents in the file pocket. They were all real estate and storefronts

contracts.

I could not help but ask, "Why are all in my name?" "I didn't seem to have purchased these."

He nodded and said, "These are all my properties in different places, and some of them are abroad. I

asked Toby to transfer the property to your name a few days ago."

"Why?" "Why do you give me these things for no reason?"

"To support the family!" He said with a smile.

I pursed my lips and returned everything to him, "I'm rich myself. Grandpa left me a lot of money and

I've saved a lot in the George Group over the years. There is barely anything I need to spend money

on. I don't want it!"

He had basically arranged food, clothing, and transportation for my daily life. I didn't have the habit of

shopping and I didn't have a strong desire for shopping, so I couldn't spend much money.

Seeing that I gave the file pocket beck to him, he frowned, "Don't you want to spend my money? Or

aren't you willing to spend my money?"

I was speechless. What was the difference between these two questions?

I looked at him and said, "Neither. I don't usually need money. Aren't you going to expand the market

now? You can use the money to do it. It's useless to keep it with me."

He frowned and was a little unhappy. As soon as he opened his mouth, his cell phone rang.

I got up from his body and heard him answer the phone. It was Mario Bennett.

"Hey, Mario, what's the matter?"

I didn't continue listening. I put the file pocket back into the drawer and went out of the study.

It didn't take long for Dennis George to leave in a hurry. Something must have happened.

Jenny and Nanny Daisy won't let me go out, so I can only make some pastries with them when I'm

bored.

When the doorbell rang, Nanny Daisy was busy serving the pastries. Jenny's hands were still full of

flour.

Only I was idle, so I moved to the hall and opened the door. When I saw Hank Gibson, I was a little

surprised.

"Why would he take the initiative to come to me?"

"Hello, Mr. Gibson!" I opened my mouth and smiled politely.

He raised his eyebrows, "Are you not going to let me in?"

"Of course not! Please come in!" I invited him into the hall.

Nanny Daisy and Jenny didn't know Hank Gibson, so they simply greeted him.

We sat opposite each other in the hall.

"What brings you here, Mr. Gibson?" I asked, puzzled.

He said nothing and just handed me the box in his hand, "Your phone fell into the pond last night. I took

off the phone card and changed another phone for you. The card has been put in."

Stunned, I suddenly remembered that he followed me last night to give me his phone.

As a result, I...

Thinking of this, I couldn't help blushing and said, "I'm sorry for what happened last night. I thought

you... I'm sorry!"

He raised his eyebrows, "Why?"

After a pause, he curled his lips, "You thought that I was about to come on to you?"

I quickly shook my head, "No, no." How could a handsome man like him be so abnormal that he was

interested in a pregnant woman like me?

I thought that he was hostile towards me and Dennis George because of Yara George, so...

Nanny Daisy finished making the pastries and looked at me. "Clara, I'll accompany you to the company

later and send some to Sir. If he knows that you made the pastries yourself, he'll be happy to eat them."

I smiled and didn't say much. I didn't make these pastries. I just helped as an assistant.

However, she just said that because she hoped that the relationship between Dennis George and me

was better.

I didn't say much.

Hank Gibson looked at Nanny Daisy and said, "Can I bring some back?"

I was stunned and opened my mouth for a moment.

He doesn't seem to be a person who likes to eat pastries. I had been to the Gibson family twice, and

the chefs of the Gibson family were all top talents. I have never seen him eat pastries there before,

why...

Nanny Daisy nodded in agreement and then went to pack up.

Stunned, I looked at Hank Gibson and said, "You like pastries too?"

He raised his eyebrows, "It's not bad for my body to eat a few occasionally!"

I...

"It seems so!"