Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 220 Trap For Dennis

He was provoked and speechless. He put on a cold face and said, "Don't talk about the past. Just

wash. Call me when you finish!"

"No need!" I was also angry and said coldly, "I can do it myself!"

He sneered, "How can you do it? Jump out of the bathtub yourself? Are you going to fall down again

and cripple yourself?"

"You..." I was irritated. I suppressed my anger and said, "Get out!"

He had a long face and was in a bad mood.

Half an hour later.

After taking a shower, I looked at my swollen ankle in a daze. After a pause, I held the edge of the

bathtub and stood up.

I endured the pain and thought I could handle it myself.

There were bath towels, pajamas, moisturizer, and essential oil on the shelf beside the bathtub. I sat NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

beside the bathtub and used the moisturizer. The smell of essential oil was too strong, so I gave up.

When I was about to dry my hair with a bath towel, I touched the essential oil and broke the glass on

the ground.

I was stunned. Looking at the glass pieces at my feet, I couldn't help frowning. It was really hard for me

to squat down and pick them up.

After thinking for a while, I decided to squat down, so Dennis saw me picking up the pieces on the

ground in a strange posture when he came in.

"Clara, are you masochistic?" His voice was dark and cold. It could be seen that these words were from

his gritted teeth.

I looked up at him. I was naked now, so I hurriedly pulled the pajama and put it on, but accidentally

touched the moisturizer and it fell on the ground, too.

He looked at it and sneered, "Do you need me to bring all the glass cups here and let you smash

them?"

What a narrow-minded man.

"I didn't mean it!" I glanced at him and said, "Come and carry me out. I can't move."

There were pieces of glass on the ground. I would step on them if I walked myself.

Seeing that I finally gave in, he walked up to me and smiled. "You should be so obedient all the time."

He carried me up and took a bite on my lips. I glared at him. This man always liked to do such childish

things.

In the bedroom.

He put me on the bed, but he didn't get up.

He said in a low and sexy voice, "Don't you like to repay those who have helped you? I just carried you

out. How are you going to repay me?"

D*mn it...

Was that also a kind of help?

It was so easy!

"Dennis, I'm too tired. You can't do that!" He would take every opportunity.

He ignored my reluctance and his voice was full of desire. "I can't or you don't want?"

I didn't want to!

But definitely, I couldn't say it out.

After thinking for a while, I distanced myself from him and said seriously, "Dennis, I think you can buy a

sex doll so that you can do that at any time and anywhere."

He narrowed his eyes and pulled me against his chest. "How do you know that? You have used it

before?"

What...

"It's getting late. So it's time to go to bed!" I tried to avoid him and moved a little away from him.

He noticed my action. He suddenly sighed, "Clara, when will you treat me as your husband?"

I was stunned and didn't know how to answer him. I shrank and covered myself in the quilt.

He then held my ankle. I couldn't help frowning. I lifted the quilt and saw that he had put my ankle on

his leg. Then he gently gave it a massage.

It hurt, but I could endure. I had just sprained my ankle. It wouldn't take long for it to recover itself.

Seeing me looking at him, he frowned and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"I'm fine."

He suddenly pressed it so hard that I felt a little pain. The sprained part was a little swollen, so it hurt

when he pressed it.

I gasped and bit my lips to endure the pain.

He looked at me and asked me meaningfully, "Does it hurt?"

I pursed my lips and said, "It's so so. It will be fine in a few days. It's getting late. We should sleep!"

All of a sudden, his face turned sullen. He looked at me and said, "Clara, you are a fool. Yes, it hurts, or

no, it doesn't hurt. What do you mean by saying so so? Does it make you feel better to endure the pain

like this? I'm your husband.

Is it so hard to rely on me? Why do you have to live on your own like a widow? Is it funny?"

I was stunned and widened my eyes, unable to say anything.

Looking at his angry face, I finally said in a low voice, "It hurts!"

He glanced at me and looked better. He looked at me and said, "Don't pretend to be strong in front of

me again. You are my wife, not my warrior."

I pursed my lips. What a strange metaphor he was using. After a pause, I nodded, "Okay!"

I had mixed feelings now.

The sprained ankle was a little swollen. He tried to give it a massage, but I felt so painful that I gasped,

so he gave up.

He found plaster and applied it for me. Then he looked at me and said, "Don't go out tomorrow. Just

stay at home until it recovers."

I nodded and said, "Thank you, Dennis."

Life was short. I had never been looked after by anyone like this in my life. It was a strange feeling to

me, but it was good. He was also a good man, which I had known long ago.

His face changed again. He took the medicine box and frowned. "Why are you always so polite to me?"

I was stunned and realized that he had said before that there was no need to say thanks between a

couple.

After thinking for a while, I got close to him, touched his face, and kissed him on the forehead. "Dennis,

I'm not being polite. I just really want to tell you that I'm grateful for your kindness."

He looked at me and kissed me back. The kiss was so long that it didn't stop until I felt a little

breathless.

After a long time, he let go of me and said, "Well, if you really want to thank me, just stay at home these

days. Don't go out."

I wanted to agree with him, but the Gibson family just got into such big trouble, and the George Group

was now in a mess. It was not possible for me to just stay at home and do nothing.

I looked at him and said, "I can ask Daisy to take care of me when I go out. There won't be any

problems, as long as I don't get hurt again."

He pulled a long face and said coldly, "Who is the boss in this family? You or me?"

This man was always overbearing and domineering. He had destroyed the romantic atmosphere in an

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