Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 32 His Story

I sneered regardless of his irritation, “So do you think Olivia behaves with manners? A lady like her who

actually hooks up with a married guy? Dennis, that’s the way you define what manners is?”

“Clara!” he suddenly tightened his grip on my hand. Veins could be seen on his forehead as he

stressed out every single word, “You should pray for the fact that I never hit lady.”

Gritting to stand the great pain on my wrist, I sneered still while looking at him, “Mr. George, thank you

for your gentleness! Could you please let go of me? Your grip on my wrist hurt the same just like you hit

me.”

The veins on his forehead began to twitch because of anger. But luckily, he shook off my hand and

huffed violently, “You have no right to judge her! Never!”

He turned around, looking chilling and repellent.

I had no right to judge her? My grievance and anger seemed to be about to explode because of that. I

walked over to grab his arm and smiled wryly, “Yes, I have no right to judge her because I could never

overtake her when it comes to hypocrisy. Nor have I been the same disgusting and scheming just like

both of you! You really disgust me.”

After that, I returned back to the restaurant while ignoring his angry face. Both Olivia and Marcus were

still on the same seats.

When Olivia saw me return, she wore a pretentious smile again, “Miss Kennedy…”

I cast a cold glimpse at her, lifted all the dishes on table and poured them all over on her head.

Before she could react, I snapped, “Olivia, I have no idea why you love to loot everything away from

others and set me up. Nor do I understand why you love to be pretentious and play the victim only to

get sympathy from others. Let me warn you, the retribution will soon come to you if you continue.”

“Since you love married guy, I will do as you wish. Honestly speaking, I do love Dennis before. But a

guy like him with a wandering eye really disgusts me. I felt like puking! So please stay with him a little Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

longer in case he disgusts me again!”

“Clara!” a furious voice sounded from the gate.

But I didn’t turn around to look at him. I didn’t care how horribly his anger was now burning. At lease I

felt at ease when compared with their hypocritical look.

After that, I turned around to stride out of the restaurant. However, when I passed by beside Dennis, he

grabbed my wrist hard. It rendered me irritated so I bit him.

I assumed he would let go of his grip out of pain. However, he carried me in his arms and stuffed me

into the car. Then he drove away.

The car galloped so fast that I felt like retching.

Luckily, it soon stopped. Before I could sigh a breath of relief, I was lifted up and he took me into the

villa.

Dennis was so pissed that he rushed into the bedroom.

“Dennis, let go of me! You disgusting beast!” I cursed out of panic.

He sneered and strangled me to chill me down. His horrible and violent gaze settled on me, “I am a

beast? You think that I like to play the field? And I have disgusted you?”

He strangled harder and his eyes seemed to zoom in. His voice sounded dreadful, “Clara, you do

surprise me!”

He strangled so hard that I felt like suffocated. I kept kicking him hard. I would never give in even

though I was gagged. I would rather fight till I ran out of my last breath than simply surrender.

Our eyes engaged in a battle.

After quite a while, I felt like being overwhelmed with sudden dizziness. Not until then did I realize that

he was going to strangle me to death!

Soon, he let go of my neck. As soon as he freed me, he bent over to gag my mouth with a kiss.

I couldn’t even nudge a bit while my chest kept heaving out of anger, “Dennis, that’s what you got? You

could do nothing but to bully ladies?”

He sneered and his eyes shone bloodthirsty aura.

I was rendered panic and looked into his cruel eyes. I stammered out of fear, “Dennis…you can’t do

that to me!”

With his hands supporting on both my sides, he settled a kiss on me.

I frowned out of pain and struggled, “Dennis, you will pay the price!”

He only paused for seconds and continued with hoarse voice, “Stay still. I will be gentle to you.”

You bastard!

My sanity collapsed all of a sudden. The sense of grievance piled up exploded instantly.

Tears streamed down my face out of control. It all started with sobs and then grew into blubber

regardless of his feelings.

He had to stop to comfort me with his deep voice. However, the more he talked, the louder I cried.

He failed to cease my tears no matter he coaxed or threatened loud. So he had to hug me tight to

comfort.

I could do nothing to stop my tears and so did he. He could only hug me and hear me cry.

After ages of crying, both my voice and tears had run out. So I returned to be quiet.

“That’s enough for you?” he asked with deep voice again.

I remained mute. My eyes hurt so much that I couldn’t make it wide open. I kept silent and ignored him.

“I sent my grandpa to the border of the southwest to meet his comrade. But we ran into a group of

outlaws on our way.” He suddenly uttered while hugging me. His voice was mixed with distress and

sadness that I had never seen from him before.

I remained silent still as I had no idea what he was going to tell me. Leaning in his hug, I heard him

continue, “The border had been in poverty and in great need for material supply. What’s worse, those

neighboring countries were still in a war. Those outlaws broke into the house of my grandpa’s comrade.

They threatened us that we should help them sneak into our country. It was an emergency. Those with

no passports were all excluded. My grandpa, as a soldier with pride to defend the country for decades,

would never attempt to break the rules. So he insisted that he would rather die than give in. As outlaws

as they had been, they decided to kill us when seeing the resolve of my grandpa. But then his comrade

sacrificed himself so as to protect both of us.”