Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1001 Not so scary anymore

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What do you mean by recognizing it, but not wanting to recognize it?

Who knows how to take care of a child better than a biological mother?

Folly's expression was a little heavier, "It's too complicated to say for a while, wait for me to go back

and investigate."

She can not be sure, I naturally can not say anything more, "Well."

After thinking about it, I asked again, "What was that death obituary Dennis was talking about? What

exactly was I before?"

The feeling just now can not be wrong, rather than Dennis does not believe that his wife is still alive, he

does not want to admit that there is a wife.

After saying that I am a little confused, tangled look at Folly, "in fact there is no possibility that you are

mistaken, you have also read, maybe I and Dennis's ex-wife Clara, just the same sound and different

words, and happen to look like it."

With my eyebrows knitted together, I couldn't tell if I couldn't tell the truth or if I refused to accept the

fact that I had been pronounced dead.

The people who are so eager to erase the traces of their existence are no different from those who

have been abandoned by the world, and it seems that even a lifetime of living in a muddle is not so

terrible than becoming an existence that is forgotten and abandoned.

Folly opened her mouth to say something, but I didn't have the courage to listen and raised my hand

between us, "Forget it, don't say anything, I'm a bit tired, take me back first."

I was not in the right mood, and naturally Folly could not force me to face it, so she had to send me

back first.

The car passed through the high-tech district, I suddenly wanted to go talk to Hank, so I let Folly find a

random place to drop me off.

The Gibson Group is not difficult to find, a five-minute taxi ride will get you there, once you enter the

lobby, the receptionist is very eager to entertain, "Hello Miss, I wonder if you have an appointment?"

"No, but I'd like to meet Hank, I'm his ...... friend." I finished and subconsciously glanced in the direction

of the office area.

I haven't been to Hank's company since I sobered up, and it's filled with scantily clad, high tech people,

each doing their own job and fighting for time.

When the receptionist heard this, he began to be gloomy, "Mr. Gibson has a lot of friends, he doesn't

meet everyone, register first, I'll call you back when there is news."

So it seems that Hank's business is also doing well, and one side is hard to find.

"No, let him be busy." Originally, it was just a whim, since Hank had a lot of things to do, it was just as

well to talk at another time.

The receptionist lady winks and puts back the visitor registration form, her tone is not shady, "You take

your time."

Just turned around, the elevator dinged, the door opened, Hank and several men came out, look at the

temperament, one of the slightly older should be a customer.

Probably about to talk business.

Hank saw me at first glance, a moment of hesitation flashed under his eyes, and quickly inclined his

head and instructed his assistant to take the client to the conference room first, and then lifted his feet

towards me, "Why didn't you notify me in advance so I could have someone pick you up?"

The receptionist probably didn't expect me and Hank to be that close, and her whole face darkened.

Before I could say anything, Hank was already dragging me by the waist and leading me inside, "Go to

my office."

The sudden closeness made me shiver uncontrollably, and as soon as the door closed, I immediately

stood to the side and pulled away from each other.

Hank seems to be used to it, and did not pursue it, calmly took a glass of water and handed it to me.

I took a small sip and explained sheepishly, "I ...... It's not a big deal, I happened to be passing by and

thought I'd come up and take a look."

Hank pulled right out of the conversation, "Why did you remember to go out today?"

"Went out to meet a friend." I subconsciously had reservations.

Probably because there were not many familiar faces, Hank immediately guessed, "Is it Miss Lewis?"

"Hmm." There's no point in hiding that.

Just after finishing, the atmosphere is a little awkward, I hold the cup, fingers constantly rubbing the

edge of the cup wall, do not know whether to put the heart of the doubts to spill.

Hank's attention was on me the whole time, laid back, as if he had already seen me through.

After a few moments, Hank turned around and sat down at his desk, asking casually, "Just talking and

nothing else? You didn't run into the paparazzi again, did you?"

The previous incident with Folly was mobbed by paparazzi at the mall, and I mentioned it to Hank

during a casual conversation.

My mind was not here, Hank opened the box, so I could not help myself, "Hank, you ...... You've been

dealing with Mr. George for a long time, right?"

Hank blushed and said faintly, "Who blew a whistle on you?"

Hank's question was so direct that I was a bit overwhelmed.

He didn't look faint-hearted at all.

This makes me a little embarrassed, for just a few days of acquaintance, running to question the man

who never abandoned me for six years, too wolf heart and dog lungs some.

Hank saw me hesitate and got serious with his attitude, "Is it Folly?"

I pursed my lips, "Folly is also hoping I can get my memory back soon."

Hank didn't seem surprised at all, and instead of asking about the specifics of our conversation, he

asked lightly, "Do you think she's telling the truth?"

"She has no need to lie." In my heart of hearts, I still trust Folly.

"That's good." Hank smiled gently, "As long as you believe she's not lying to you, then no."

Hank said that, which confused me even more.

In this way, Hank gives me the feeling that it is not like an unmarried couple, or even like they have

been in love, but more like a confidant, not too much to take into account, not to mention jealous.

Even if they live together, their lives are completely separate, without any transgression of ambiguity.

This thought had been pent up in my mind for too long and this time, I had to ask, "Am I really your

fiancée?"

After hearing this, Hank suddenly changed his face and hung back uncharacteristically, "What do you

think?"

I shook my head, "I don't know."

Hank suddenly laughed lowly, then he naturally took out his phone and said without thinking, "It's

getting late, do you want to wait for me to go back together, or should I have someone send you now?"

Such a straightforward diversion is not obvious to a fool.

But I always felt that his words just now, hiding another meaning.

Hank was the first person I saw when I opened my eyes, and rightfully became the person I knew best.

But at this moment, I suddenly feel as if I can't see through him at all.

Hank seemed to feel a look at me, a broad palm gently patted on my arm, or a modest tone, "do not

push yourself too hard, the road before the road will naturally open, take your time."

I ghostly responded, "I know, it's not long before closing time anyway, I'll wait for you."

It's too early to go back just a person's thoughts, rather than take this opportunity to observe Hank's

usual appearance, the

Hank instructed his secretary to prepare an afternoon tea and went to the adjacent conference room for

a meeting.

The entire office is open style, separated by a glass wall, and from my position, I was able to see the

conference room very clearly.