Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1010 You're jealous!

Jamie frowned, his eyes full of confusion, "Vinegar is not good, Jamie doesn't like it, and neither does

Daddy."

I smiled lightly, reached out and touched his shoulder, explaining, "People change, and in the future,

there will be more of this."

Dennis probably never dreamed of having to compete with the woman he brought home.

When I think of this, I feel a lot lighter.

Jamie was talking as he led me inside, improving rapidly with a larger vocabulary than the last time he

was at the mall when he portrayed things.

The maid waited in the inner hall early, and when she saw us enter, she took my suitcase from the

driver who followed us in, with a respectful attitude, "Miss Kennedy, your room is ready, please follow

me."

I gently pause my head, "Trouble."

When they went up to the second floor, the maid stopped at the door of one of the rooms and pushed

the door to give way voluntarily, "Please come inside."

I tentatively stretched my neck to take a look and was slightly surprised, "I live here?"

The maid nodded, "That's right, it's sir's order, you can call me if you need anything after that."

After saying that, he retreated.

That's when I led Jamie in.

The room is very large, is self-contained living room, the interior is modern low-luxury style, and the

George Residence son of the external decoration formed a strong visual contrast.

Joe turned around slightly and sat down on the sofa. Jamie stayed glued to me, inseparable.

I had previously found Jamie pleasing to look at, and in the future I will have to get along as a

stepmother, but I actually feel a little glad that this child is cute in any way.

Fondling his soft black hair, I couldn't help but reach out and give him a gentle hug.

Jamie opened his eyes curiously, thought for a while, and hugged me again, and when I did not resist,

he hugged my neck and put his face on it, refusing to let go.

I look helpless, such a small child, will take advantage of it?

I was about to push it away and heard his milky voice, and suddenly my heart softened.

"Auntie, can I stay with you all the time, Jamie misses his mommy so much, will you be my mommy."

The hand froze in mid-air, and suddenly there was a soreness in my heart.

What do children know? They just miss their mothers.

Gently put his hand down and patted Jamie on the back, whispering soothingly, "Auntie won't let you

find it in the future."

I looked up and found that Dennis had walked in at some point and was watching us intently.

I hurriedly sat up straight and pulled Jamie away with me, reminding, "Daddy's here."

"DICTATOR!" cried Jamie excitedly, and then smartly got off the couch and fluttered over to hug

Dennis's legs.

Dennis blushed darkly and said in a muffled voice, "Call Daddy."

Jamie gave a mischievous tongue, let go of his hand and stepped back to stand up straight, saying

good-naturedly, "Daddy."

"Mmm." Dennis whispered, picking Jamie up in his hands.

Jamie's half-sized head, in front of Dennis like a doll, the two leaned together, but the scene is

inexplicably warm.

Like earlier, Jamie was not afraid to hug Dennis's neck and rub it endlessly.

Dennis arched an eyebrow, "Sniff what?"

"There's no smell of vinegar." Jamie puffed out his fleshy face in bewilderment.

Dennis placed him on the couch with a rare tenderness, "What's that vinegar smell?"

I probably guessed Jamie's next line, and hurriedly opened my mouth to grab the words.

"You're jealous!"

"Jamie!"

Still not caught up.

Jamie finished and proudly took credit for it, "It was Auntie Clara who said that!"

Me, "......"

Dennis gave me an intriguing look, and I can imagine what was going on in his mind at that moment.

I can only lower my head, pretend to organize clothes, eyes back and forth in the house, but both

consciously and unconsciously avoid the eyes of this father and son.

A few moments later, Dennis' dark voice came over in a low, deep voice, "Call me mommy from now

on."

"Mommy?"

Jamie beamed slightly and grabbed Dennis' collar, actually starting to get serious, "Gonna pretend it's

Mom?"

This comment made me feel a little weak.

Children do not lie, the performance of the like again are good, in the blood to the relationship, or

divided very clearly, not that person, can never replace.

Jamie is only six years old, but finally he understands and has basic cognition.

He wanted me to stay because he knew that sooner or later someone would become Mrs. George, not

because he really wanted to recognize someone else as his mother. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

There is still a long way to go to get him to accept me for who I am and how close I am.

Gotta take your time.

After a short daze, I organized my mood, Susan pleasing so many years have not been able to replace

and recognize, I can not do overnight success.

I took the initiative to go forward and take Jamie from Dennis, "How about Auntie Clara cooks your

favorite dishes for little Ann tonight?"

"Good!" Children are children after all, as soon as the mention of food, just now the more real

immediately left behind.

After dinner, I went upstairs and took a hot shower.

When I was blow-drying my hair, I heard a text message alert on my phone and put down the hair dryer

to get ready to go out and reply.

I don't have many contacts, except for Folly and Hank, they must be looking for me for something

important.

However, just walked to the door, the afterglow swept, Dennis did not know when to enter the room,

this time is naked upper body, the lower half of the bath towel, is well in the living room bar tasting

wine.

He stared vacantly into the air, seemingly unaware that I had come out.

And my first reaction was actually - this age, this man even managed his body so well, that obvious

mermaid line, a little sexy ah ......

When I reacted, Dennis was already standing in front of me, his robust chest pushing straight into my

chest, his dark eyes scrutinizing me from above, "Have you seen enough?"

I was forced by him to tighten my neck, my body leaned back, my face rolled uncontrollably for a while,

unable to say the complete words, "I didn't ......"

Remembering something again, he straightened his back and justified, "Why are you in my room!?"

Dennis lowered his eyes, little emotion on his face, "This is my bedroom."

"No way." I immediately retorted, "Although it's my first time here, I remember clearly, go upstairs and

turn left first ......"

Halfway through the conversation, he suddenly sensed something was wrong.

Such a great location does seem to suit the head of the family.

"You ......" I looked up and pointed at Dennis in surprise, "You deliberately let someone lead me to this

room!?"

Dennis raised an eyebrow and didn't answer, sort of acquiescing.

I was so ashamed and annoyed that I hurriedly skipped him and fled to the side, saying to myself,

"Wait, something must have gone wrong."

Turning to look at his innocent face, I said in confusion, "I remember that I only agreed to pretend to be

your fiancée and get custody of your daughter for you, not really planning to marry you, right?"

Before returning to the Gibson Residence, I signed the contract by hand, thinking that both parties had

reached an agreement.

Dennis lowered his eyelids and curled his lips intriguingly, "What do you think?"