Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 302: The Mysterious Man 14

“A friend I met on the plane, but you don’t know her. Don’t worry about it, okay? I will take good care of

myself.”

After a while of silence, Dennis said, “Okay, just don’t forget to text me when you go out and send me

the address later. I will pick you up tonight.”

I hummed, then hung up.

It didn’t take long before someone knocked on the hotel door. It was Toby.

When he saw me opening the door, with his usual cold face, he said, “Ma’am, Mr. George asked me to

bring these clothes to you.”

I nodded and took the clothes, “Thank you!”

Toby said “You're welcome.” and then left.

Entering back into the room, I changed my clothes.

Not long after, Jane Shaw called and said she was downstairs at the hotel.

I was ready and went downstairs. Then I saw a black Bentley parked in front of the hotel, I couldn't help Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

but be stunned.

The car window was rolled down, and in the driver's seat, the man with a pronounced and cold face

looked at me sideways.

The man looked familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. Were there really two completely different

people in the world that had the same-looking faces?

“Clara!” Jane Shaw, who was seated in the passenger seat, greeted me with her head tilted, “Get in the

car!”

I was stunned for a while, then returned to my senses and got into the car.

“Were you thinking about something important just now? I have been waving at you but you didn’t see

me at all.” Jane Shaw said, looking at the man in the driver's seat, “This is my fiancé, Hank Gibson. I

was on the way to meet you, and he happened to just finish his work, so we came here together. I hope

you don’t mind!”

I opened my mouth, but my mind hadn't come from the shock just now. I then shook my head slightly,

“No, not at all!”

Looking at the man’s gloomy and handsome profile, I was overwhelmed for a while and wanted to ask,

but with Jane being here, I couldn't ask anything.

We arrived at the restaurant.

Jane seemed to be in a very good mood, holding Hank's hand and said, “My Gibson, help us order. I

am sure I will love what you pick for us.”

Hank agreed. With a low voice, he looked up at me and raised his eyebrows, “What would Ms. Clara

like to have?”

“Anything would be nice!” I said, looking at the face in front of me, who I thought had disappeared in my

life forever, now appeared in front of me alive -

My feelings were beyond description.

During the meal, Jane was talkative, but Hank always responded simply. I wasn't in the mood to eat, so

I didn’t have much.

“Ms. Clara, would you like to have something else that’s more appetizing?” The man sitting across fram

me suddenly said. His voice was indifferent and distant.

I froze for a moment, raised my eyes, and shook my head, “No, I just grabbed something to eat at the

hotel just now, so I’m not that hungry.”

The man raised his eyebrows and said wantonly, “Is Ms. Clara intimidated by me?”

I was stunned for a moment and raised my eyes. Hank and I looked at each other, and I shook my

head, “No, not at all, Mr.Gibson...”

“Yes, I’ve noticed that too. Clara, it seems that your face hasn’t been very good since you met my

Gibson. What’s wrong?” Jane spoke, with a look of doubt.

The person who had supposedly been turned to ashes suddenly stood in front of you alive, wouldn't

you be intimidated?

Suppressing the emotions in my heart, I shook my head, “No, I’m just feeling a bit under the weather. I

am afraid I have to go now. Please enjoy the rest of your night.”

Saying so, I got up and prepared to leave.

But I was blocked by Hank Gibson. He was taller than me by one head, and his eyes were deep. He

looked at Jane gloomily and said, “Janey, you pay the bill first. I'll take Ms. Clara out now.”

Jane was stunned, but she nodded and went ahead to the cashier.

I pursed my lips, my face was not very good. I avoided Hank and walked straight out the door - He

followed behind me without saying a word.

Outside the restaurant, I raised my hand to take a cab. And Hank just stood by, still silent.

The phone in my pocket rang, and I answered it. It was Dennis. “Where are you, babe? Are you coming

back now? I'll come to pick you up.”

“Not yet..

. You don’t have to come to pick me up. I will go back by myself in a while.” I didn’t know how Dennis

would react if he saw

Hank Gibson alive in front of him again, so I had to lie about it now.

Dennis was silent for a while on the other end of the phone. He then said with a low and restrained

voice, “Okay, I will be waiting for you in our hotel room then.”

After hanging up the phone, I looked at the vehicles standing on the side of the road and had only one

thought in my mind: I had to hurry back to the hotel.

“It’s not convenient to grab a cab this time of day in Country M. Would you like for me to give you a

ride?” The man who had been silent behind me said. His voice was still indifferent and cold.

“No! Thank you!”

“Sure!” The man sneered. “You haven’t asked me any questions yet, it’s so not you, Clara.”

I pursed my lips, “Mr. Gibson, you know, deception is the most shameful thing among all.”

“Deception?” Hank sneered, “What did I deceive you?”

I didn’t reply a word. Finally, a cab came - I raised my hand at it, got in the car, and told the driver the

hotel’s address.

When Jane Shaw came out, my cab had gone far. She looked at Hank and frowned as if she was

complaining about something.

I didn’t want to ask about what happened after Hank’s car accident. If we parted separate ways, we

should just move on and build our own lives.

I was annoyed that he seemed to have kept all of us on the spot as idiots. Probably he was viewing this

farce as a spectator all the time.

I was finally back at the hotel.

When I entered the hotel, I saw Dennis standing in the lobby waiting for me at a glance.

He was wearing a black suit as always, brightly polished black leather shoes, with one hand in his

pocket, standing in the hotel lobby with a strong figure.

I was stunned and squatted on the spot for a while, with a little more complexity in my heart. About

Hank Gibson, should I tell him?

Dennis noticed me, and he strode with his long legs to walk up to me. I looked at his figure, and

suddenly two words came into my mind - The sun!

He walked up to me, and before I could speak, he took me into his arms.

I was stunned for a few seconds, put my hand around his waist, and pressed my cheek against his

chest. There was a faint scent of green grass and agarwood on the man’s body. I sniffed the scent on

his body and felt a lot calmer. I said in a low voice, “Hubby!”

The man froze for a moment, wrapped his arms around me, looked at my face, and said, “What

happened?”

I shook my head, “Nothing!”

There were a lot of people entering and leaving the hotel. From time to time, passersby stared at me.

Dennis hugged me for a

while, and he took me back to our hotel suite.

There were a few Chinese takeaways on the dining table in the room. After taking off my jacket, I

couldn’t help but look up at

him, “Have you not had dinner?”

He smiled, “I have been waiting for you to enjoy these with me.”

I was surprised, “But you know I have had dinner out at a restaurant.”

He said, “Mhm-hmm.” But then he brought me to the table and seated me down. He served me some

food, and said with a heart-warming voice, “But you don’t like the food there. So you would come home

hungry.”

Dennis was right - I didn’t enjoy the food at the restaurant that Jane had taken me to. I looked at

Dennis and said in surprise,

“But how did you find that out?”

The food on the table should have just been delivered a while before because it was still warm. He

served some of the food for me and took a bite himself, with a warm expression on his face, “You are

protected by bodyguards.”

I was taken aback for a moment. After the last accident, Dennis had arranged a few bodyguards for

my safety. I was aware of it, but I just forgot about it unconsciously.