Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 987 - Familiar License Plate Number

Two large men standing opposite each other standing, the aisle for a time seems a little crowded, the

atmosphere is more saber-rattling.

"Larry, this is your girlfriend?" The woman who was traveling with Larry suddenly came over and

interjected, with a smile on her face, calling for a bad deal.

"No, just an old friend from before." Larry did not have the good grace to finish, and twisted his head to

warn the other side, "Stop it! Mom, I know what you are thinking, we have nothing to do with each

other!"

"It's okay? Then you are still so excited like those caught in bed?" The left mother smiled and played

riddles, eyes unconcerned towards me.

Look at this frame, the stick to beat the lovebirds estimated not less to do.

"Come on mom, don't add to the mess with this, go go go, I'll explain to you when I get back."

Larry was embarrassed by his mother's manipulation and had to tangle with pushing people back to the

original table to sit down, leaving a curt message, "Clara, remember to contact Folly when you get

back!"

Folly? I think it's a woman's name, do I know her?

I thought Larry would say something more, but it seems to be to allay my mother's fears, the man did

not look at our table again after the meal.

When they left, the left family was eating happily.

Just as he reached the underground garage, Hank suddenly stopped in his tracks and reached in his NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

pocket.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I think I forgot my car keys, I'll go up there, wait for me here for a while."

"Good." I didn't think much of it, thinking I was bored alone and ready to go together, "I'll go with you."

"No, I'll be right back." With a pat on my arm, Hank turned and trotted into the elevator.

I thought it would take at most five minutes, but Hank took nearly twenty. When he came back, I was

leaning against the car, my upper eyelids already fighting with my lower eyelids.

Although the body is almost recovered, but still take a lot of drugs every day, so it is easy to sleepy.

Hank picked up speed and gently reminded, "Go home and sleep again, sleeping in the car is bad for

your neck."

"Hmm." I nodded, forcing myself to pull myself together, and remembering what happened at the

restaurant, asked casually, "That Larry ...... Do I know him?"

"Maybe, what do you think?" Hank didn't even look at me for a second, focused on driving.

"You're not impressed with him?" I was a little surprised, thinking that Hank and Larry were so agitated

because they had a previous beef.

Hank laughed lightly, "First time I've met him, so I'm not sure if he's telling the truth, like you feel, we

were apart for a long time and have almost faded out of each other's social circles."

I've been thinking for a while that maybe my relationship with Hank is like those couples who get along,

that at least in the eyes of each other's friends, there's always a place for them, but more and more the

facts tell me that maybe that's not the case.

I just didn't expect that Hank would see through me so quickly, and I was a little vain, "You ...... saw it?"

"You're like a child now, and it's not hard to notice when you're paying a little attention." Hank lamented.

It was clearly for me, but Hank never looked at me.

From my direction, I could only see the side of his face, subdued and candid.

Seemingly sensing my gaze, Hank inclined his head and his gaze collided with mine, "If you're

touched, you have to say it, we missed it for so long because of lack of communication."

At that, I unconsciously raised my lips and reached out to rest my hand against the position of my

chest, "It feels stop warm here."

Hank narrowed his eyes, his narrow eyelashes meeting one above the other, and smiled darkly.

......

The following day.

When I went downstairs for breakfast in the morning, I found that Hank had left home early.

It wasn't until ten o'clock, when I was reading in the sun in the backyard, that he appeared with his

briefcase, and without saying anything, pulled out the chair next to him and started working.

The maid came over with a plate of cut fruit, and Hank's cell phone happened to ring at that moment,

so he took it to the promenade not far away to make a call, glancing at me from time to time.

"Miss Kennedy," the maid said suddenly, pointing to the milk in front of me, "it will get cold if you don't

drink it."

Hank's family was good to me, and I didn't think much of it, so I picked up the glass and drank it all.

When I lowered my head to put the cup, I suddenly found a note placed in the place where I originally

put the cup, and when I looked up at the maid, I found that he was giving me a desperate wink.

I immediately understood, rushed to pick up the note and put it in my jacket pocket.

After putting it away, I subconsciously glanced at Hank.

Hank happened to come this way, "I have something on my face?"

"No." I finished responding calmly, calmly got up and stretched, yawning while saying, "I'm a little

sleepy, I'll go to my room and lie down for a while."

I don't know what kind of people pass messages through the servants, much less the contents inside,

but it's not good to open it in front of Hank, for fear that he will see the anomaly, so I have to take one

step at a time very slowly.

Finally into the bedroom, the bathroom door unlocked, I then pulled out the note, open a open, and

frowned strangely.

The note neither identified itself nor pulled too much to seek my trust, a simple phrase that breathed a

slow confidence.

"Tonight at 9:00, Kimdock 608."

The writing is very timeless and makes people subconsciously think it is worth a try.

Kimdock the place, very familiar feeling.

After reading it twice in silence and making sure it was written down, he rushed to shred the note and

rushed away.

When he walked past, he bumped into Hank who walked in. He had no expression on his face,

perhaps because of his weakness, he was breathing heavily.

"You have absolute privacy in this house, not enough to go to the bathroom and lock the door." Hank

should have heard the sound of the lock being unlocked earlier.

"It's probably a habit that's been around before." I said casually.

Hank's eyes flickered slightly, I don't know what came to mind, I actually didn't doubt it, "It could be, just

be happy, I just don't want you to feel so insecure."

"No," I tugged awkwardly at the corners of my mouth and stretched out my hands in a pretentious

manner, "It's comfortable to stay here, you're taking good care of me aren't you?"

Hank, in a rare instance, did not answer, but simply gave an intriguingly light smile.

Inexplicably, a suspicion arose in my heart that he did not seem to have complete trust in me either.

......

After dinner, I went to my room early and turned off the lights and pretended to sleep.

Hank's routine was basically in sync with mine during this time, so an hour later, the lights went out in

his room as well.

The maid who handed me the note in the morning seemed to have expected me to show up for my

appointment, and when she came downstairs she was already waiting for me at the door leading to the

backyard.

"Miss Kennedy, this way."

All decided to go, I naturally do not doubt him, quietly padding with her in the direction of the back door.

Just out of the door, the roadside will light up blinding headlights, afraid that I do not know, but also

deliberately hit the double flash, indicating that I get into the car.

Trying to walk up and see the license plate number, actually gave birth to a very familiar feeling.

This completely dispelled my fears, and fearing being stopped by Hank, I deliberately quickened my

pace.