Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 19
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Frowning slightly, Mario’s eyes were fixed on me, seeming to judge whether I said it sincerely.
Calm, I sat there and smiled, letting him scanning me.
A long while later, he uttered, “OK!”
“Thanks.” You didn’t have to say too much while talking with a clever man, he can read you from your look in the eyes.
The dishes were served. He glanced at me, saying meaningfully, “Have you been so sophisticated?”
I laughed, “I am flattered. I just do that to keep myself safe. Besides, I and Dennis are not a good match to each other, and the baby is not in time.”
With several bites, he seemed to be satisfied, “When are you going?”
I was stunned, raising to glance at him. He should guess what I will do next. I planned that I will leave this city after the divorce and the abortion, but I didn’t have made a choice where to go.
Dropping the chopsticks, I replied, “Perhaps two month later! But I haven’t decide where to go.”
“How about Hensley Town? It’s a good place to live in.” He advised. Laying down the chopsticks, he used tissues to wipe his mouth elegantly.
That’s a good idea. I nodded, “Yes, a good option.” Hensley Town was not as busy as Newton Town, but it’s a much ideal city where I can lead a slow and comfortable life.
After finishing the dinner, I found that he had paid the bill in advance. We walked out of the restaurant. I turned to him, “I owe you a meal. Please let me next time.”
He nodded, “Hope that we can have a meal in Hensley Town.”
With a pause, I smiled, having no idea what to say.
It’s getting late, and I had to go back. Walking to the car, he suddenly asked, “Is the operation scheduled?”
I turned around, nodding, “Tomorrow!”
Now that I had made up mind, the earlier, the better.
He nodded, staring at me, “Dennis knows it?”
“No!” I shook head, “I am not intended to tell him.”
He frowned, saying nothing.
He was in a daze beside his car. Starting the car, I said goodbye to him and drove back to the villa.
Ten minutes later, I pulled over the car outside the villa. In the car, I took out the Divorce Contract.
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