Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 255

I was sitting in the crowded city, and the wind was a little cooler in City P. After a few bites of dessert, I couldn’t eat any more.

Looking at the rest of the many, I couldn’t help but feel some pity. After some hesitation, I got up to throw it in the trash.

“Mr. Gibson, your hotel is already booked.” Someone said not far away.

I threw the dessert into the trash can and looked sideways.

A man in a dark suit handed a file bag to a black Bentley on the side of the road.

They probably came out to take over the job. It was getting late. I should probably get back.

Just as I was about to take my eyes back, I suddenly saw the man in the back seat, with his cool and resolute features, familiar and strange.

It was Hank!

He… Was it him?

I froze for about two seconds before I ran to the car without reaching for my bag, which was sitting on my chair.

“Hank!” I said, and the man in the car seemed to hear it, and his handsome face stopped slightly.

He cast a cold glance in my direction, took the papers impassively, closed the door, and sped away.

I followed the car, Shouting, “Hank!”

But the car had no intention of stopping. It was at the traffic lights and I saw the black Bentley stop.

I was so happy that I rushed straight to it, but I was in such a hurry that I didn’t notice the car coming.

By the time I knew I’d been hit by a car, I was lying on the ground.

There was a small, scratchy ache in the knee and elbow.

“Miss, are you okay?” The driver who hit me got out and nervously helped me to my feet. He looked at me and said apologetically, “Sorry, I didn't mean to. I didn’t see you burst out of there.”

I shook my head, and before I could speak back, I looked up at the Bentley, which had gone past the traffic lights.

I was sure I was right. It was Hank.

But, wasn’t he…?

“Let me take you to the hospital, miss. I see you’re bleeding a lot. I don't know if it's serious.”

Said the driver, his face white. He must have been scared.

I froze for a moment, then saw my knees and elbows were bleeding.

The cut I got from Olivia was already healed, but I just got hit by the car and it started t bleed again.

The wound was a little big, so there was a lot of blood.

“Then thank you.” I couldn't drive myself right now.

…

In the hospital.

The doctor cleaned the wound for me, and the driver paid the medical fee. He still looked at me with a sorry face.

I couldn’t help feeling guilty when I saw him in a hurry and still taking care of me here, so I said, “It was my responsibility today, and I asked you to take me to the hospital, sorry. I’m all right now, and you can leave.”

He looked at my mangled knee and said, “I’m sorry that I hit you. Call your family, and when they get here, I’ll take responsibility.”

The man was honest, and I was ashamed to delay him. I said several times that I didn’t need him, but he insisted that he wait for my family to communicate with them.