Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 273

This was even more... Embarrassed!

I came out of the bathroom and Dennis was already dressed. Seeing me wrapped in a towel, he said, “The holiday starts tomorrow. Let’s go visit Yara and then we’ll go back to Newton Town.”

“No!” I said, “I've booked my flight for today.”

“Refund it!” His voice was frighteningly cold.

“You can come back tomorrow,” I said, subduing my emotions, “It’s a hassle to refund the ticket anyway.”

He looked at me and extended his long hand toward me. I frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“I’ll refund the ticket for you.” I…

“No!” I had no interest in fighting with him and turned around and went to the dressing room. Dennis was gone when I got out.

I packed, checked the time, and was ready to go downstairs with my suitcase.

At that time, I received the information of refund from the airline.

I froze for a second and realized it was Dennis.

The anger I had been holding back all morning flared up now. “Bang!” I smashed my phone.

I went downstairs and found him sitting at the table eating breakfast. Nanny Daisy was away, so he only baked a few slices of bread.

I slammed bread off the table at him and said angrily, “Dennis, are you doing this for fun?”

He frowned with a faint chill in his dark eyes. “Say it again?”

I yelled. “Why did you cancel my ticket without asking? Dennis, what do you think I am? Your toys? A robot at your disposal? Or your puppet?”

He pursed his lips and said nothing, but his black eyes looked at me without moving. It was a long time before he said, “Are you very angry?”

I gasped, suppressing my anger. “Not really. But please don’t touch my things without asking me next time. It’s okay if you don’t want a divorce. We’re just holding each other back, you know. But please respect me. That’s all I ask, please!”

I was being polite and distant and a little exhausted.

Instead of seeing his face, I went upstairs, rebooked my ticket and went downstairs with my suitcase.

He stood in the hall and looked at me with his cold black eyes as if he wanted to see through me.

I put my suitcase in the car, and luckily, he didn’t follow me out.

I drove out of the villa and was relieved that he hadn’t followed.

I picked up my ticket at the airport. It was still early, so I sat on a chair and read a book in the waiting room.

The girl who approached me suddenly to say hello startled me.

“Miss Kennedy, are you going back to Newton Town today, too?” She wore a fashionable coat with a knitted knee-length skirt underneath. With ankle boots, she looked stylish and elegant.

I looked at her delicate face and couldn’t remember who she was.

Seeing my confusion, she smiled and said, “Don't you remember me? We just met. I'm Jessica. You and Mr. Kennedy saved my life at the W Town.”

I was stunned, but I recalled her. “Are you from Newton Town, too?”