Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 287

I hurriedly shook my head. The New Year’s Eve dinner was the most annoying thing - I quickly took the car key and got going.

It was not far from T Villas to the airport, which was only a forty-minute drive. Probably because it was New Year’s Eve, the traffic was much worse than usual.

The highway was jammed. I looked at the luxury car in front of me, the license plate said it was from City P - a Ferrari sports car. I thought to myself, “They must be rich!”

“Boom!” I was shocked and stayed speechless for a while. I didn’t start the car at all!

If the car stayed in the same place without moving, how could it suddenly hit the luxury car in front?

A man in a suit with black sunglasses stepped out of the sapphire blue car. He was dressed in an haute couture suit. He looked very energetic.

Someone tapped my window glass, so I rolled it down.

Looking up at the man in front of me, “Hello, just now I...”

“It’s my responsibility. Please step out of the car and check its condition. You might also need to call your insurance company!” The man said with a serious look.

I was still in shock. The cars were still jammed - I got out of the car with my mobile phone and took pictures of the accident scene.

I didn’t know why, but I suddenly felt dizzy. In about a few seconds, when I realized that I was getting into trouble, I had already become completely unconscious.

Sometimes life was like a roll-coaster, there were going to be ups and downs. So, bad things happened.

When I woke up again, I was already lying on the hotel bed with my clothes thrown all over the place under the bed. And there were used condoms on the floor.

Even an idiot would figure out what had happened seeing these.

I felt overwhelmed - There was a sharp pain in my chest. And I was naked.

I got out of bed, and before my feet hit the ground, I fell to the ground. My feet had no strength at all.

I reached for the clothes scattered on the floor.

“Bang!” The door of the room was slammed open, and the person who came in had a gloomy expression on his face.

When our eyes saw each other, his black eyes were getting deeper and deeper as if there were dark dense clouds.

I grabbed the clothes to cover myself and looked at him. My body began to tremble, “If I say that... I don’t know what happened, would you believe me?”

I had no idea what had happened. The only thing I remembered was that I had lost consciousness after getting off my car on the highway.

Dennis looked at me. His eyes were full of coldness and pain. After a long time, he raised his head and took a deep breath, suppressing all the emotions in his heart.

He walked toward me, his voice low and hoarse, “I believe you!”

He squatted beside me, put his jacket over me, and his pupils shrank tightly as his eyes landed on the used condom.

I looked at him, the pain in my heart began to spread, tears fell unconsciously, but I couldn’t say a word.

He pursed his lips, raised his hand to wipe the tears from my face, “Don’t cry, babe. Let’s go home!”

He hugged me horizontally, his movements were terrifyingly resolute and cold.

It was just a few minutes of walking, but I felt as if I had traveled so far for decades. Even worse, there were many reporters and media outside the hotel.

I had fallen right into a trap set waiting for me.

Some reporters stepped forward and were scared back by Dennis’s gloomy eyes of anger. Some reporters were bold to step forward and asked, “Mrs. George, someone said that you were drunk last night and spent New Year’s Eve with an unknown man. May I ask if there is something wrong with you and Mr. George’s marriage, that you have to abuse alcohol to relieve your worries?”

The question was sharp enough.

Dennis’s face was terrifyingly cold, looking at the reporters in front of him with a gloomy expression, “Make away!”

His face was bloodthirsty, and he acted ruthlessly. He pushed the surrounding reporters away one by one. If it wasn’t for the bodyguards stopping him, I feared that there would be a riot.