Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 307

Dennis looked at me and remained silent for a long time. The light in the ward was too bright and it hurt my eyes. So I closed my eyes.

I straightly pulled the quilt and closed my eyes to stop looking at anything.

Luna and Samuel came over. They saw Dennis standing beside the hospital bed in dejection, and his whole person looked restrained and gloomy.

Looking at me on the hospital bed again, Luna said, “Why did you spit out blood? Did you find out what was wrong?”

I didn’t respond. Neither did I have the strength to speak. I wasn’t in the mood to say anything.

Dennis looked at them, his eyes were terrifyingly heavy. But he still didn’t say a word, and the long silence was on again.

In the next few days, Dennis would come and check on me at the hospital, so did Luna and Samuel. But it seemed that everyone had chosen to be in silence as if they had made a mutual agreement.

It wasn’t a serious illness, so I was discharged after three days.

Dennis picked me up and took me back to the villa.

I seemed to have gotten used to the silence. Looking at all the familiar objects in the bedroom, I suddenly felt that a third of my life had been so ridiculous.

In fact, there was almost nothing I must take with me if I left. Since I became a member of the George family, it had been Dennis who had bought and set up almost everything for me. I had brought nearly nothing with me then, except for my personal ID and the graduation certificate.

“It’s getting late already now. It would not be safe for you to be out alone now. Get some rest first.” Dennis, who was following behind me, said. He then held down my hand and stopped me from packing my luggage.

I pursed my lips, pulled out my hand indifferently, and looked at him lightly, “No, I’m good. Mr. George, thank you for your kindness.”

Dennis frowned, and the gloom on his face deepened. “Clara, do you have to do this? We could have avoided this.”

I laughed, “You are right, we could have avoided this, but why did I end up this way?”

He pursed his lips, the gloom and pain on his face intertwined, “I am sorry!”

“If your apology could bring back my baby and Diana, I would be more than happy to accept it.” His apology sounded so ridiculous as if a killer with the sharp knife in his hand was trying to ease the pain for the victim with a meaningless sorry.

On a February day, it was raining lightly outside, and it was freezing cold. I took back the suitcase from Dennis’s hand.

Out of the bedroom, standing at the door of the villa, I was relieved that it was finally over.

Alex drove over. His hair was cut short. He loaded my suitcases into the car.

He looked at me, “Let’s go!”

Seeing me getting in the car, Dennis stood at the door, his eyes were deep and distant.

This farewell would be a proper goodbye.

The car drove far away, but Dennis was still standing there. Dennis's tall and slender body blurred out more and more in the icy drizzle.

“Maybe things aren’t that bad yet. You don’t need to do this.” Alex said with a warm voice.

I held the divorce agreement in my hand and smiled, “Alex, what happened, happened. But after you get hurt, even when the wounds recover, you could still feel the scars vividly like a thorn stung inside your heart and the pain could eat you alive on those lonely nights. But you wouldn’t see it from the outside until you bleed out to death.”