Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 17 Dennis’ Attitude

Olivia wept with sorrow, grabbing Dennis. She looked like a lost boy, pitiful and helpless.

Dennis held her into his arms, comforting her, “You are not alone, and you will not. Calm down.”

Olivia looked at him with bulging eyes, “Don’t let her have your baby, OK? Please don’t, or I will die.”

She said it seriously.

Dennis looked at her, with anger in his deep eyes, “Olivia, don’t mess around.”

Olivia pushed him away, and rushed to take the fruit knife and cut her own wrist.

Things happened so quickly. I never expected that Olivia would commit suicide, as well as Dennis. He

lifted Olivia to the emergency room.

However, Olivia grabbed the bed handrail tightly, looking at Dennis with red eyes, “Don’t let her have

your baby.”

With bewilderment, I wondered how much Olivia didn’t want me to have the baby. Looking at Dennis, I

uttered first before he spoke, “Olivia, you rest assured. This baby, I …” Suppressing the sorrow from

the heart, I took a deep breath, “I won’t give it a birth.”

“Clara!” Dennis got completely raged, with bloodshot eyes.

“She will die if you don’t send her to the emergency room.” I spoke, with a tight throat.

Sipping lips, Dennis gave me a shot with deep look in his eyes, and then he lifted Olivia and left my

room.

In the empty room, I stared at the blood on the floor, stinging and piercing.

My fever was brought down, and I refused to get IV. I left the hospital.

After a stormy rain for a night, the Newton Town was refreshed.

After leaving the hospital, I went directly to the George Group, rather than the villa.

The receptionist rushed to me while seeing me. “Director Kennedy, Alice Booth Pearson has been NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

waiting for about 15 minutes in your office.”

I nodded, entering the elevator and looking over at her, “Tell Jackie to prepare a gift, and I will take it to

Alice Booth Pearson. The gift shouldn’t be much expensive, but delightful.”

The receptionist nodded.

In the elevator, I called Mario and he gave a fast answer, “Clara!”

Surprisingly, it’s the first time that I heard him call my name. I frowned slightly, “Do you have time this

evening? What about having a talk?”

Seemed to be surprised, he replied, “Okay, When and where?”

“I will text you later.” The elevator was open and I hang up, sending Mario the time and address for the

meeting.

Then I went to the rest room to fix face before back to the office.

I learned a lot in the past two years with Dennis. I had made great achievements at the scope of

business, but failed in obtaining his love.

At least, I grew mature from a green hand to a tactful woman who can handle various difficulties.

In the office, a middle-aged woman in a plain cheongsam sitting elegantly on the black sofa, was

reading the messages with the phone in her hand.

I knocked the door which was half closed, and then I pushed into the room. Smiling, I apologized, “Mrs.

Pearson, Sorry to keep you waiting. I met a traffic jam.”

She stood up and shook hand with me, “That’s all right, and I just arrived here.”

After a small talk, Mrs. Pearson cut to the chase, “Mrs. George, I am sorry to bother you now, but you

know that my husband just signed a contract with the George Group. However, no one can expect that

things will have gone wrong. Could you talk to President George to postpone the starting time so that

we can have breathing room?”