Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 36 Negotiations

“Yes, as long as you agree to this, I can assure Miss Kennedy that the child in your belly and you will

be safe and sound.” He said with certainty.

I couldn’t help but frown, “Why should I trust you?”

“Miss Kennedy, I’m the only one you can trust now!” That sounded extraordinarily unpleasantly.

But at this point, I can only get out first to save myself, so I squinted at him and nodded, “Deal!”

He guffawed, “Then it's a deal!”

He then signaled the thin man re-blinded me, I frowned, “Is this necessary?”

I heard his laugh in my ears, “Miss Kennedy, relax. We will send you back by the exactly same way you

were brought here!”

I was then taken to a car, and on the way I had extremely sensitive ears, but in no time I went straight

into a coma.

When I woke up again, I was still in the parking lot and in my own car, surrounded by everything that

had not changed, and everything that had just happened seemed like a dream.

I took out my phone to check the time, and it was already twelve o'clock. So in the last two hours, my

life was on the line?

I still had some fear in my heart, so I didn't stay long in the parking lot and started the car directly back

to the villa.

My mind was piled up with things.

When I returned to the villa and entered the hall, I saw the men checking files in the hall, and the

sounds of those men and women could not help but come to my mind.

I ran directly into the bathroom without changing shoes, lying on the sink and beginning to throw up, but

I vomited enough just now and there’s nothing left to vomit at this time.

“What did you have?” The man's low, a cold voice came to my ears.

I was trembling, and I felt that my stomach turned upside down. He walked up and patted my back to

smooth my breath, yet these voices in my head grew more and more repulsive as I jerked my head up

and pushed him away.

I ignored his cold, icy face and ran straight up to the second floor.

I unlocked the bedroom door, and when I smelled the disgusting smell in the bedroom, I opened the

window all away again and changed all the covers and sheets on the bed.

At this moment, there was a sharp knock at the door, “Clara, open the door!” The man's voice was cold

and chilling.

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I desperately tried to get rid of all the scent belonging to him in the bedroom, and after cleaning it all up,

I felt disgusted by the smell of my own body again. I undressed and went into the bathroom, turned the

shower on as high as it would go, wanting to clean everywhere he had touched.

“Bang!” The loud sound rang out outside, and I crouched in the bathroom and locked the bathroom

door. But I knew if Dennis wanted to come in, there must be a million ways.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before he slammed the outside door open, his voice gruff and cold, “Clara,

what the fuck are you doing?”

He stood in the bathroom doorway, and his voice was low, but with anger.

I pressed against the door, not even wanting to hear anything from him again, “Dennis, I don't want to

see you, please, please stay away from me!”

It's disgusting, really disgusting. If I didn't hear those voices, I could still lie to myself, but at this point I

can't. No matter how many times I convince myself not to think about the images of him having sex

with Olivia, still, my mind was repeating those things over and over again.

“Clara, open the door. Just tell me what’s going on!” His voice was cold, so cold that could freeze water.

I shook my head, my heart and stomach felt disgusted, “We have nothing to talk about, please leave

me alone!”

“Clara!” I could hear that he was gritting his teeth, “Don’t challenge me! Okay?”

I was almost breaking down and yelling at the door, “I said stay away from me, far away, can’t you get

it?”

“Bang!” The bathroom door was smashed and rattled, and I was so shocked that I took a few steps

backwards.

With just three impacts, the bathroom door was smashed open, he came in with imperious and cruel

expression, scowling at me, who was shrinking next to the bathtub, with a pair of black eyes.

“Clara, you…” When he saw me staring at him with disgust, his anger dissipated a few points.

After a long time, he walked beside me, his slender tall figure squatted down, and his slender fingers

slowly reached out to me.

I was afraid that he would touch me, and my heart was rejecting his approach, so I instinctively spoke,

“Don’t touch me!”

His outstretched hand stiffened in the air, and the coldness of his brow invaded the air around him, “Tell

me, what's happening?”

“Dennis, let’s divorce! Can you do that? Let's divorce, I don't want anything, as long as you agree to the

divorce!” I sobbed.

Dennis's gloomy face was even gloomier. He looked at me, his cold gaze fixed on my face, “Clara, do

you know what you're talking about?”

“Yes!” Of course! I put up with him for two years, two years of aggression, but it was not love, and

warmth was not love, not matter how much it was!

Swiftly, my hand was yanked by him, then my whole body was dragged out of the bathroom by him and

settled on the bed. He put the towel around my body, then half squatted in front of me. His hands held

me in a death grip, tilting his head to look at me, his voice low and suppressed, “Tell me, what the hell

is going on?!”

He looked calm. No matter how mad I became, he always had a way of calming himself down.

I shook my head, my eyes red, and my voice hoarse, “Dennis, do you love me?” I didn’t know why I

was asking this question, but I asked.

His body stiffened for a moment, his eyebrows knitted slightly, and his deep gaze fixed on me, “Clara,

love isn’t just talking!”

But you said it to Olivia. My heart hurt and I almost yelled the words out.

“Then what was it?!” I couldn't control my tears and choked, “Dennis, I know that you don't love me, do

you?”

“Clara!” He restrained his voice, “Tell me what is happening! Why do you want a divorce all of a

sudden?”

“I don't love you, not in the slightest!” My eyes were red, and the pain in my heart spread throughout

my body, “I don't love you as much as I thought I did. I'm young and still get the chance to find my true

love, so let's divorce and set each other free, okay?”

From the moment I met Dennis, I never thought that one day, I would take it upon myself to beg to

leave him.

I thought that as long as I worked hard enough to give him my heart, love and body, one day he would

turn around and pull me in and tell me that we were living a good life.

But there were too many uncertainties in life. I forgot that there were many things in this world that you

can get by your own efforts, but love was not one of them.

Mutual love was God’s blessing, most of the time, people just can’t get what they wanted!