Please Love Me, Mr. George

Olivia was astonished to hear me say that, her eyes darkening all of a sudden. She looked back at Dennis and whispered, pulling at his clothes, "Dennis, I put myself first last night and disturbed your night. Could you ask her to stay and have breakfast with us? Consider that my apology, will you?"

I was speechless. This, again, was the proof that some people could get the things effortlessly others vying for by playing weak.

Dennis, at first, couldn’t care less about my appearance. Now that Olivia asked, he glanced back at me and ordered in a cold voice, "Join us!"

Did it hurt? I was just used to it and nodded with a smile. "Thank you!"

I could never say no to Dennis, because I had fallen in love with him when I first met him, and I couldn’t change that this life.

It was a great privilege, as well as the first time, for me to have the food cooked by Dennis. The food, scrambled egg and oatmeal, was ordinary but special at the same time. To my point of view, Dennis was some man blessed by God, and he was born to rule the world.

Olivia put some egg on my plate as she spoke before she put some on Dennis’ plate and said with a grin, "Dennis, you promised me you

He was a man of few words,

seemed to have got used to everything. He chewed gracefully

Freddy’s funeral today. If Dennis went away with

that Dennis had finished eating and went upstairs to

I was behind him and asked with an

with icy calm as he spoke, revealing his muscular upper body, while I turned around instinctively and reminded him, "It’s Freddy’s funeral

he was unzipping his pants, and then came his cold voice, "You can handle it

eldest of his generation. If he didn’t attend his grandfather’s funeral, what would the rest of the Georges

for the details, you can figure them out with him," Dennis said emotionlessly as if he was briefing

asked sadly, "Dennis George, apart from Olivia, is everyone else inessential to you? Don’t you care about