Please Love Me, Mr. George

Lydia, however, snorted and scoffed, "That ungrateful creature. Freddy had been kind to him for nothing."

"Stop the nonsense!" Andrew threw a ferocious stare at her and looked at me helplessly. "It’s getting late, and Old Mr. George is resting in peace now. Go home early."

"OK. Thank you, Mr. George." Both Andrew and Lydia were in their 50s now, and they had no children, but they sat pretty living off the shares of the George Group they held. Lydia had a sharp tongue, but actually, she was a kind person, so the couple was the envy of many people in their circle.

Standing in front of Freddy’s tombstone, I watched them walking away and fell into a trance. Since Freddy had died, the marriage between Dennis and I might have come to an end too. Just as the rain would stop, or the sun would go down, I would finally lose him.

"Take care of yourself, grandfather. I’ll pay you a visit later." I took a solemn bow to the tombstone. Just as I turned around to leave, I was shocked.

When had Dennis come?

dark eyes fixed on Freddy’s tombstone, but I could hardly

and said in a

came… to

as he was about to leave. "Dennis, Freddy is gone, and you should let it go

stop talking, not knowing what to do.

graveyard. My driver had already gone since Dennis came to pick me up. Therefore, I could only go back with Dennis. We got into the car and left the graveyard. Silence hung heavily in the car on the way. I pinched my fingers, wanting to ask him about Olivia’s condition again and again, but I swallowed the words at

anymore and asked, "How’s Miss Pearson?" I

and inertia threw my body forward. Before I could react, I was held by the waist and pinned against the seat.

expect she is?" He responded by asking, his voice stern. "Clara, do you