Please Love Me, Mr. George

About tens of minutes later, the car stopped at the gate of a villa decorated in classic European style. Leo got off and opened the door for me in a gentle manner. Then he reached out his arm and said, “Hold my hand when we get in.”

I hated his hypocritical and weird smile. And it really scared me. I knew how long he had been soaked in violence during the old days. Even if now he was presenting me a bunch of roses, it still made me feel like a dagger pressed against my neck.

However, I could do nothing but to obey. So I held his arm after getting off.

The villa was designed in a noble and delicate style mixed with exotic elements. As we walked pass the gate, there laid a path covered with cobblestone and it went all the way through a garden, at the end of which we could reach the lobby.

I walked steadily on my high heels while holding Leo’s arm.

As we were about to enter the lobby, I suddenly noticed Dennis standing not far away from us. He was in a black suit, white shirt with the collar of same color standing tall. His short hair stood straight and even highlighted his sharp-looking and charming face.

He looked so tough and powerful that I could notice him immediately even among the crowd.

Not until then did I realize that it was the birthday banquet of Luna. Since Dennis had attended, so would those celebrities that I acquainted myself with in Newton Town.

I, known as Mrs. George, actually held the arm of another guy. If others noticed that, it would definitely be a harsh humiliation against Dennis.

So I hurried to pull my hand away from his arm. Fear and panic crawled all over my heart.

However, Leo had been bathing in blood and slaughter. He soon noticed and grabbed my hand, looking sullen, “Clara, mark my words!”

My lips clung tight to each other and my palm started to sweat out of panic.

As I raised up my head to look at Dennis, he also noticed me. He squinted and fixed his dark eyes on my black off-the-shoulder evening dress.

But then he shifted his gaze at Leo and said, “Mrs. Kennedy, it has been a long time.”

Did they know each other?

smiled while holding my hand still, “Mr. George,

only sounded

at me again and said with composure,

is my fiancee.”

I could tell from Dennis’s bottomless eyes that coldness started

away from ladies. And now it seems that

while grabbing my hand, looking gentle and tender, “Well,

squinted, looking dangerous,

about my relationship with

from his grip. Nor could I hurry to deny

was thrown into a

eyes on me for a second, “So how should I address you now? Mrs. George or Mrs.

to break away from Leo’s grip and went over to

found that it was Olivia. She dressed in a backless flesh colored gown, which highlighted her nice

They looked perfectly matched.

to be surprised when seeing me. But she seemed to be a bit sullen, “Oh,

“So Miss Kennedy, is this

she stressed out ambiguously while

going to say.

appeared to be disgusted as if he saw someone irksome. Then he took

ladies had turned to be quite repellent to him. If it weren’t because of the fact that we grew up together, I would have disgusted

the hell, which kept me under the

expect Miss Kennedy to be an acquaintance with Mrs. Kennedy, the president of AD Group. No wonder

for those elites to exchange ideas. Luna was wearing a black gilt gown embroidered with a phoenix. She stepped on a

about to reach her fifties, she didn’t seem to age a bit. Instead, her age even