Please Love Me, Mr. George

“I don’t deserve it?” I smiled as a reply to her arrogance, “We have been married for two years. And now you insist that I don’t deserve it? You deem yourself qualified enough to match him just because you manage to turn yourself into the daughter of the richest woman from an orphan?”

“Clara, he doesn’t even love you. Don’t you think it’s meaningless to be with him?”

I furrowed my brows and smiled, “Yes! No matter how far he will go beyond our marriage or whoever he loves. He will still return himself to me because I am his wife. And my baby will still call him dad aboveboard!”

“Clara!” she looked sullen, “that’s the marriage you ask for? I can offer you whatever you want! But I have only one request from you—just divorce Dennis, okay?”

She required in a humble way. Before that, I might have been moved because I would deem her too infatuated with Dennis. But now, I felt so pathetic for her. She didn’t beg because of her love for Dennis. Instead, it was out of a sense of pity because she failed to capture his heart.

As this kind of sense had been kept too long, it would grow into obsession. And thus it had nothing to do with love.

I couldn’t help snickering. Then I squinted at her, “Olivia, I am just curious about the question—do you really love him? Or do you just simply base your relationship with him on your own will because you once failed to get his love?”

As proud as she had always been, she still struggled to remain composed to keep her dignity. Then she refuted in a low voice, “How dare you challenge my relationship with him? You are just a mistress who stole him from me!”

I smiled, “Hilarious! So why did Dennis marry a mistress like me?” I paused and then continued, “Oh, by the way, Dennis starts to keep himself away from you recently, right? Do you know why?”

I approached and looked at her with a mocking face, “Because I told him I hated him sleeping with another woman. If he dared to do that again, he could never get on my bed!”

“Bullshit!”

I sneered, “Really? So could you explain why he would ask me for a handjob rather than come to you?”

She was rendered so incredible. Seeing that, I felt better. For me, teasing an Angelic bitch like her brought me great fun.

“Alright! Let’s see if he still cares about me.”

She let out a weird smile. Her delicate face started to approach and then she dragged me forward. Suddenly, she threw herself toward the tower piled up by glasses of wine.

as she hit. Glasses broke into pieces and scattered all over

and some of them hurried to dodge. While there were still a number of

exclaimed. Then the lobby fell into

and hurried to held her up, who was lying in the middle of the falling

and put her on a couch. Then there

started to call an ambulance while some of the guests tried to

opened her eyes and started at Dennis with

The annoyance shown on his face

end of

the gate. Dennis held her up, “Don’t say anything! Just

quiet while leaning

his dark eyes on me. I could tell

came

looked at

feud between Mrs. George and Olivia. As she just got a reunion with her parents, I reckon Mrs. George

Mrs. George about some projects. She has been tough, measured and decent. I suppose

relationships! Everyone can tell how much he cares

now Olivia has been recognized by her parents, perhaps a divorce of Mrs. George will be

“How apathetic!”

still and

to sneer, “Clara, you are being jealous, right? Olivia is much better than you when it comes to her look, her social status and her family background. Now she is

didn’t finish his sentence. He only cast me a disdainful glimpse

head, looked at him, shrugged and smiled, “Yeah, I am being jealous! But at least I dare to uncover it instead of being stealthy

“You…”

he failed to utter.