Chapter 997 Mr. George is really hard to say
Chapter 997 Mr. George is really hard to say
"Well ......" Jamie took a look at his dirty little hands and expressed his incompetence in order to, "Not
clean ...... Pretty Auntie gives ......"
Hank, who hadn't said anything, suddenly interjected, "Mr. George is really close to his son, it seems
that you and Mrs. George have a good relationship."
A gloomy coolness flashed under Dennis's eyes and he responded with a sneer, "Mr. Gibson's
relationship with Miss Kennedy looks pretty average."
Hank remained unhappy and unhappy, but he was also kind enough to say, "I didn't think Mr. George
would have the time to take care of other people's family affairs when he was so busy."
Dennis's face sank and his deep eyes were covered with clouds, "No more than Mr. Gibson's ability to
love to worry blindly."
Hank sat up straight with a jerk, his face all smiles, "Mr. George is so eloquent."
"Each other." Dennis finished calmly, then turned his head to look at the child, his tone sounded nothing
volatile, but his voice was put very softly, "Are you full?"
Jamie, who has probably seen a lot of big scenes, sensed that the atmosphere was not right and
reluctantly put down the chopsticks in his hand, saying with a tiger's head, "I'm full."
"Let's go then, someone should not like it if we stay any longer." Dennis said as he got up, took Jamie's
little hand and said a polite goodbye, "Thanks for the hospitality."
I watched the father and son walk out before I asked Hank, puzzled, "Is there a grudge between you
and Dennis?"
The last time they met, the two were quite harmonious, but now that they live across the street and
have become neighbors, the smell of gunpowder is so heavy.
It's just a meal, there's no need for lip-smacking.
The most important thing is that Hank, such a gentle man, did just move too much against the grain.
Hank sniffed and returned to his usual modest look, smiling lightly, "Why, you think too much, eat well."
Obviously, he did not want to continue discussing this topic.
But the more this happens, the more it shows that there is something irreconcilable between him and
Dennis.
But after all, we are different from ordinary unmarried couples, Hank does not say, I have no reason to
pursue the end.
When I glanced at her, I noticed Jamie's bowl and plate, which held the rice without moving a single
bite.
Dennis said that the new home can not cook, the little one also does not eat takeout, this night so long,
must be starved.
We'll make something simple and send it to them later?
It's not good either, so I'm afraid Hank will be more uncomfortable, even if his mouth does not say, the
heart is probably already turned upside down.
The more this happens, the less I should confront him.
"Can't eat anymore?" Hank's voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Well, I'm full, so I'll go to my room."
After that, I pretended to be natural and picked up my phone and turned around to go upstairs.
Maybe Hank saw it, maybe he didn't notice it, but he didn't say anything.
I closed the door and made sure Hank didn't follow me, so I unlocked my phone, opened the take-out
app and chose a private restaurant.
Little Ann won't have to go hungry tonight.
......
The next day I went out for my usual walk and happened to run into Dennis and Jamie who were
getting ready to go out.
Jamie was extra excited when he saw me, "Pretty Auntie!"
"Good morning little Ann~" I hooked my lips and glanced at the rest of my eyes, but found Dennis' dark
eyes staring in my direction.
The subconscious froze for a moment before gathering his expression and responding, "Mr. George."
"Hmm." Dennis nodded very indifferently, and then led Jamie into the black commercial vehicle.
Watching the business car disappear around the corner of the intersection, I sighed helplessly.
Last night when I called for take-out, but I have referred to Dennis's price in advance, and slaughtered
myself hard, Dennis this attitude, and I do not know if I have eaten.
I snapped back to my senses and felt that things were not quite right. Why have I been so attached to
this father and son lately? Is it because Jamie is so cute?
And, the frequency of their presence in my life is catching up with Hank.
Can't figure it out.
When I got home, Folly called me.
"Clara, there's something that I feel compelled to talk to you about." Folly spoke with more seriousness
than the previous two times we met.
"Where and when?" With the previous experience of being hounded by paparazzi, I subconsciously
became careful.
After I was discharged from the hospital, I had nothing to do but watch the TV news at home, and not
infrequently I saw the scene where the gossip was obviously blocked by paparazzi reporters, and I was
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"I'll come over and pick you up later."
Not waiting for me to figure it out, the other side had already hung up the phone.
Half an hour later, just after getting into Folly's car, I felt her face was not right, "Are you okay? I don't
feel too good."
The time we spend together is not much, but I feel that Folly is not a person with a quiet personality
and does not like to talk.
Now she's obviously a little fidgety.
Folly nodded with a heavy face, "It's a little nerve-wracking."
She paused, and remembered something like, said, "This matter is very important, today said what I
have to tell you, in fact, you ...... Oops forget it, this is not the place to talk, talk later."
Seeing how cautious she was, I didn't say anything.
Folly took me to Kimdock.
"This is my store, does it still ring a bell? Feel free to order whatever you want to drink, this place is
permanently free for you."
I shook my head, although not very thirsty, see Folly so enthusiastic, but still a symbolic order a latte.
Folly stared at my face with a puzzled look, looking left and right, "Clara, after all this time, you haven't
thought of anything?"
"Nope." I responded tersely, my eyes glancing around the room.
This private room is similar in style to the last time Jamie asked me out, only there is nothing more to
remember than the memory of that time.
The day before yesterday also went to the hospital, the doctor said basically no serious injury, the
recovery of memory can not be forced.
Living with a blank first half of life, every day is like walking on thin ice, everything is like a gorgeous
dream, always empty underfoot.
Almost every day when you open your eyes, even the air is strange and suffocating.
Folly exhaled heavily and looked grave as she picked up her phone and opened it, pushing it from the
table to me, "Where is he, do you remember?"
The phone shows a picture of a man who I know all too well, none other than Dennis.
"I remember him, Dennis," I said, a little confused, "What are you showing me his picture for?"
Folly's focus was clearly different from mine, "You remember? Then you just said no?"
"The richest man, the richest man in the country, the kind of guy who is interested in whatever the
media is interested in, is it weird to be impressed?" I think Folly was a little too uptight.
Folly blushed, "When you say remember, you mean this?"
"Or what?" I thought about it and added, "But now he's my neighbor, and his son is pretty cute."
"Neighbors?" Folly finally caught the point and asked nervously, "When was this?"
"Just yesterday." I didn't expect her to act so surprised, so I told her all, "Moved into the villa across the
street from my house."
"I go ......" Folly touched her chest in shock and seemed to be stunned.
A moment later, she slowed down, "Meaning you've seen each other long ago? And more than once?"
"Well ...... What's wrong with having dinner together last night?" I looked bewildered.