Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1120 Is it willing?

The following day.

When I put on the red show kimono again after a few days, I had a surreal feeling when I looked at

myself in the mirror.

Dennis barged into the mirror in his black suit, looked at me through the mirror, and gently lifted his lips,

"Thinking about it?"

"Yeah." I responded, and then asked, "Are the hospital and church all taken care of?"

Dennis side-stepped and pulled me into his arms, the complicated wedding dress made my whole

waistline wide, but he still stubbornly wrapped his arms around me, as if he was fighting fate, "Of

course, no one, more than me, wants this matter to be known to outsiders."

I understand Dennis's concern, the wedding of the century has only been less than half a month, the

culture of the city of vintage clothing craze is still crazy, "Clara" and "Dennis" become synonymous with

love, in such a time for others to wear a wedding dress, in the outsiders In order to avoid causing a

commotion, the whole wedding could only be carried out in secret.

After snuggling for a while, Dennis helped me down the stairs, although it was hard to keep my balance

with the wooden tracks under my feet, even though the kimono had changed to a thinner style.

The absence of any modern elements embellished is to let Hank see the sincerity.

The business car is parked at the back of the hospital, from the entrance to the stairs, all guarded by

bodyguards, Hank's floor family members have all been evacuated and replaced by the George Group

hired caregivers.

The bright red wedding dress through the corridor, the faint red light printed on the wall, there is like a

wave, with my pace a little spread in the corridor.

No one was watching, so it was able to pass unhindered.

Toby handed me the long-folded man's wedding dress, opened the door respectfully, and then stepped

aside.

When he went in, Hank was lying in bed taking a nap, heard footsteps, and only after a few seconds

did he slowly open his eyes.

In his eyes it seemed like a dream, until he saw the dress I was wearing, then he came to his senses

abruptly and his eyes became clear.

"You ......" Hank was so overwhelmed that he couldn't say a complete sentence in return.

I raised my hand, unfolded my dress, and laughed, "Doesn't it look good? Did I ever tell you that I must

wear a Chinese dress if I get married?"

"It's nice." Hank's voice was muffled, a moment of delight flashed in his eyes, then grew dark again,

"But what does that have to do with me?"

Smiling, he lifted the wedding dress in his hand, walked over and put it next to his bed, saying as he

walked, "Aren't you going to marry me? Now that I've figured it out, change your clothes and let's go

pay our respects."

Looking at the clothes lying on the bed and thinking about Dennis in his heart, he became really happy

and couldn't help but wipe a handful on the clothes and spread all the folds, "How many times can I see

again, the ancient dresses are also so nice."

After saying that, he suddenly reacted to something and looked at Hank, narrowed his eyes and asked,

"You don't want to back out, do you?"

Without a positive answer, Hank pulled away, "Why the sudden change of heart?"

Pursing my lips to keep a smile on my face, I shrugged my shoulders and said in a pretend relaxed

manner, "Didn't you say that I can't refuse no matter what reason there is, would you refuse this

wedding if I said that it's because I have to return your favor and sympathize with you? If so, I can

always go back."

"No." Hank was successfully aroused, lifted the covers and strained to sit up from the bed, "Don't you

say that because you want me to refuse? I won't, I'll be righteous and become your husband."

"Suit yourself, there's no avoiding this ceremony anyway." Pretending to be indifferent, he turned

around and walked towards the door, "Toby will change your clothes, I'll see you at church."

"Wait." Hank called out to me, coughing violently, but hesitating in speaking.

I know what he's thinking, but he's just worried that I'm going to backtrack.

"You are well aware of me, and since I promised, I will do it."

The words fell, did not wait for Hank's reaction, and left without looking back.

Closing the door, carrying the bag Toby had left at the door, he walked to a safe intersection a little

farther away and, as planned, called Shaw.

"You finally showed up?" From last night to now, this floor is in a closed state, so long can't observe

Hank, Shaw obviously some sit down, "Dennis's people won't let me go upstairs, and you don't answer

the phone, what do you two couples mean, even if you don't want to get married, you shouldn't stop me

from taking care of Hank, he has nothing wrong with you! "

"Just calm down for a second." I sighed, "I'm going to go downstairs now, you wait for me at the back

exit."

"You're leaving?" Shaw's focus had clearly been swayed by irrational emotions, "Clara, was I wrong

about you?"

"No." The more you explain the more confusing this kind of time, I simply left the phone, "Anyway, see

you at the back door, come or not by you."

Not surprisingly, Shaw was already guarding the stairway when I arrived.

She looked at me with blame and complaint in her eyes and a thousand words, but I didn't let her vent,

and after standing still, she handed over the bag in her hand directly.

"Change it."

Shaw took the bag, took out the clothes inside and looked at them, not yet reacting to what was going

on, "This is ......"

"I still say, exchange or not, it's up to you, it's the biggest concession I can make."

Leaving these words behind, he took the lead, opened the car door and sat down in the carriage to

wait.

After a full fifteen minutes, the person who waited finally appeared.

......

Green grass, green fragrance, the car is parked on the road in front of the church.

Looking out of the car window, I could see Hank with his hair in a bun, dressed in red, carrying a red

embroidery ball and looking forward to it.

Before I got out of the car, I deliberately rolled down the window and told Hank to see my face clearly

before I rolled it up again, picked up the red cover that was placed next to me, and turned my head to

look behind me.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

All the way over, Shaw kept fiddling with his fingers in a tense state, heard my voice, only to find that

we had reached the church, looked up at the window in dismay, saw Hank and Cheng Er approaching,

breathing more sharply.

"What if they are found out? He's sick, he could die at any time ......," Shaw said to himself with his

head down, his hand on his knee squeezing the clothes on his leg with a deadly grip, his nails almost Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

sinking in.

I took a deep breath, my mood was as gloomy as hers, but it had to be done, "Like you said, he'll be

gone any day now, without a wedding, are you willing?"

Are you willing to do it?

After so many years of dying, physical and psychological torture, and nightmares all day long, but in the

end nothing has been achieved, who can be willing?

I believe Shaw already had the answer when she put on this wedding dress.

After only a second of hesitation, she raised her head and stared at me with determination for two

seconds, then took the initiative to exchange seats, put that red cap on her head, opened the car door

without rebellion, handed her hand to Hank, and stood smoothly under his traction.

Hank caught her hand, careful as a child, eyes and mouth unconsciously raised upward, the light in his

eyes, after a long time, finally reappeared.

The bride and groom hold the red rope, step by step, swaying, a short stone road, is a complete life.

He's finally going to marry the person he loves most.

She, too, married the one she loved most.