Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 162 the Miserable Child 8

The nanny had prepared a lot of delicious food. After eating a few, I couldn't eat anymore. Hank

frowned and was a little unhappy. He put a few foods in my bowl and said seriously, "Eat these!"

I pursed my lips and couldn't eat anymore, but I knew that he cared about me, so I lowered my head

and ate a few.

"Ugh!" But I spat it out immediately together with what I had eaten before.

I retched on the sink for a long time. Hank asked the nannies in the hall, "Why?"

The nannies said with fear, "Miss Kennedy has always been like this. She almost can't eat anything.

Sometimes she can eat a few, but once she eats more, she will throw up all of it. The family doctors

have seen her. They said that it was because of anxiety, and they can't do anything about it."

I finally stopped vomiting. After washing myself up, I straightened up to look at myself in the mirror. In

just a month, I had become beyond recognizable.

My face looked too thin. My eyes were sunken, my brow ridge was prominent, and my jawline was so

sharp that as if my chin could poke people. Not as plump as I was pregnant.

I looked down at her skinny hands.

"How did I become like this?" Looking at the mirror, I felt so sad and my tears fell on the white sink.

The sound was extremely ear-piercing.

"You have just recovered. You will get better in the future!" Hank did not know how to comfort others.

He stood beside me and said in a low voice.

I pursed my lips and wiped my tears. He handed me a tissue.

After putting myself together, I couldn't eat anymore but sat in the living room in a daze instead. My

heart was still painful.

"Shall we go out for a walk later?" He said "we".

I looked up at him and felt a little dizzy. The deep autumn sun shone down from behind him which

made him look a little transparent and bright.

I nodded. "Okay!"

The bedroom!

The Gibson family was huge, I always knew. Hank's villa was in the suburbs, particularly large, like an

ancient European castle which was extraordinarily luxurious and elegant.

There were many rooms in the villa. I didn't look carefully, but my room seemed to be the largest. There

was a huge dressing room inside.

I didn't know if Hank had a girlfriend, but I always felt that the clothes in the dressing room were not

only big brands, but also extremely beautiful.

"Do you need help to make a choice?" Hank leaned against the door with his hands crossed and

looked at the clothes in the room with a smile.

For going out later, I wanted to change my clothes, but I don't know what to choose when I see so

many clothes.

Looking back at him, I thought for a moment and chose a black dress with a gold border. Then I pick

out a black coat and a pair of black Martin shoes.

When I was about to go into the dressing room to change, Hank stopped me. He raised his eyebrows

and said, "All black. Are you sure?"

I was stunned and nodded. "Why not?"

He pursed his lips. "No!"

He took the clothes from me and picked out a golden pink dress of the same style but embroidered with

Chinese roses and looked gorgeous.

I instinctively resisted this color, looked at him, and shook my head. "Can I choose another?"

He pursed his lips, looked at the chosen dress in his hands, and said, "This is beautiful!"

I shook my head. "I don't like it!"

He stopped talking but looked a little gloomy. "Do you have to choose the lifeless black?"

I was stunned. I didn't feel that the black color was lifeless before, but why I felt after hearing his words,

the black became lifeless indeed?

Sighing slightly, I said helplessly, "Ok, but not this one!" I looked around the dressing room and chose a

blue dress. The color was not gorgeous, but it looked very warm.

I took it from the hanger and looked at Hank. He nodded and looked much better. "Go and change!"

After changing clothes, he took away the black coat and picked out a white mink coat for me. "Put it

on!"

I was stunned. But I still put it on according to his instructions and then put on the black Martin shoes.

He was satisfied and nodded. "Very beautiful. Why don't you put on light makeup?"

For the first time, I felt that this man seemed to have a good aesthetic standard.

These days, I've become very haggard. If I don't makeup, I'm afraid that I'll scare the passers-by.

I nodded, put on light makeup, and then went out with Hank.

Being in City P again, I felt as if a generation had passed. The streets were still crowded with people

and vehicles. It was late in the autumn, everyone put on their coats. The fallen leaves on both sides of

the road were scattered all over the ground. After sweeping the streets, the sanitation workers turned

back and found a lot more fallen leaves. They had to sweep again and again. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

"What do you like to eat later?" Hank asked me.

I tilted my head and thought for a moment. Then I shook my head and said, "Dessert!"

He smiled. "I'm talking about the main meal!"

"Haven't we just eaten?" It was just after noon. We had lunch.

He raised his eyebrows. "Do you regard it as 'had eaten'?"

His question left me speechless. I curled my lips and thought for a moment, "I don't want to eat

anything now."

The car passed through the downtown. We saw a long queue of people at the entrance of a dessert

shop on the street.

"Is its food delicious?" I asked curiously. "Why there are so many people lining up?"

Hank took a glance and parked the car on the roadside. He looked at me and said, "Wait for me in the

car. Don't go out. It's cold outside. I'll be back soon!"

Before I could answer, he trotted to the dessert shop and lined up in the crowd.

His outstanding appearance was extremely eye-catching in the crowd. Being straight and tall, he stood

out in the crowd.

I leaned against the car window and watched quietly. From time to time, someone talked to him holding

a mobile phone. It seemed that they were asking for his phone number.

He was friendly, pointed to the car, and then waved his hand with a smile. It seemed that he had

rejected them.

After a few times, no girl approached him. From time to time, someone looked in my direction instead.

I didn't know what was going on, so I could only nod and smile to show my goodwill.

After about half an hour, he ran to me with the cake in his hand. After getting in the car, he handed me

the dessert and said, "I've bought some. Have a try and see which one you like."

I nodded and took the cheese durian cake from him. For some reason, I seemed to like this flavor very

much.

Seeing that I had eaten a few more, he smiled. "Is it delicious?"

I nodded. "It tastes good!" Seeing him looking at me, I was stunned and asked, "Do you want to try it?"

After half an hour of hard work, he didn't even taste it. It didn't seem appropriate. I subconsciously

scooped a spoonful and put it near his mouth.

He was slightly stunned. For a moment, his eyes were extremely bright, and he smiled faintly and

opened his mouth to eat.