Please love me, Mr George

I was stunned to see these words on the pregnancy ultrasound result. How could I get pregnant after I had sex with him for only once? What should I do now?

If I told Dennis George about it, would he give up divorcing me? No. Instead, he would take me as a shameless woman who used the baby as a lever to manipulate him.

I pulled myself together, stuffed the ultrasound report into my bag and walked out of the hospital.

There was a shining black Maybach parking out of the hospital building whose driver's side window was slightly open, and a man's handsome but grim upper face could be faintly seen through it. Naturally, the fancy car and the attractive man received many stares from passers-by.

Admittedly, Dennis was a wealthy and charming man, and I had long got used to it after all these years. So I ignored the strange looks from passers-by and sat on the passenger seat.

Dennis, who was resting his mind with his eyes closed, sensed the movement, gave a slight frown and murmured without opening his eyes, "Everything done?"

"Yes!" I nodded and handed the signed contract with the hospital to him, adding, "Mr. Pearson sends greetings to you."

Originally, I planned to come to the hospital to sign the contract on my own, but I met Dennis halfway and he insisted on, somehow, giving me a ride.

"You'll take full charge of this case from now on." Dennis, a man of few words, didn't take the contract but said to me flatly before starting the car.

I nodded in agreement, saying no more. It seemed that I could do nothing else but accept commands and carry out the tasks since I had kept quiet for too long.

It was at nightfall, and our car was rushing towards the center of the city. Where was he heading for if he wasn't driving back to our house? I was curious, but I never asked about his intention, so I remained silent.

Thinking of the ultrasound report, I was lost for words for a moment. I stole a glance at Dennis, who was looking straight ahead with his sharp and stern eyes.

"Dennis!" I called, clutching my bag, my palms sweating from nervousness.

"What is it?" asked he in a cold and emotionless voice.

He had always been blunt to me and I was accustomed to it. I settled myself down, took a breath and went on, "I..."

Before I could say "... am pregnant", Dennis' phone rang while I choked down the words.

"What's up, Olivia?" Sometimes, a man's tenderness was meant for a certain woman, and so were his deep love and happiness.

In this case, Dennis' gentleness was just for Olivia Pearson, and one could easily tell from the way he talked to her.

It was unknown what Olivia said on the other end of the line, but Dennis slammed on the brake and started to pacify her. "Alright, I'll be right over. Stay where you are."

The next moment, he hung up, pulled a long face and stared at me. "Get off the car!" he ordered, leaving no room for discussion.

This wasn't the first time he had treated me like this, so I nodded, swallowed everything I wanted to say and pushed open the car door, jumping off the car.

The marriage between Dennis and I was an accident, as well as an order. Either way, it had nothing to do with love. Olivia had taken root in Dennis' heart, and my existence was nothing but a sham, or an obstacle to him.

Two years ago, Freddy George, Dennis' grandfather, had a heart attack, so he forced Dennis to marry me in bed. Despite all the reluctance, Dennis still married me obeying Freddy's will. During these two years, Dennis had simply ignored me for Freddy's sake. Now that Freddy died, he asked the lawyer to work out a divorce settlement immediately, and was waiting for me to sign on it.

When I came back to the house, it was already dark. The huge house was so empty that it looked like a haunted one. Probably because I was pregnant, I lost my appetite, and I came straight to the bedroom, took a shower and went to bed.

When I almost fell asleep, I vaguely heard someone parking the car in the courtyard.

Was Dennis home? Wasn't he with Olivia?

Before long, the bedroom door was opened. Soaked, Dennis walked straight into the bathroom without glancing at me, and then came the noise of water running.

Now that he was back, I could no longer sleep, so I got up, put on my clothes, and took his pajamas out of the closet, putting them at the bathroom door before I went to the balcony.

The rain season had come, and it was drizzling and dark outside. Meanwhile, the faint patter of rain on the roof could be heard.

Noticing some noise behind me, I looked back and saw Dennis standing out of the bathroom with the bath towel wrapped around his waist, his hair wet. Drips of water rolled down his muscular chest, and any woman would find it difficult to take her eyes off of him.

He might have noticed me looking at him and stared at me with a slight frown. "Come here!" he ordered in a flat voice.

I walked up to him obediently and caught the towel he tossed at me, hearing him whispering, "Dry my hair."

He perched himself on the edge of the bed as always while I climbed onto the bed, drying his hair behind him on my knees.

"It's Freddy's funeral tomorrow. You have to go to the George Residence early," I told him. I wasn't trying to make a conversation with Dennis, but his mind was occupied by Olivia, so he might forget it if I didn't remind him.

"I see," he replied and said nothing else.

I knew he didn't want to talk to me, so I dried his hair silently before lying down again, trying to sleep.

Since I was pregnant, I felt sleepy all the time. Dennis usually stayed in his study until midnight after he took a shower, but somehow, he put on his pajamas and lay down beside me tonight.

I was curious but didn't dare to ask him why. Suddenly, he took me into his arms and started to kiss me tenderly. I looked up at him in confusion. "Dennis, I..."

"You don't want it?" he asked, his piercing eyes dark as night.

I looked down. It was true that I didn't want to sleep with him, but when did my opinion matter?

"Could you act more gently?" I was only six-week pregnant and I might have a miscarriage at any time.

Dennis, however, knit his brows and said nothing.

... It was raining more and more heavily outside. Suddenly, the thunder crashed and the interior of the room was lit up. After a long time, he got out of bed and went to the bathroom.

I, meanwhile, was sweating in pain. I wanted to get up and take a pain killer, but gave up the idea at the thought of the baby.

At this moment, Dennis' phone started to vibrate on the nightstand. I looked up at the clock on the wall and it was already 11 pm.

Only one person would call Dennis at this time, and that person was Olivia.

Water stopped running in the bathroom as Dennis emerged from the bathroom swathed in a towel. He dried his hands and picked up the phone. It was unknown what was said on the other end of the line, but he frowned and blurted, "Olivia, stop it!"

After that, he hung up and got changed, about to leave. In the past, I might have just ignored it and let him go, but now I grabbed his clothes and pleaded in a soft voice, "Could you stay tonight?"

Dennis frowned, his eyes glinting with indifference and annoyance, his tone cold and sarcastic. "Don't push you luck."

I was both shocked and amused by his reaction, looking up at him. "It's your grandfather's funeral tomorrow. No matter how much you love her, at least have some manners, will you?"

"Are you threatening me?" Dennis narrowed his dark eyes and suddenly grabbed my chin, warning me in a low and stern voice,

"Clara Kennedy, don't get carried away."

I was totally aware that he wouldn't stay, but I had to try, so I looked him straight in the eye and said, "I agree to get a divorce, but on one condition. You have to stay tonight and attend Freddy's funeral with me tomorrow. After that, I'll sign on the divorce settlement at once."

Dennis squinted his dark eyes and gave a sly grin, his lips curling into a smirk. "Then please me." He let go of my chin, narrowed his eyes and whispered into my ear, "You have to earn it, Clara. You can't get yourself anywhere by talking."

His voice was cold but his tone tinged was with seductiveness. I knew what he meant, so I wrapped my arms around his waist and raised my head, trying to get close to him, but the large height difference made my movements look funny and ridiculous. I couldn't even tell what my feelings were, but it was... pathetic that I had to make the man I love stay in such a way.

My hands slid intuitively over his body, but were suddenly gripped by his. I looked up and saw him staring meaningfully at me.

"That's enough!"

I paused upon hearing him, not knowing what he meant. The next second, he grabbed the gray pajama jacket on the bed and put it on gracefully. For a moment, I went into a trance but before long, I recovered myself. So he decided to... stay?

However, before I could be happy about it, I heard a faint female voice coming along with the patter of rain. "Dennis..."

I was shocked to hear that, while Dennis reacted promptly. He strode onto the balcony, looked down and walked back with a sullen face before he grabbed his coat and left the bedroom.

Out in the courtyard, Olivia was standing in the rain in her flimsy dress, drenched to the skin. As a delicate beauty, now she appeared even more fragile in the rain.

Dennis draped his coat around her shoulders. Before he could talk, Olivia flung her arms around him and started to sob.

Watching this scene, suddenly I realized why my earnest pleading failed to compete with Olivia's phone call, even if I had lived with him for two years.

Dennis went into the house with Olivia in his arm and took her upstairs. I, meanwhile, stood at the head of the stairs and looked down at the two wet people, blocking their way.

"Step aside!" Dennis growled, staring at me in disgust.

Was I heartbroken? I didn't know. The only thing I knew was that my eyes hurt more than my heart because they had witnessed how the man I loved took care of someone else instead of myself.

"Dennis, back when we got married, you promised your grandfather that you wouldn't take her here, as long as we were still married." This house was the only place Dennis and I shared and lived together. I was generous enough to share Dennis with Olivia for countless nights, but how dared she contaminate the only place fully belonging to me!

"Ha!" Dennis gave a sneer suddenly, shoved me aside and growled, "Clara, you're flattering yourself."

He laughed in my face and took Olivia into the guest room, while I watched them like an onlooker.

This was meant to be a chaotic night.

Olivia, a fragile girl, was running a fever now since she had been in the rain for some time. Dennis, the loving caretaker, changed her clothes and rubbed her body with a cold towel. Probably I was an eyesore to him, and he ordered after darting a glance at me, "Sleep in the George Residence tonight. Olivia can't go anywhere like this."

Did Dennis just ask me to go back to the George Residence at midnight? Wow, I was really an eyesore to him.

Staring at him, I actually didn't know what to say to remind him how far the George Residence was, or how late it was now, or how unsafe it was for a woman to go there at this time. However, he couldn't care less. The only thing he cared was that my existence would interfere with Olivia's needed rest.

I choked back the tears and calmed myself down, saying, "I'll sleep in the bedroom. It's... too late for me to go there now!"

Just because he didn't love me, that didn't mean I didn't need to love myself. Therefore, I turned around and left the guest room, but ran into Mario Bennett in the corridor, who just arrived and was still in his black pajamas. He might have been in a rush, so he didn't change his shoes, and his clothes were almost wet.

The corridor was not a wide one, so we bumped into each other. Surprised, he pulled his collar up and explained, "Miss Kennedy, I'm here to treat Olivia."

Mario was Dennis' best friend. It was said that if a woman wanted to know whether a man took her seriously, all she needed to do was see how his friends treated her. Sometimes, a woman didn't even need to check his friends' attitude towards her. She just needed to know how they called her. I, Clara Kennedy, seemed to always have only one title, "Miss Kennedy". It sounded so polite but distant!

It was these details that cast me into an unfathomable abyss of depression. I gave a wry smile, stepped aside and replied, "Well, go ahead."

Sometimes I just envied Olivia. It took her a few tears to get attention and love, but it took me a lot of hard work and I still got nothing.

I came back to the bedroom, got some fresh clothes and went to the living room. At this time, Mario had already taken Olivia's temperature and given her some aspirin. He walked downstairs and gave a dry smile at the sight of me in the living room. "It's late now. Time to go to bed, Miss Kennedy."

"I will in a while." I passed the clothes in my hands to him. "You're wet, and it's still raining outside. Get changed before you leave, in case you catch a cold."

Mario might be surprised that I would offer him some fresh clothes. He paused for a moment and forced a smile. "Don't bother.

I'm strong and I'll be alright."

I stuffed the clothes into his arms and explained, "Dennis has never worn these, and they still have those tags on. You two are about the same size, so they'll fit well." Having said that, I went upstairs and returned to the bedroom.

I didn't do this to show kindness. In fact, back when my grandmother was ill, Mario operated on her. If it weren't for the Dennis family, Mario, as an internationally famous surgeon, wouldn't have performed an operation on my grandmother in person.

Therefore, I did this in return for his help.

The morning after a stormy night was bright and sunny, while the air was filled with the fragrance of the earth. I was a morning person. When I went downstairs after washing up, I saw both Dennis and Olivia in the kitchen.

Wearing a black apron, Dennis was standing at the stove, frying eggs. He looked no longer sharp or stern, but like a dear husband.

Olivia's dark and sparkling eyes were wandering over his body. It might be because her fever was just gone, and now she still had those rosy cheeks, looking cute and charming.

"Dennis, I want my eggs well done." Olivia stuffed a strawberry into Dennis' mouth as she spoke and went on, "But not too well done, or it'll taste a little bitter."

Chewing the strawberry, Dennis threw a loving glance at her but remained silent.

These two beautiful people were indeed a perfect match. Their interactions were so sweet and romantic, and anyone would find this scene fascinating to watch.

"They are made for each other, aren't they?" A male voice came from behind me. I looked back in surprise and saw it was Mario.

Now I realized that Dennis wouldn't have let him go since it was raining so heavily last night and more importantly, Olivia was running a fever.

"Good morning!" I greeted him with a smile and my gaze fell upon his clothes, which were the ones I had given him last night.

Mario noticed it and raised his eyebrows, grinning, "They do fit well. Thank you."

I shook my head. "You're welcome." I bought the clothes for Dennis, but he never touched them.

Probably having heard our voices, Olivia called out to us, "Clara, Mario, you're awake! Dennis made scrambled egg. Come and eat with us!" She sounded like the hostess of the household.

I gave a faint smile. "Don't bother. Have some bread and milk in the fridge I bought yesterday. I hope you'll get well soon." After all, I had lived in this house for two years. Besides, Dennis and I shared the ownership of it.

I might be weak, but I would never allow anyone else to take over my house.

Olivia was astonished to hear me say that, her eyes darkening all of a sudden. She looked back at Dennis and whispered, pulling at his clothes, "Dennis, I put myself first last night and disturbed your night. Could you ask her to stay and have breakfast with us? Consider that my apology, will you?"

I was speechless. This, again, was the proof that some people could get the things effortlessly others vying for by playing weak.

Dennis, at first, couldn't care less about my appearance. Now that Olivia asked, he glanced back at me and ordered in a cold voice, "Join us!"

Did it hurt? I was just used to it and nodded with a smile. "Thank you!"

I could never say no to Dennis, because I had fallen in love with him when I first met him, and I couldn't change that this life.

It was a great privilege, as well as the first time, for me to have the food cooked by Dennis. The food, scrambled egg and oatmeal, was ordinary but special at the same time. To my point of view, Dennis was some man blessed by God, and he was born to rule the world.

"Clara, have a taste of Dennis' scrambled egg. It smells so good. When we're together, he always cooks it for me." Olivia put some egg on my plate as she spoke before she put some on Dennis' plate and said with a grin, "Dennis, you promised me you would watch the flowers with me in NJ Avenue. Don't go back on your word."

"I won't!" Dennis agreed as he ate breakfast elegantly. He was a man of few words, but he never said no to Olivia.