Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 1003

It is probably because of this that we used to spend so much time apart when faced with a man like Hank.

When I think of this, I suddenly feel a little more guilty, if I could have figured it out earlier, maybe I wouldn't have let each other at this age, but no children around.

This feeling makes me uneasy, like a virus that has been implanted, every cell in my body is resisting, yet I still can't help but feel sorry.

I really didn't want to get confused and looked over at Hank, "Hank, I want to see a psychiatrist."

The first time I mentioned this, Hank looked stunned, put down the knife and fork in his hand, looked at me seriously and said, "I did know something about psychotherapy before, also consulted a professional doctor, psychotherapy is mainly for patients with heart disorders, you have memory loss because of the accident, rash treatment, at most, can only play a supporting role, the effect will not be too good. "

The waiter came up with the food and waited for him to leave before Hank continued, "Why did you suddenly think of this? Did something happen? Don't push yourself too hard."

I thought about it and put my head down a little lost, "I just want to find myself and don't want to keep living with the shadow of another person on my back."

Hank smiled, did not answer, lowered his eyes deep in thought for a moment, before raising his head loose, "Since you have decided, I support, after returning tonight, contact the psychiatrist, but I still say, do not hold too much hope, we will come to a long time."

"Good." I looked at him excitedly, it didn't matter how small the chance was, as long as I could try, I was unwilling to lose even one second of my memory.

"Let's eat." Hank hooked his lips, a faint smile under his eyes.

......

After dinner it was already dark, foggy and drizzly.

It's only early autumn and it's raining all the time in City P. It's inexplicably irritating.

Walking back to the car, my hair was wet from the rain, Hank drove the car, slowing down, talking to me from time to time and making small talk.

Driving out of the city, through an intersection, Hank slammed on the brakes, but suddenly found that no matter how to step on the car did not slow down the traces of speed, but increasingly fast.

Hank tried to pull the handbrake, but due to the speed of the car, simply can not pull up, the car is like an arrow off the string, an uncontrollable loss of control, in the blink of an eye, through the red light sped away.

Hank's face sank, while desperately honking the horn to warn vehicles pedestrians, while shouting, "Clara, the brakes are broken, I try to control, you jump out of the car, if late, it will be too late!"

I have found anomalies at this point, the intersection behind us because we forced through, more than a dozen cars blocked in the middle, the oncoming car also noticed that the car is too fast, all agile dodge.

Clutching the seat belt tightly, I also followed the tension, "No, I can not leave you!"

Instead of being touched by the words, Hank showed his unprecedented anger, "I told you to run! You were saved by my life, I will not allow you to be in danger!"

The situation is critical, I simply do not have time to think about the hidden meaning of his words, a gritted teeth, pressed the door switch, and jumped hard to the grass on the side of the road.

The good thing is that the grass vegetation is soft, I was lucky to have only minor injuries, nothing serious.

Thinking of Hank, who was still in the car, I hurriedly got up to catch up in the direction the car was going, and stood up violently, but heard a loud "bang", Hank's car had hit the guardrail and overturned on its side.

I quickly ran over, found the driver's seat, got down on the ground and checked Hank's injuries through the car window, "Hank, are you okay!"

Hank's head was bleeding, his eyes were vacant, he opened his mouth, but nothing came out, blinked, seemed to recognize me, and then he passed out.

I then fumbled to take out the phone and prepare to call an ambulance, "120? I have someone injured here, the address is ......"

Fortunately, this is not far from the city, the ambulance came in less than ten minutes.

Hank was taken into the operating room and I waited outside in the hallway, fidgeting.

Two hours later, the red light went out and the doctor pushed the door and appeared.

I immediately went up and asked after the situation, "Doctor, is the patient's injury serious?"

"The airbag protection is in place, all are traumatic injuries, the surgery has been stitched up, but still need to be hospitalized for a period of observation."

The heart that was raised could finally be put down, "Thank you, doctor."

The smile on Hank's face was suddenly curtailed and he said with a subdued expression, "We are not an unmarried couple."

At this moment I actually regret a little, so seriously look directly into his eyes.

But I was even more helpless, obviously cheated by him, I just could not blame him, but instead put my head down and avoided his gaze, "Well, I know."

"You don't have to hold back if you're angry? Or do you not want to talk to me anymore?" Hank sounded sincere and acted honestly, not flustered in the least.

I thought for a moment before saying to myself, "If you had the intention to hide it, you wouldn't have allowed me to hang out with Folly, besides, you saved my life, you took care of me for six years, I owe you my whole life."

For a moment, Hank nodded slightly and did not retort.

I poured a glass of warm water and handed it over, "It's just that I'm curious as to why you fabricated our relationship."

Hank laughed, "In that situation, if I hadn't said that, you would have believed me and let me continue to take care of it?"

A person who forgets everything means the whole world is strange and scary, and besides, all the medical care felt that we were in that kind of relationship, and by saying that, Hank eliminated a lot of corroboration and gave me no reason to doubt at least until I was discharged.

The uneasiness at the time is still palpitating when I think about it again, and I have to say that Hank observed it very carefully.

So it seems that Hank did do this for my sake.

Therefore, I nodded, didn't pursue the matter and continued to satisfy the question in my mind, "So what, am I the Clara Folly was talking about or not?"

Hank looked at me without any hesitation in his eyes, "I already gave you the answer."

I froze for a moment, the illusion in my mind extinguished, "I know."

Much like, but not.