Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 275

I nodded, noticing how carefully he placed the omelette on Alex's plate. I wondered how these two people got together.

Seeing me staring at him, Luis pursed his lips. “You don’t like it?”

I shook my head and changed the subject. “Did Leo put a girl in your company?”

He thought for a moment and said, “You mean that little girl named Jessica?”

I nodded, “Yes!”

He took a sip of milk and said, “I don't know yet. Leo said it was your idea, so I accepted.”

I…

I never said that before.

Seeing me frowning, he said, “She’ll come today. Do you need me to take care of her?”

I shook my head. “No. I was just asking.”

He was in a hurry to get to the office, so he left early. After breakfast, Alex and I hurried to the hospital.

In the hospital.

In the gynecological consultation room.

As Alexheld Clariana, I sat across from the gynecologist’s office and said awkwardly, “Doc, it’s been four months since I had my baby. But the baby died early, so the milk ran out. I want to promote lactation now. Is that still possible?”

The doctor was a woman of about fifty. She looked at Alex, who was standing next to me, and the baby in his arms and said, “Normally we can’t do that, but of course it’s possible. But it depends on the physical condition of each person.”

After a pause, she continued, "We don’t recommend that you get a special galactagogue. But you can try to let your husband suck them, and with a reasonable diet, there might be signs of milk secretion.”

It took me a long time to realize what she meant, and I blushed. But after thinking about it, I said, “What should I eat?”

“Eat more food that stimulates mammary gland secretion. Drink more prolactin soup. I don’t have any prolactin soup here, but I can prescribe some Chinese medicine for you. Some people get massages, but we don’t recommend it. It’s been four months, and improper massage can damage the breast and do you harm. I still suggest you ask your husband for help, and of course you can let your baby try.”

With that, the gynecologist looked down and wrote a prescription, then handed it to me. “Remember to pay attention to keep a good mood and sleep well, so the effect will be better!”

I nodded, thanked her and left the hospital.

Alex coughed and said, “Forget it! It’ll be bad for your health. Clariana had been drinking milk powder for three months, and though she is a little sick, she is actually fine.”

I looked at the pills in my hand and said, “Clariana is my baby. If I can breastfeed her, why not? I’m going to try it anyway. You don’t want her to grow up sick all the time, do you?”

He nodded, “You’re right. But didn’t the doctor say that? It is not only harmful to you, but also troublesome.”

“Come on!” Without saying much to him, I took the Clariana in his arms and got into the car.

He got into the driver’s seat and tried to say something, but he looked out of the car and paused for a moment.

I looked down and saw a woman in a hospital gown at the foot of the inpatient building, and a man in a black suit was as cold and resolute as ever.

Apparently, the man came to see the woman and accompany her for a walk.

Alex looked at me, frowning. “What’s going on with you and Dennis?”

“Come down, let's talk!” He said in a low voice.

“Let’s take a rain check. I don’t feel like moving today.” We were going to fight anyway, so we might as well wait a few days for each other to cool off.

“I’ll come up!”

I…

“Wait!” Reluctantly, I got dressed and went downstairs.

I was surprised he even knew about this place. It was not very cold in Newton Town. Dennis was wearing a black sweater and a dark coat. He was still leaning icily against the car, lighting his cigarette with a spark on the end of his finger.

“What’s the matter?” I didn’t know if it was the potion, but I felt grumpy.

When he saw me, he put his cigarette into a trash can. He straightened up and took off his coat and threw it over me. “Why don't you wear more?”

“What do you want? Just say it.” I didn’t have the patience to chat with him here.

He frowned, “Come back to T Villas.”

“I’ve got things to do.” I said, ripping off my coat and handing it to him. “I’m fine here.”

It was exhausting to go back and see him face to face.

He frowned and said angrily, “Clara, you're married. Don’t you know you’re someone’s wife? Is it okay for you to live with two men like this?”

“No!” Looking up at him, I said casually, “Dennis, I told you, if you don’t like it, you can divorce me. I can sign it anytime.”