Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1157 It's a blessing in disguise

Toby's Facebook response was delayed, but instead he waited for Deborah.

Leo's attack made the headlines on the society page, and although he wasn't named, Deborah still saw

the clues from the supercar at the scene of the accident, and after some inquiries, came straight to the

hospital.

Originally, I was going to wait for Leo's fever to go down before informing her, so as not to worry,

suddenly saw her pushing the door in, for a while did not know what to say, at a loss, stood up.

Deborah didn't notice me too much, checked on Leo's condition, and was relieved to confirm that he

was alive and well.

"I should have been told yesterday." Afraid of waking Leo, her voice was only just loud enough to be

heard.

Not sure how much of a complaint that was, but I felt ashamed of myself and put my head down, "Hug

......"

"I'm his wife." Deborah interrupted me and looked seriously at Leo on the hospital bed, his seemingly

calm face hiding a sheer sense of affection, and teased, "If he knows I'm this late, he'll inevitably nag

me for a while again."

The image of Deborah in my eyes has always been independent and tough, but at this moment, she

looked so gentle, just a slight smile, the whole world can be healed as if.

I seem to understand how they were able to make it work. In Leo's long, spontaneous life, Deborah

was his harbor.

No blame, no complaints, she knows that Leo will not make it difficult for me, it will never mention, three

or two sentences will be husband and wife, to dispel my worries.

I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about.

"You go back first, I'll watch here." Deborah said, "Don't turn around and wait for him to wake up, but

you're exhausted."

Not to mention okay, mention the feeling of sleepiness came up, thinking to give them more time

together as a couple should, did not say more, a simple explanation of some things to go back first.

The day has dawned, the car passed through the road, can still vaguely see the sharp brake under the

tires and the ground scratches, Leo fell down, blood stains have been cleaned, but I smelled the

familiar fishy salty smell from the air, involuntarily frowned, still have palpitations.

I took a hot shower and intended to get a good night's sleep to replenish my strength, but perhaps the

impact of the scene I saw last night was too strong, and as soon as I lay down on the bed the image of

Leo being beaten was in my head, and I simply could not sleep.

Leo's mouth has always been very picky, outside the mountains and sea food do not love, preferring

me this half-assed craft, said there is a special taste.

After two hours of preparation, I looked at my phone when I was leaving the house, Toby did not hear

anything back, I don't know if he didn't see the message, or if it was read on purpose.

Which, is not a good thing.

When we arrived at the hospital, the anesthetic had worn off and Leo was talking to Deborah, "That's

why it's good to have a wife, you can't move while lying down and still have someone to wait on, it's

worth it in life~"

Deborah still didn't give a damn, "Looks like you're not hurting enough."

The tense nerves of the heart can not help but relax, fortunately, can still joke.

Deep breath, plucked up enough courage, which carried the insulated lunch box into the, pretending to

be unusual general hitch, "So, in that case, there are wives do not need me as a sister, sad ah, in vain I

also personally cooked your favorite dishes ~"

Once the stuff was put on the table, I realized that both Leo and Deborah were looking at me, their

eyes collided, the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while, and my forced, innocent smile gradually

became stiff.

Finally, I couldn't pretend, so I sighed, showing my original face of guilt, rubbed my hands together, and

lowered my head, not daring to look Leo in the eye.

Finally it was Leo who spoke up to break the silence, "Why don't you say anything, it's not like I'm Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

dying."

"Ow!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Deborah slapped her thigh hard, "Don't talk if you don't know how to

talk!"

Leo sucked in a cool breath of pain and held his eyebrows in protest, "I'm a patient, can you be more

gentle?"

Deborah was indifferent and casually took an apple and peeled it.

Leo was bored, so he looked for a step in me, "Ignore your sister-in-law, she is jealous, jealous, what is

good to do, quickly take out."

I hurriedly raised the bed table to set things out, "boiled some porridge, and two light small dishes, the

doctor said, to avoid the mouth."

Not surprisingly, the next few months, Leo can not enjoy the blessings of the mouth.

Probably because he didn't want to add to my guilt, Leo didn't mind at all, he scooped up a spoon full of

shredded chicken congee and sent it to his mouth, "Well ~ there is progress, why don't you just take

care of your brother's sick meals in the future, Clara?"

A sour nose, subconsciously nodded his head into a rattle, "Good, every day to you to do with a

different pattern."

Leo calmly accepted, "Then old brother thanks in advance, haha ......"

Deborah shook her head and deliberately teased him, "Some people, others can't even touch a hair on

his sister's head, but in private they have no manners at all, they just know to take advantage~"

Leo is not annoyed, playfully selling his good behavior, stretching his neck to flirt with her in turn, "Hey,

if you are willing to cook for me, I can also be reluctant to take advantage of you."

The words made Deborah a blank stare, Leo immediately conceded, side-stepped a bit and continued

to bury his head in the porridge.

The atmosphere is so relaxed that I have the illusion that nothing has happened, as if Leo had not had

an accident and his hand was intact, he is still the same elegant but bitchy nobleman in front of those

close to him, and any time I am bullied, I will not hesitate to stand up and beat the other side hard.

But I know in my heart that this is another kind of consideration that the couple gave me, under the

surface of the calm, there is something blocked in each other's hearts after all.

Just when I thought that for a short time it would be the agreed tacit agreement to avoid the topic of

injuries, Leo took the unusual step of starting the conversation.

"Benjamin, this kid, can't fight, then play dirty, next time, next time I will definitely not let him have the

opportunity to do evil." Leo said as he ate, and when he didn't hold it steady, the porridge got on his

face.

Deborah sighed helplessly and moved roughly to wipe him, and he ducked back with great force.

"Don't move." She simply used both hands, telling him not to move, rubbing them one after another,

and finally checking left and right with intent, before releasing them with satisfaction.

Leo frowned, after regaining freedom and began to talk eloquently, "play with me unexpectedly, but

also do not ask around, I Leo is how to live today, and the group of black people, sooner or later a pot."

He said, spitting darkly.

Deborah gagged him with a peeled apple, "They say you learn from your mistakes, what, you really

want to get your left hand involved?"

Leo took a bite and removed the apple, staring at her sarcastically, wanting to retort, but seemingly

realizing something and swallowing his words sickly over the apple.

Although I know she didn't mean to deliberately target me, I can't help but feel sad for Leo's right hand.

Probably distracted by the negativity of our two, Deborah spat with hatred, "It's better to lose your right

hand than to lose your life, isn't it?"