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Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 320

We left home to get on the road early. The two kids were energetic as if they never felt tired, and they didn’t ask us to hug them at all. We had been chatting and joking along the way before we arrived at the destination.

The church was indeed beautiful. Nathan led Clarie Bear inside, and she knelt down to say her first-ever prayers. She acted so respectfully and it was such a solemn scene.

“Sometimes she does act like a grownup!” Nathan sighed, next to me, “Just too mature for a kid.”

I pursed my lips and looked up at a statue in the front. I didn’t kneel or say a prayer. Thirty years had passed, I had seen life and death, gone through ups and downs, and had lost a lot of loved ones along the way.

However, I didn’t lose anything else.

“Let’s prayer together, Clara.”

Nathan raised his eyebrows and spoke.

I smiled lightly, paused for a second, and said lightly, “I don’t think saying a prayer would make the past better. The dead rest in peace and the living continue on with their lives. It’s all fate.”

Clarie got up and ran towards me, and then she looked at me and said, “Is there anyone you would like to meet, mama? Pray, and God will lead us to them in our dreams.”

I smiled lightly, took the lit candle in her hand, and smiled, “Sweetie, the person mommy wants to meet, I always see them in my dreams. Don’t worry!”

Clarie Bear tilted her head and nodded, seeming to understand. And then she looked at Nathan and said, “What about you, Uncle Nathan? Did you pray?”

Nathan held the candle in his hand and said, smiling, “I did, for you and Joey to grow up happily and healthily.”

When we came out of the church, it seemed that it was going to rain, and there were dark clouds and a cold wind.

Nathan handed me the jacket, “It’s chilly, don’t catch a cold.”

I didn’t raise my hand to take it from him, I just smiled, “I am good. Don’t worry about it.”

He frowned and draped the jacket over my shoulders.

Clarie Bear pulled Joey and whispered, “Joey, does your dad like me?”

Joey wasn’t talkative as always. He just looked up at Nathan and shook his head, “I don’t know.”

The kids’ language was always so straightforward.

Nathan smiled, emphasizing his answer.

I gazed at the jacket over my shoulder, and my emotions were very light. Friends would care about each other the way Nathan and I did each other. It didn’t mean that we liked each other.

On the way back, it was getting a little dark. We ate something nearby the church, and both Clarie and Joey fell asleep.

Nathan drove us back home. He parked the car at the gate of the yard, and got out, ready to carry Clarie inside.

I said, “You don’t have to. It’s getting late, you should take Joey back and get some rest. It’s been a fun day!”

Nathan was slightly stunned but nodded. A man in his forties had a different way of handling things than a boy in his twenties.

A woman’s polite refusal was the best respect for them.

The ambiguity among the twenty-somethings was warm and romantic, but that among the thirty and forty-somethings might be veiled under those common things in life, like a nod or smile.

Holding Clarie in my arm, I saw Nathan off. My phone rang, it was Dennis. I switched to holding Clarie in the other arm, so I could pick up the call.

“Would you feel it abrupt if I show up at this time?” The man’s voice was low, magnetic, and sexy.

I looked forwards the yard subconsciously, and sure enough, in the alley, Dennis was standing there under the dim streetlights in a high-class and elegant suit.

There was a black Mercedes-Benz parked beside him, and he looked at me with deep eyes, steady and restrained.

In the past four years, Dennis had become more stable and noble, and his natural temperament had become more attractive.

“I need you to hold the baby for me!” I said to the phone. My keys were still in my purse, Clarie Bear was asleep, I was holding the phone again, so I couldn’t reach for the keys.

She was also calm, “You don’t have to be this way. My father has been put behind bars, and now I am no threat to you anymore. I know that I offended a lot of people by being arrogant and domineering in the past, and everyone hates me in my gut. But I have to make a living, and the hotel is all I’ve got now. I don’t want our work relationship to be so embarrassing for everyone.”

“It’s just lunch. I don’t mean for us to shake hands, make peace, and be friends. Let’s just fake it till we make it.”

I pursed my lips and smiled, “You are being straightforward.”

Antonia shrugged, “It’s come to a point where nothing I do would make a difference, so I just compromise and try to get by.”

“Okay! Let’s go!” I nodded but didn’t feel anything.

There were not as many decent restaurants in the HL Area, but Antonia did find a restaurant with a good environment. And we just finished ordering.

Antonia looked at me, “Since you are Link Kennedy’s daughter, why don’t you announce your relationship with Dennis openly and aboveboard?”

I was stunned for a moment - I was a little surprised by her random question, “What the heck are you talking about?”

“The fiancée of Dennis George and his mistress - It’s making huge noise in City P. Haven’t you heard?”

She looked at me with a sort of disbelief.

I took a sip of water and said, “It’s nothing of your business whatever relationship I have with Dennis. You are just an outsider, I don’t owe you an explanation.”

She shrugged, “You must feel dignified and shameful about the fact that you haven’t been publicly acknowledged. This is why you are lashing out at me for this.”

Her words were unpleasant.

I frowned, “If you want to know more about gossip, you should have spent your lunchtime watching showbiz news.”

I lost my appetite, so I got up.

She followed, and her voice sounded upset, “Dennis guards Olivia Pearson, and you can’t hurt her. And you can’t hurt that actress Bernice Miller either, because she’s always by his side at different events. So you just messed with me because I was the easy target. Clara Kennedy, why do you have to sabotage my happiness when you couldn't have yours?”

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