I had never thought of leaving Clarie and I would never do that.
Dennis, sitting beside me, patted my hands, “No one will force you if you don’t want Clarie to be taken away. Honey, it’s late, let’s sleep.”
But I felt that he was hiding something from me.
…
After Driving Clarie to school, I received a call from Hank.
I didn’t answer, but I did.
“What?”
I didn’t want to have connection with him since we had been taken photos not long ago.
“Are you a person who never fulfills her promise?” He said with a low voice.
I was confused, “What do you mean?”
“You promised to cook for me this month and you forgot?” He sounded a little angry.
Right. I had been so busy these days that I forgot it.
But since Mario wanted to take Clarie away, I had to figure out a way to prevent. No time to cook for him.
I hadn’t thought he took it seriously and let me to fulfill it.
“Hank, please set me free. I have other things to do.” I felt like being cornered in a dead end and lost my way.
He was silent for a while, then sneered ironically, “Set you free? When did I hold you?”
A headache occurred to me suddenly, I pulled the car over on roadside, hung up the phone, and turned it off.
I recovered myself for a while.
I didn’t know what was wrong with me these days, too easily upset by trivial things. Or often in a mood to vomit.
I got out of the car to get some fresh air.
Then Nova appeared, wearing a long camel windbreaker, she came forward, "What a coincidence! Do you want to talk?"
I shook my head, leaving.
She blocked my way, “You don’t want the child to return to the Bennet family. Me neither. So, can we talk?”
I thought for a while, and nodded.
We went to a café nearby.
She seemed glamorous due to the makeup.
After a few steps from the coffee shop, I felt nauseous.
Squatting on the side of the road, I spit out everything in my stomach. I felt feeble.
It seemed that I became feebler recently.
When I went back to the villa, I did nothing but sat on the balcony, feeling the cold wind.
If Dennis hadn't come back, I probably would have forgotten what I was doing.
He carried me to the bedroom, and put a blanket on me. He was furious, "Are you a child? Don't you know how to take care of yourself? "
Looking up at him, I suddenly recognized that it was already late autumn, and the weather was getting cold.
Looking at him, I wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my head in his arms. I said gently, "Dennis, sit with me for a while."
His anger disappeared, and looked at me tenderly, "What's the matter?"
I was having a bad headache. "It's okay. Just sit with me for a while."
From HL Area to City P, I had thought that everything would have developed in a good direction. But I had ignored Hank and Mario.
I had been taking care of Clarie for four years. In my heart, she was like my own child. Her existence made me almost forget my dead child. But after returning to City P, almost everyone was reminding me that my painful past with Dennis, which was unbearable to recall.
It seemed that Dennis understood my feelings. He held me in his arms and hugged me tightly, echoing my silence.
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