Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1118 - Borrowing the Light from the Children

This was said looking at Dennis.

Although the family is usually a happy and happy, there is no time to be anxious, but really encountered

a problem, the children are clear in their hearts, to take care of the old father is the first priority.

Dennis acted calmly, calmly pulled his hand away from my shoulder, sat upright on the couch, lifted his

lips, and said, "Come sit down."

Clarie nodded, went to Dennis' left hand side of the sofa and sat down, silent and thinking for a while,

before she had the courage to look up at him and speak with a broken heart.

"Daddy, mommy, the matter of the clubhouse was not well thought out, I did not inform you and mother

in time to seek your both opinions, I took the initiative, short-sighted, and gave you trouble, the whole

thing was my idea from the beginning to the end, I will take full responsibility, I promise, in the future

there will not be such a thing."

The words are earnest and reflective, and it is clear that Clarie has really learned from her mistakes.

Only everything is rational, Clarie is still small, technical mistakes, there are long long days, despite to

carve, Dennis most important is not this.

The psychological dependence on the family, the trust from the heart, the time of trouble together,

these should live in the bones of the child's nature, perhaps early in so many years of mathematical

and physical formulas, was worn away.

She analyzes the problem rationally and finds the right answer that is pertinent and practical, but fails in

the human world.

Dennis' face was impassive, clearly not satisfied with this explanation.

In his eyes, Clarie and Snowy are no different, all because I love the house, even if Mario used to be

his best brother, ranking ahead of him in his daughter's heart, is inexcusable.

For a long time, Clarie and I were waiting for Dennis to speak, but the atmosphere became a little bit

awkward, and he didn't seem to have any intention to speak.

I did not want to spoil the enthusiasm of the child's initiative and was about to speak, but Dennis did not

move his hand to hold me down and frowned slightly, indicating that I should not give him any trouble.

"Since you know you're wrong, just correct it properly in the future, Dad and Mom believe you can do a

good job." Dennis's tone was extremely cold, with no intention of bringing up Mario at all.

But there are some things, even if not mentioned, is also a tacit agreement in everyone's mind exists at

the pass.

"Mario" is like a subtle rope, hanging between them, both father and daughter, both quietly with the

force, can not be seen and touched, but neither will let go first.

"Hmm." Clarie nodded and swallowed, clearly wanting to make one more effort for her trusted

benefactor, but looking at Dennis's unapproachable look, she didn't know how to speak.

This suffocating atmosphere is really blocking, I can not look at some, so I pretend to get up, towards

the wine cabinet, "want a drink? You can sleep better at night?"

"Hmm." Dennis responded faintly. Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Remove the two tall glasses, open the wine, sometimes still in the living room on their father and

daughter, said to himself, "Clarie is still small, later ask Nanny to brew a cup of hot milk, the wine

should not drink."

"Yes mom." Clarie's voice was small, only barely audible from where I was, perhaps facing Dennis

alone was more or less as stressful for her as it was for Jamie.

Drinking was a pretense to lighten the mood, and fearing that the atmosphere would become more

stagnant, I poured only a small half glass, took the glass, and went back to sit down.

Just as he handed Dennis his drink, Clarie stood up.

"Mom and Dad, that's all said and done, then I won't disturb your rest, I'll go back first."

"Just go back?" I was a little surprised, how could she be willing to leave before her real intention to

come had been expressed?

Clarie pursed her lips and smiled, "I'm a little sleepy after a long day."

Since this is the case, I can't stay much longer, "Well then, go to bed if you're tired, you can get up later

tomorrow, mom still says that, with your family behind you, don't push yourself too hard, you've always

been a very good kid, you don't need any success to prove it, okay?"

"I understand, thanks mom, good night."

"Good night."

With that, Clarie turned around and walked out, gently closing the door behind her.

Dennis as if nothing had happened, squeezing the glass in his hand, slowly shaking the sober, the light

shining down from the top of his head, visible obscure corners of his mouth raised upwards, looking

extremely leisurely.

"It's not hard for you to break your daughter's heart at all." I deliberately teased, turned my head and

drank the wine clean in one gulp.

Dennis reached out and grabbed the glass and put it on the coffee table out of my reach with a smile in

his eyes, "What's so sad about that, I can't wait to be happy."

"Happy?" I was dumbfounded, in the eyes of men are feeling bullying girls, is expressing their love,

"Dennis, how about enrolling you in a class? Learn how to be a good father?"

Clarie is still a child in the true sense of the word, and can not be treated as an adult, expressing love

and expectations, suppressive like, adults still have a high probability of getting the opposite effect, let

alone children.

"And I have to go learn the necessity?" Dennis said complacently, "Can't you see that the scales,

Clarie, have tipped in our favor."

"Did you?" I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about, "But none of you just mentioned me

Mario did you?"

"Indeed not." Dennis looked up, a small sip of red wine, throat knot up and down, rolling extremely

rhythmic, bright red liquid to wet the lips, before speaking again unhurriedly, "between vouching for

Mario, and disobeying our will, silence, is Clarie's answer, without anyone prodding, forcing, and

arriving at the answer. "

He paused at this point and turned his head to look at me with a deeper smile on his face, "This is

enough to show that in Clarie's heart, you and I still carry no less weight than Mario, and isn't it worth

being happy that the child has you and me in his heart?"

I'm a little teary-eyed, this comment sounds so reasonable, and not in the ordinary sense of

reasonable, more like a big bet, and Dennis won the bet.

"In that case, is Mario still going to be sent away?" I asked.

Dennis' expression changed subtly, the glass in his hand had less than a sip left, but stubbornly

clashed against the wall of the glass, as if his heart was inside.

"Send, why not?" Dennis looked slyly directly in front of himself, "but also have to give Clarie face,

there is a villa in the far suburbs, let him go over, can no longer live nearby."

Said, looking at me suddenly became serious eyes, so that people can not help but follow the tension.

"When Hank's business is over, don't worry about the side things, take time to stay home more, stay

with a few children, they are still young, feelings more cultivated, and they all come back."

It is false to say that I am not moved, but perhaps it is too stress-free to face Dennis like the real one,

so he jokes him unexpectedly, "Are you sure, I stay at home with the children, not with the children's

father?"

"Oh ......" Dennis laughed lowly, "Consider me borrowing the light from the kids ......"