Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 1118

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.

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.