Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 382

“Due to my humble origin, I was lucky when I married Dennis even if I knew that he loved Olivia, not me. On a thunderstorm night, he would drive for hours to console her. I was frightened of the thunder and I could only curl my body in my room.”

Those memories were like old videotapes. You wouldn’t think of them normally. But when you played them, they were crystal clear.

Leo wanted to say something but silenced himself suddenly.

I turned back. Right, Dennis was there.

Leo said hello and left.

Clarrie was playing with the dog in the yard.

Only me and Dennis were in the sitting room.

I lowered my head.

I had no idea how much had gone into his ears.

He put a coat upon me, “Winter is coming and you should wear more.”

He said in a very charming voice.

I nodded and put it on.

He lit a cigarette.

I frowned.

He smoked very rarely.

There seemed to be big trouble with his company.

“I wonder whether it will snow.” I broke the silence.

He smoked, clamped the cigarette butt in his slender fingers, and looked extraordinarily elegant.

“I will watch the snow with you at night.”

Born in the South, I had seen snow but not heavy snow, which could cover the whole world with whiteness. It must be beautiful.

I walked to him and smiled, “That’s nice. I have never spent a whole night watching the snow. I am thrilled.”

He looked at me.

He smelled good.

“Clara, you needn’t see the people you don’t want to see.”

I looked at his deep, black eyelashes.

I took the cigarette from his hand and took a smoke myself. It was tolerable.

Dennis said, “When you left me four years ago, I went back to the vacuous villa and felt very lonely. Sometimes at night, I heard the crying of our baby and the groaning of you. It seemed that I was strangled by someone and I was almost smothered. Toby advised me to move out but I didn’t. The house was devoid of you but at least remained the memory related to you.”

He continued, “Clara, our souls are broken. And I would never leave you.”

I looked up at him.

He put his finger upon his heart, “No one, other than you, has ever stepped in here.”

I took a deep breath and realized that I could drown myself in the past.

I sat up and said, “Leave me alone for a while.”

It suddenly occurred to me that I couldn’t hate Luna because she was my mother.

If it was me rather than Olivia who had returned to the Lewis family, things would be different.

Olivia was innocent. So was Luna. So was Dennis.

They did everything for the one they loved and you couldn’t hate them for that.

Dennis wanted to say something but I stopped him.

You couldn’t dig too deep.

I went to the bedroom and locked myself in it.