Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1087 The Behemoth That Will Awaken

"The bar?" I blurted out before Dennis could speak, my subconscious mind overwhelmed with

memories of that rainy season.

This time the pat on the shoulder is more obvious, can confirm Dennis's intention to soothe, but I just

look at Clarie can not open his eyes, do not do any reaction.

Diana was like a seed that had fallen off a cliff. She was independent and became an adult, and

became the youngest bar owner in Newton Town.

It's just that fate didn't show Diana any mercy in the end, and she fell at the best age.

The thought of this makes the heart feel like it's being tied up in vines, trapped and suffocated.

I was afraid that Clarie would follow the same path as Diana, open a bar, become a boss, meet a

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"Yes mom." Clarie had light in her eyes, blazing and sincere, "When I was abroad, I also went to many

bars with my classmates and have been very interested, I hope to build a place similar to a club, which

can maintain the atmosphere and ensure privacy, where customers can both enjoy relaxing and talk

about secretive topics without fear, before I have investigated the relevant data on the internet I found

that there are no such comprehensive bars in China, so there should be a great prospect for

development."

Folly was overjoyed, "Girl, you're a pleasant surprise, bold and to my liking! I vote for this project!"

Brady propped up his chin against the back of the sofa, actually did not oppose her, but always looked

in the direction of Clarie, the eyes of the shrewd call out, small calculations are all written on the face.

According to this person's style of action, if they really look at Clarie, will certainly take advantage of

Folly's time to take care of the side attack, probably in the end Folly even when they lost, lost in where

do not know.

This was all an afterthought, right now I was only concerned about Clarie's heart, more nervous than

anyone else in the room, yet afraid that the child would see it, clumsily suppressing it, barely keeping

my voice calm, and asking, "Clarie, tell mommy, is there any other reason you want to open a bar for

business than because you like it?"

Asking the question out loud, I couldn't help but squeeze my palms together, dreading to hear the

imaginary answer - she knew.

About her life, about Diana, and about Diana's life that ended abruptly.

However, Clarie kept a smile in her eyes and simply looked at me, her emotions did not change much,

and said sincerely, "Mom, liking is not enough, this is the second thing I like to do besides math, can I

do it?"

At that moment I was staring at Clarie's face as if I was suddenly lost in thought. The faces of Diana

and Clarie kept overlapping and scattering, as if there was no limitation of time and space, and the

person sitting in front of me was not Clarie but Diana.

"You know what Clara, I like to be in the light, sometimes awake and sometimes confused, that will let

me forget a lot of anxiety, and occasionally, I can see the people I have missed for a long time. "

Diana convinced me with these words back then.

Because she liked it, I supported it, and her liking sent her to Mario's bed without ever experiencing

what it was like to be truly loved until her death.

Even now, everyone is at peace, but I always have a thorn in my heart, deep-rooted, will never be

removed.

My eyes were fogged over and I couldn't tell reality from illusion. As a good mother I should support my

child's chosen dream, but there was an invisible force that seemed to suppress and control it so that I

couldn't speak.

Maybe it's a meditation that Diana has the same idea as I do, it must be.

"Your thoughts are understood by Mom and me."

Dennis's familiar low voice came into my ears, I gradually came back to my senses, and the next

second, his big hand came up, wrapped my hand in the whole hand, naturally pulled it over and put it

on his lap to play with it.

"But opening a bar is not as simple as you think, basic investment aside, those hidden under the

surface of the complex relationship, it is difficult to figure out for a while, or let you Uncle Toby to find

out clearly, from the long term, how?"

Clarie, unlike Snowy, was not a man who would not give up until he got what he wanted, but instead

was very talkative and accepted calmly, "As you wish."

"Hmm." Dennis responded lightly and added, "Since you are bored at home, the company happens to

have a project for Culture City, why don't you coordinate it for dad?"

"Of course." Clarie still smiled as if there was nothing to be upset about in her case, "But I want Mr.

Alton to help me, is that okay?"

She was talking about Mario, who, after sending Clarie back, rented a house in City P. He would visit

the children daily, but would not stay long.

Dennis was quick to delegate authority, "Your project, your call."

With that he pulled me back into the room, "If you need anything go straight to you Uncle Toby."

"Got it, thanks daddy, good night mommy."

"Good night." Dazed, she responded to the thoughtful greeting behind her in a voice a little louder than

a kitten's, but her body let Dennis drag her toward the stairs.

Unlocking the door to the room, Dennis led me into the bathroom.

Without saying a word, I began to undress my body.

Honestly, he turned on the shower and tested the water temperature in his palm before lifting it up over

my head again.

The warm drops of water kept sliding down, the touch from the man's fingers rubbed back and forth on

the head, and the tingling warmth made me forget to even resist.

Drying off, Dennis wrapped me in a towel and carried me back to the bedroom, lifted the covers and

gently laid me on the bed before going around and holding me from behind.

The body is as light as water and unconsciously leaned towards him.

"Why are you being so nice to me today?" I asked out loud.

Dennis' voice was a little husky, "Aren't I this good every day?"

"It's not the same." The corners of his mouth hooked up slightly, relieved and relaxed, "Before you all

just wanted to take advantage."

"Then consider this my whim for the day and do the same for Willow." Dennis adjusted his posture and

buried his chin in the nape of my neck.

I vaguely feel that he is aware that I am about to lose control of my emotions, so he will use silent

action, little by little to disintegrate the beast that will wake up in my heart.

But the matter is not so important whether it is or not, Dennis let me know very clearly, and he stayed

with him, even if nothing to say, the trouble will be solved.

Calmly, instead, I was able to talk calmly about Clarie's decision, "Are you really going to support Clarie

in opening a bar?"

Dennis is not some smooth and worldly fox who says one thing about everything and does not explicitly

deny it, which is actually disguised as support.

"Clara," he called out to me suddenly, taking a deep breath.

"Hmm?" I asked, "What?"

"Clarie has the right to decide how she wants to live her life."