Female Novel
Chapter 592
We set off early in the morning. The children were energetic and did not need us to carry them. They
were chattering and laughing along the way.
The statue of Jesus Christ was big and sacred. Anne was holding a candle in her hand and Norman
helped her to light it. She knelt down before Jesus Christ and prayed solemnly like an adult.
"Sometimes she's so solemn that she doesn't look like a child at all!" Norman whispered in my ear and
sighed, "She's too sensible."
I pursed my lips and looked up at Jesus Christ. I did not worship him. Even though I had only lived for
thirty years, I had already experienced life, death and sickness except for those who had been lost
along the way.
Come to think of it, I had not lost anything!
"I heard that Jesus Christ in St. Louis Church can grant your wishes. Do you want to try?"
Norman gave me a candle and said as he raised an eyebrow.
I smiled lightly but did not take the candle from his hand. I said faintly, "I don't have any wishes. I only
wish that the living will be well and the dead
will rest in peace. Everything else is destined."
Anne got up and ran towards me. She looked up at me and said, "Mommy, is there someone who you
would like to meet? You can ask Jesus Christ to let you see each other in your dreams."
I took the half-burnt candle from her hand with a faint smile and placed it on the altar table. "Anne, the
people I want to see are always in my dreams. I don't need to wish for it."
She tilted her head and nodded, but she did not seem to fully understand. She looked at Norman and
asked, "Mr. Zelson, what about you? Have you made a wish?"
Holding the candle in his hand, Norman smiled faintly and said, "My wish is for you and Bennett to
grow up happily."
It looked like it was going to rain when we walked out of the church. The sky was covered by dark
clouds with cold howling wind.
Norman handed me his coat and said, "Your body is weak. Don’t catch a cold."
I did not raise my hand to take it from him. Instead, I just smiled and said, "It doesn't matter."
He frowned and put the coat over my shoulder.
Anne, who was holding Bennett’s hand whispered, "Bennett, does your father like my mother?"
Bennett had always been taciturn. He took a glance at Norman and shook his head. "I don't know."
Children were always honest and straightforward.
Norman smiled but did not emphasize it.
I looked at the clothes on my shoulder with the corner of my eye. My emotions were very faint. It was
normal for friends to care about each other occasionally.
The sky had gotten a little dark when we walked back. We stopped at the entrance of the church to eat
something. Anne and Bennett had fallen asleep.
Norman drove and parked the car in front of my place. He got out of the car to carry Anne inside.
I said, "I'll carry her. It's getting late. You should take Bennett home to rest."
He was slightly stunned, but still nodded. The way a man in his forties handled things was very different
from a man in his twenties.
A woman's polite refusal was the best respect for them.
Flirting in our twenties was passionate and romantic. "Flirting" in our forties was probably eating three
meals a day, nodding and smiling at each other.
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"If I appear now, will you feel that I'm rude and invading your privacy?" Hendrix's voice was low and
magnetic.
I subconsciously looked around. Indeed, in the alley under the dim streetlights, he was dressed in a
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There was a black Mercedes-Benz parked beside him. He was staring at me with deep and reserved
eyes.
In the past four years, he had become more reserved and matured. He had become a more attractive
man.
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He smiled broadly and took Anne from my arms with one hand and handed the bouquet in his hand to
me. "Happy Easter Day!"