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Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 361

We were discouraged from our miserable past and seemed to be forced into a dead end.

Mario often came to visit Clarrie and was increasingly close to her.

I began to worry and wanted to take Clarrie away.

It was November and increasingly cold in City P.

On a weekend evening, I saw Clarrie playing with a dog in the yard after Mario left.

A sense of bitterness struck me suddenly.

Noticing me sitting for quite a while, Clarrie looked back at me, with her big eyes sparkling, “Mom, will you come and play with Snowball?”

I shook my head, feeling tired, “I will see you play with her.”

She didn’t come to the dog but walked to me, laying her small body upon me, “Mom, are you sick?”

Hugging her, I shook my head, “No, mom is just tired.”

She nodded and sighed, “Is it because of the exam? I saw you were tired these days.”

I smiled, “You are right, honey.”

She seemed sunk into deep thought, and then said, “Wait a moment.”

I saw her run into the house and then watched Snowball wallowing in the grass.

The scene added more sorrow to my broken heart.

If my child and Diana had been alive, we couldn’t have been living happily now.

I felt bitterer.

Suddenly, some noise came from the house and I dashed into it.

Broken pieces of glass lay on the ground.

Clarrie, who stood by, was pulled away by Dennis, who came from the front yard, in a swift and a rather reckless manner.

Clarrie was stultified for a moment before she realized what had happened and began to cry.

She was frightened.

I pulled her into my arms to allay her fear while Dennis went into the kitchen and turned off the gas.

After he was sure that everything was okay, he came to me and said, “Why did Clarrie come into the kitchen?”

I shook my head to show that I had no idea.

To my relief, she wasn’t injured.

It seemed that the glass bowl was heated on the gas so that an explosion occurred.

Clarrie stopped weeping and tried to explain despite her quivering body and voice, “I wanted to poach some eggs for you. My friends said they can prevent diseases.”

Right, there were indeed two eggs beside the gas cooker. Oh!

I rushed to her and hugged her tightly.

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