My Pretty Sweetheart 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?"