LittleNovelChapter 646 It was Christmas Eve-the season of warmth, renewal, and celebration.
Even though people often said the holiday spirit wasn't what it used to be, it remained one of the most anticipated days of the year.
On this day, everyone dressed in their best clothes, setting aside the troubles and sorrows of the year, if only for a little while. This day symbolized joy, hope, and reunion.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNoelle had never found the latter word so piercing before. This was likely the liveliest Christmas Rosie had ever experienced. In previous years, it had just been the two of them.
No matter how much Noelle prepared, the cold emptiness was always there. But on the other side, she knew that the Swifts' household had to be just as cold. A holiday like this only magnified the pain of loss.
Noelle remembered how Seline used to spend Christmas Eve with her own family before flying to Stormridge on Christmas Day to be with her and Rosie.
Seline would always give Rosie a Christmas present. But this year, Rosie would never receive a Christmas present from her again. And yet, Rosie didn't seem to realize it. After all, she now had Hendrix and Beatrice. Noelle couldn't even remember the last tshe heard Rosie bring up Seline. So, had Rosie forgotten all about Seline? Noelle suddenly felt a pang of resentment toward Rosie.
How could Rosie forget? Seline had died because of her. If she hadn't begged to go skiing "Noelle," Hendrix called out to her softly. A moment later, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
The gesture pulled Noelle back to the present, and she was horrified by the thoughts she had just been having. What had she just been thinking? Had she actually been blaming Rosie? Rosie was only three years old-what could she possibly understand? Was she, like everyone else, starting to believe that Rosie was responsible for Seline's death? If Rosie knew what she was thinking, how would she feel? At that thought, Noelle couldn't even bring herself to look at Rosie. She quickly turned and buried her face in Hendrix's chest.
Hendrix quickly raised his hand to gently pat her on the back.
It was then that Rosie noticed Noelle's presence. She immediately ran over, calling out excitedly, "Mommy!" Noelle hadn't visited her in a while, and Rosie didn't even take the tto look at her expression before wrapping her arms around Noelle's waist.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Mommy, you finally cto see me! Grandma said you were sick and didn't want to spread it to me, but I'm not scared of getting sick I'm only scared of not seeing you!" As Rosie spoke, tears began spilling from her eyes. Just moments ago, she had been happily putting up Christmas decorations with the household staff.
Noelle stared at those tears and thought of her earlier resentment, feeling even more unsure of what to do.
Fortunately, Beatrice quickly walked over and gently patted Rosie's back.
"There, there your ixommy's here now, isn't she? Didn't you say you wanted to show her the Christmas decorations you made?" "Oh! Right!" Rosie's attention was quickly diverted. She nodded eagerly, then grabbed Noelle's hand, tugging her toward the decorations she had just made.
Noelle still felt lost, uncertain on how to react. But Hendrix soon sat down beside her and praised Rosie a few times. Rosie no longer shied away from
him, but she still wasn't used to receiving his praise. After a pause, she turned to Woelle, as if asking her what she was supposed to do. mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliI0fiflO&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1
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