You Complete Me novel (Skylar and Coralie)

Chapter 510

"I agree, Marie. The other empty room in my house had already been cleaned when the cleaners came

last time. You can stay there. I will provide you meals and accommodation. I'll pay you as well. Perhaps

not as much as the amount that the Moore and Jules families paid you, but I won't mistreat you for

sure. Well, I'll pay you... 3,000 dollars a month. Is that alright?"

Abby gritted her teeth and uttered the price.

"No, I'll pay for it."

How could Lucille let Abby pay? Including the salary and money that she earned by selling her

paintings, Lucille could make more than 5,000 dollars a month. She even made more than 10,000

dollars over the past two months. It should not be a problem for her to pay Marie.

"Don't you have to raise a child with your money?"

"But it's not right for you to pay."

Lucille insisted, "Marie works at my house. Of course, I should be the one who pays her."

Abby and Lucille were arguing. Marie took the initiative to say, "You don't have to do that. I'm just an old

woman with no companion. My son has grown up and is often not around. I don't have to spend much.

Keep the money. I'll cook for you for free. You only have to pay for the groceries."

"No, Marie, we still have to pay you 3,000 dollars a month."

Lucille felt bad to let Marie work for free.

"Lucille, I have worked for the Jules family since I was young. I was there when your mother was alive.

I only served your father and you in the family. Now, your father doesn't need me anymore. Let me stay

here to take care of you. In the future, let me take care of the baby as well. This will be the best reward

for me."

Marie spoke sincerely and earnestly.

She indeed regarded Lucille as her own daughter.

"Well... Marie, we'll pay you less then. What about 2,000 dollars a month? Not including the expenses.

When I make more money in the future, I'll give you more."

Lucille knew that if she insisted on paying full, they would certainly continue to argue and would get no

results. It was better for her to compromise first and then pay Marie more later.

"Well... Okay then."

Marie also agreed.

Abby and Lucille helped Marie to unpack her luggage while she was cooking in the kitchen.

Their life returned to the original path.

After Lucille told Franklin that she had gotten rid of the child and Marie was driven away, they no longer

contacted each other.

It was as if the only thread holding them together was broken.

They had become independent individuals who had nothing to do with each other.

Lucille still went to the gallery every day. Other than promoting the paintings, she painted. The days

were simple and plain.

After she stopped contacting Franklin, she felt as if she had been reborn. Lucille set up a large canvas

in the gallery and started to create a painting that was inspired by her own life.

Zoel no longer showed up once a week like before. Instead, he accompanied Lucille everyday in the

gallery and watched the painting be completed step by step from a sketch.

When the painting was completed, Lucille had been pregnant for 38 weeks and was going to give birth

soon.

Her limbs were swollen at this time. She felt uncomfortable whether she stood or sat. Fortunately, she

had completed the painting.

Lucille stood up and stretched. Looking at the painting in front of her, she was satisfied.

"What if we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine..."

While Lucille was appreciating her own masterpiece, her phone rang. She glanced at the empty gallery.

She thought it was Marie or Abby who called as she was lost in her own world, forgetting dinner time.

"I have called the day and will be back soon." Lucille picked up the phone and spoke directly.

However, after a moment of silence, a man's voice came from the other side of the phone. "Lucille, it's

me."

"Dad?"

Lucille did not expect that it was actually a call from Marvin.

Since she knew Natasha's true identity last time, she was unable to forgive him. Thus, she never

contacted him again.

"Well, how have you been lately? I heard from

Natasha that you have given up on the child."

He sounded guilty.

"I'm fine, Dad. I still have work to do so I'll hang up first."

Lucille never took the initiative to hang up on Marvin's call before. This was the first time she did it.

"Wait, Lucille. Well..."

"Dad, I... I really have something to do."

Lucille could not wait to hang up the call.

"Well, Lucille. Natasha and Franklin are coming home for dinner today. She wants to invite you as

well..."

Hearing this, Lucille's body froze and her hand holding the phone trembled slightly. However, she

replied instantly, "No, God bless them."

After that, she hung up the phone and was choked with sobs.

It had been three months. She thought she had hidden her feelings well. However, when she heard

about Franklin and knew that he was going home to have dinner with Natasha...

Lucille still felt that her heart was wrenched by an invisible hand, and it was aching to even breathe.

She glanced at the time. It was 5 o'clock. The gallery was closing soon, so she decided to close the

gallery earlier.

When Lucille was closing the windows in the gallery...

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The wind bell at the door rang, indicating that a guest was coming.

Lucille shut the window and headed to the entrance. "Sorry, we are closed. Can you come again

tomorrow?"

When she headed out, she was tidying up her clothes without raising her head. When she approached

the entrance, she looked up and saw a man standing there. He was wearing a light-colored suit and

was holding the metal door handle. He looked surprised.

"Frank..."

Lucille was dumbfounded and stood still on the spot. However, soon, she remembered that she told

Franklin the child was gone, but she was still pregnant at the moment. She turned around immediately.

"What's going on?"

Franklin entered and closed the door.

"Mr. Moore, this... This has nothing to do with you."

Lucille turned her back to him. She heard the man's footsteps getting closer to her. There were beads

of sweat on her forehead.

She only felt a strong chill sweeping over her from her back, and she felt an inexplicable fear.

This was the first time Franklin had given her such a feeling. She clearly knew that he was furious.

"It has nothing to do with me?"

When Lucille heard his voice, he had grabbed her wrist. She was pulled over forcefully to face him.

Lucille was panicking, but she pretended to be calm. "Mr. Moore, you are now together with my sister.

What else do you want?"

Thinking of those photos, she still felt in agony.

"Who did you hear it from? Natasha?"

"Mr. Moore, it's no longer important. Please let me go. We're done."

Lucille lowered her head and did not dare to face the man. In the past, when she talked to Franklin, she

would carefully consider her words as she was afraid to irritate him, but she did not do that this time.