“Miss,” the old friar called out.
Genevieve turned around to face the benevolent-looking old friar. “I didn't bring any cash, and I couldn't
find a place to withdraw some when I looked around,” she said hesitantly.
She wanted to give some donation money, but she had to swipe Armand's card or scan a code for
payment as there was no cash in her wallet.
The old friar smiled gently as his gaze fell on her wrist. “I recognize this string of rosary beads.”
It was a gift from Armand to cover the scar on Genevieve's wrist. Since he did not allow her to take it
off, she even wore it in the shower.
He had told her that he made the bracelet of rosary beads himself.
However, after hearing what the old friar said, Genevieve felt that Armand was somewhat dishonest.
“My boyfriend gave me this string of rosary beads. Did he buy it at your church?”
“No,” the old friar answered with a shake of his head. “Some time ago, a man came here to pray. He
knelt in front of the church altar for a long time, holding a string of rosary beads in his hand and
murmuring a prayer as he carved some symbols onto the beads. He was already kneeling there when I
came to get something in the morning, but when I came back as it was getting dark in the evening, he
was still there. He didn't move from that spot for several hours. I noticed that his fingers were covered
in blisters from carving the symbols. He said that he had never believed in religion since childhood, but
he hoped that his lover would have a lifetime of peace.” The old friar's gaze fell on her wrist again. “I
blessed this string of beads for him, and it's also unique, so I have a deep impression of it.”
Genevieve had assumed that the old friar wanted donation money from her or that Armand had bought
the rosary beads from him.
She had never thought that Armand would spend the entire day that day kneeling before the church
altar and carving religious symbols onto the rosary beads while praying that she would be safe and
worry-free.
For some reason, she was overwhelmed with emotion, and she began tearing up.
She grew up in a wealthy family with her parents who loved her and Cooper doting on her. Never had
she suffered, nor had she ever imagined meeting a man who would love her so much when she grew
up.
The old friar said to Genevieve, “Even if there may be misunderstandings between you, you two truly
love one another. You're an essential part of each other's lives no matter what occurs or how time
passes.”
Genevieve brushed away the tears that were flowing uncontrollably with her fingers, and she could not
help but remark, “I didn't expect you to say such a thing.”
To her, the old friar was like an otherworldly, immaculate being.
“I'm also human and understand feelings.” The old friar smiled gently. “You two are the rare kind who
love each other so deeply. It was also the first time I'd met a non-believer who could kneel in front of
the church altar for so long.”
The old friar still had something to do, so he left after a short chat with her.
Genevieve looked down at the rosary beads on her wrist. She could picture Armand kneeling before
the church altar and praying sincerely with blistered fingers as he carved symbols onto the beads.
It wasn't long from the time we met until we got together. But why can he love me so deeply?
She went back into the church, straightened her back, and bowed her head, praying sincerely with her
hands clasped in front of her chest.
After she left the church, she asked a passing young friar for directions and followed him to a side
chapel, which was the place to donate money or large amounts of candles to Dopdur Church.
When the friar in charge of the records heard that she wanted to donate five point two million, he was
momentarily stunned. “Miss, are you sure it's five point two million?”
Genevieve hummed in response.
The names of those who donated more than ten thousand to the church would be engraved on a
plaque, so Genevieve told the friar her name as well as Armand's.
While she was busy with that, several of her colleagues had finished visiting Dopdur Church. They sent
a group message on WhatsApp, stating where to gather and take a group photo before heading down
the mountain.
Since going down the mountain was usually faster than heading up, the group reached the foot of the
mountain after three in the afternoon.
Later on, Genevieve's colleagues discussed who was the better cook and who would cook later, and
she honestly wanted to complain.
The government had subsidized a lot for their team-building event. Apart from the cab fare and
subsidies, they had more than two thousand for meal expenses, so they could have a lavish dinner.
However, several of her colleagues agreed that they should cook for themselves since they were on
vacation. They suggested going to a farmhouse and splitting the rest of the money evenly between
them.
Anyway, I don't know how to cook and don't even think about making me help out and cut vegetables.
Whoever wants my share of several hundred can take it.
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