The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 129 Old Place Naval Observatory (15 full order required)
Locke has always been vigorous and decisive in doing things.

He immediately checked the numbers of many of his high school classmates and prepared to send a group text message to express his wish for a class reunion after not seeing each other for a long time.

but……

When Locke was about to send, he blinked and chose to give up.

Esme looked at Locke, who had suddenly calmed down, with some curiosity.

"Why don't you send it?"

"No need."

Locke shook his head, deleted the edited text message, threw the phone back on the bedside table, then lay back on the bed and looked at Esme under him: "I live for myself, not for what others think of me."

Therefore, there was no need for him to rush to hold a class reunion that had never been held after graduation just for the sake of what others would think.

And this doesn't look like an explanation, but rather like an attempt to cover up something.

Do you really think that the friendship among classmates in the Federation is valuable?

What nonsense.

Many of the phone numbers of his high school classmates on his phone were added by him just this month.

The answer is that many of his classmates who were hanging out on Wall Street called to congratulate him after they learned that he had become the deputy director of the New York City Sentinel Operation.

Rich has distant relatives in the mountains, and no one asks the poor in the downtown.

This sentence applies everywhere.

Esme didn't care.

Again.

Others may not know whether Locke is straight or bent, but doesn't she know?

Again.

During the time she was away on business, she had only seen long red hair at home, but she had never seen anything suspiciously short and curly that wasn't Locke's.

and so……

"You really don't plan to hold a class reunion?"

"It's not necessary. It's a waste of money."

“…This is the reason for giving up.”

"Yes."

Locke readily admitted another reason why he was too lazy to hold a press conference: "Houses in Manhattan are very expensive. There's no need to waste them on strangers who you may only see a few times in your life."

Esme nodded in agreement and then put her arms around Locke's waist.

"So—sleep?"

"it is good."

Not sure if Locke was holding back his anger, but Esme could clearly feel that Locke's movements were cautious yet reckless.

It seemed as if Locke wanted to prove something in this way.

But she quite liked this feeling, so she let Locke go.

Time flies by.

Christmas Eve and Christmas passed quickly, and then the 27th arrived quickly.

The holiday atmosphere is often the strongest in more remote places.

But this is Washington, D.C., the political center of the federation.

and so……

holiday?

That is how ordinary people live. They are politicians fighting on a bloodless battlefield. All they have to do is to stay in shape at all times.

When Esme opened her eyes early in the morning, she found that Locke was no longer by her side. After she put on the home clothes she brought back and went downstairs, she saw Locke in the restaurant.

"Good morning, dear." Esme walked into the restaurant, came to Locke who was frying eggs, and kissed him.

Locke responded with a smile: "Morning."

Esme hugged Locke from behind, sniffed it lightly, and said it smelled good. Then she looked at the empty restaurant and asked curiously, "Where are Claire and Frank?"

"I went out early in the morning."

"Isn't today still a holiday?"

"Obviously, not for either of them."

Early this morning, Mom Claire and Frank went out, but I don't know where they went.

Locke didn't bother to ask.

Esme nodded and looked around the restaurant, noting that some of the Christmas decorations that were still there last night were gone this morning.

She nodded in agreement.

"Now I know why you don't want to come back here."

"I won't come next year even if you kill me."

This year is a special case. If Esme hadn't been pregnant, he wouldn't have bothered to come back and celebrate the holiday with these two parents who only have careers but no children.

Definitely not coming back next year.

The answer is that the journey is too long and it is inconvenient for my beloved wife and my legitimate son to travel, so they just need to call each other and wish each other a happy holiday.

Correct.

Just do it.

Locke thought to himself.

Esme said nothing. After letting go of Locke, she walked out of the bar and sat down on the high stool opposite. She held her chin with one hand and blinked at Locke who was toasting bread.

"By the way, I remember today is the day you are going to meet Stephanie."

"Correct."

Locke said without even looking up: "Didn't you hear it that day? It's afternoon, it's still early."

Esme said, "I'm more curious, where is the old place you mentioned?"

Locke raised his eyes and glanced at Esme.

"The Naval Observatory."

"There?"

Esme was curious when she heard the address. "I thought the old place you mentioned was some place that sounded romantic, like a grove or a port."

Locke laughed out loud: "There's a library over there. When I have nothing to do during the holidays, I basically like to hang out there."

Other libraries are good, but they are more crowded.

he does not like.

There happened to be a library at the Naval Observatory, although the collection was smaller than that of the library in the city.

But the advantage is that there are fewer people and it is quieter.

He and Stephanie were still talking about that time, often going there to read books, and then making appointments at the observatory. Esme frowned as she listened to Locke's story.

"That doesn't sound romantic at all."

"I never said anything romantic."

"Locke."

"Ah."

"I feel like you're lying to me. After all, you're very romantic when you're with me."

"You grow up, dear."

Locke looked at Esme with a smile and gave his own straightforward explanation.

As for the private explanation?

Money makes cowards brave.

The cheat dares to kill gods.

The past was before and the present is now.

With the help of plug-ins, Locke naturally has the confidence that he is destined to become a god in the future. Naturally, he has enough confidence to do what he wants.

But before, what was the point of being romantic when Locke didn't have the plug-in and his family background was not as good as Stephanie's?

As the only daughter of a billionaire, Stephanie has seen all sorts of things.

But there is a saying.

If she is inexperienced, take her to see the world; if she has experienced many things, take her to ride a carousel.

Although Stephanie is indeed inexperienced in the world, she has a good family background and has seen the most prosperous things in the world.

But the merry-go-round thing was too childish and didn't apply to Stephanie.

The question is, there is a large open space in Malick Manor, where there is a super luxurious diamond-studded amusement facility that Gideon Malick built for Stephanie when she was a child.

With the way forward useless and the way back blocked, Locke had no choice but to find another way. He racked his brains to come up with a plan of studying together and then making a date.

and so……

The old place he was telling Esme about was indeed very ordinary, but in his and Stephanie's memories, the Naval Observatory left enough memories for both of them.

For example, the small attic in the observatory.

Don't talk about memories.

There is juice.

I just don’t know, after so many years, any traces of juice inside must have evaporated long ago.

soon.

Locke prepared breakfast and went to the back garden with Esme, where they drank freshly ground coffee while eating breakfast.

at this time.

The phone rings.

Esme put down the coffee in her hand and looked at Locke with a smile: "Stephanie's?"

Locke turned the phone screen directly to Esme: "Claire's."

talking.

Locke answered the phone.

after awhile.

Locke hung up the phone and looked at Esme beside him: "Are you busy later?"

Esme shook her head.

"no, what happened?"

"Mom said she wanted to take you to visit the company."

"I?"

Esme was slightly stunned and looked at Locke curiously: "I don't understand those charity projects, what should I do."

Locke looked at Esme with a smile: "Want to hear the truth?"

Esme blinked and said nothing, just looked at Locke.

"The truth is, my mom is introducing you to the world as the new Mrs. Underwood of the Underwood family."

"Where are the lies?"

"There is no falsehood, but there is one truth."

"what?"

"The truth is that I'm going to meet Stephanie this afternoon. She's afraid you'll have wild thoughts, so she plans to take you out to clear your name."

"Ok."

Esme smiled and shook her head when she heard that. She leaned back in her chair and looked at Locke sideways: "Are you sure you don't want me to go with you?"

Locke shrugged, "It's up to you, but if you go, I don't think Stephanie will get out of the car."

The Queen wants to see someone.

He had no reason to stop him.

But he felt that Esme might not really want to see Stephanie and was just testing him.

Again.

The queen has special permission, but it doesn’t say that she won’t be jealous.

Locke understood this and naturally knew how to answer these questions.

really.

Esme shook her head. "Forget it. I'm not going to meet her. But I don't know anything about charity. I don't think there will be any reporters interviewing me."

Locke shrugged: "I don't know."

Like most people who do charity projects in Washington.

Mom Claire doesn't really care about charity. She just wants to get more exposure and sponsorship by claiming to care about charity.

Esme was a little worried when she heard this.

"What should I do? I have no experience dealing with reporters."

"It's okay. They have a dedicated person in charge. When you get there, you only need to be responsible for one person."

"what?"

Esme looked at Locke and humbly asked for advice.

Locke smiled slightly, stood up from his chair, and under Esme's gaze, bent down and kissed his wife's lips, then held his beloved wife's face and looked at her tenderly.

"Just keep smiling like that, and show your beautiful face and temperament as the new generation Mrs. Underwood."

"..."

(End of this chapter)