Love You Can’t Say

The next day.

I keep my eyes closed. Every part of my body was in pain, and I couldn’t breathe.

Dennis fastened the belt and kissed me gently on my forehead. He stroked my face with his calloused fingers – I could feel his touch, but I didn’t want to move at all.

Moments later, he was out of the bedroom. But I was wrapped in the quilt, feeling as if my soul had been drawn away.

I closed my eyes and wanted to sleep, but I couldn’t. I felt uncomfortable all over my body. I couldn’t hold back my feelings anymore. I buried myself in the quilt and started sobbing.

I could hear the footsteps from the bedroom, though. Dennis suppressed his anger but I didn’t miss it from his tone, “Clara, why are you crying?”

I pursed my lips, I was not going to respond.

He flipped the quilt – the light in the bedroom was a bit dazzling.

He sullenly said, “Are you planning to suffocate yourself?”

I didn’t want to talk to him, so I looked at him with an extremely bad attitude, “Dennis George, I have every right in the world to let out my emotions. Have you ever asked me about how I feel?”

He frowned, “Are you feeling unwell?”

I wish I could just strangle him. I looked at him, gritting my teeth, “Can’t you feel it?”

He pursed his lips and put on a serious look, “Let’s take you to the hospital!”

…

I felt I was wronged in my heart, so I picked up the pillow and smashed it at Dennis, “Go away!”

Dennis…

Dennis closed the bedroom door behind him and left.

I closed my eyes and lay on the bed, having trouble falling asleep. The anger in my heart failed to go away.

Nanny Daisy brought me something to eat and served it to the bedroom. She said with a timid voice, “Ms. Clara, get up and eat something, please. Let’s help you put some medicine on before going back to sleep.”

“No!” I was never the person who would lash out at people for no reason. So my tone was just cold, with no other emotions.

She hesitated for a second, then she continued speaking, “Ms. Clara. Mr. George has asked me to make sure you would grab some food before he headed out the door. If you still feel uncomfortable, apply some medicine and have a good rest.”

“No, it’s not necessary!” I frowned as I was getting a bit annoyed.

Seeing Clara acting like this, Nanny Daisy didn’t say anything else. Daisy put the things she had served on the table. And when she turned around to leave, she looked back at me, paused, and said, “Ms. Clara, Mr. George is nice and kind to you. I have been taking care of him since he was a child. He grew up around old Mr. George and he is never the best at taking care of people. The way he handles problems is to think of ways to solve them. The old man raised him as a successor from a young age. The indifference in his temperament wasn’t born with him, though. Sometimes he just isn’t sure what might be the best to treat you well. But in the past year, I witness how much he cares for you and holds you dearly.”

After a pause, she continued, “He wanted to come up by himself just now. But he knows that you are still mad at him and probably doesn’t want to see him yet. He asked me to come up for him instead. Ms. Clara, you and Mr. George are husband and wife – You should learn to understand each other. What’s more important, you two are in love. Arguing over some tiny little things hurts your marriage.”

I was very tired, so I calmed down and said, “I understand, Nanny Daisy. You may go back to work now. I am getting more sleep!”

Nanny Daisy said everything she had to, so she looked at me and nodded, “Okay. Please remember to eat something.”

After saying so, Nanny Daisy left.

I lay in bed, half-closed my eyes, and looked at the weather outside the window. It was already winter. The winter in City P was gloomy and drizzle. This kind of weather was not for a healing mood.

Every inch of my body hurt – I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t have the appetite to eat, either.

I didn’t want to move or talk.

Staring at the ceiling in a daze, I wasn’t happy at all. My mind was in a mess thinking about Olivia Pearson losing her baby.

I felt so irritable. And all I wanted now was to get a good night’s sleep. However, the more I wanted to sleep, the harder it got.

After repeating it a few times, I started to feel a little broken. I struggled to get up and walked to the balcony.

I opened all the windows – The rain was light outside. The cold wind blew into the bedroom. I was a little awake, and my body hurt so bad. I simply sat by the window, letting the rain and cold wind blow in from outside.

The leaves on the trees outside the villa were gone, and no birds were landing on the bare branches. It looked like a very lonely scene.

The rain was getting heavier. My body had been blown for a long time – the irritability in my heart was blown away, too.

After calming down, I felt sleepy. I could not help leaning against the window, closing my eyes slightly, and preparing to sleep for a while.

But the time passed so quickly that I vaguely felt like I was going to doze off. At the moment, someone opened the bedroom door.

It was Dennis, and he got chills. He saw me all by myself on the balcony, and the whole bedroom now was at an icy temperature.

Seeing him looking down at me now, I sat straight and all my sleepiness was long gone.

He walked to me fast. His voice was super low as he was trying to hold back his anger, “Clara, what are you doing?”

Dennis took me back to the bedroom from the balcony. His eyes were showing terrifying seriousness, “Are you so sick me of that you have to torture yourself like this? What are you trying to save yourself for?”

After staying up all day and night, I didn’t have the energy to argue with him. I just felt out of sorts, and my whole body was groggy. I looked up at Dennis, and then I lowered my eyes and said nothing.

My mouth was so dry. I glanced at the bedroom but there was no sight of water. So I gave up.

Seeing me like this, Dennis got angry. He put me on the bed, closed the window, and turned on the heater in the bedroom to the maximum.

My clothes were already soaked. It was a thin pajama after all. He found me another one, put it on me again, and wrapped me in a quilt.

Nanny Daisy followed Dennis. When she saw what was going on upstairs, her voice became even quieter, “Mr. George, is Ms. Clara alright?”

Dennis seemed mad. And he said, “Please go get her a glass of warm water and reheat dinner.”

Nanny Daisy nodded and went downstairs.

After tucking me into bed, Dennis flipped over the quilt.

I was a bit shocked seeing him do so. So I reached my hand to stop him, “Dennis, you…”

“Let me help you apply medicine!” He interrupted me, with an indifferent look on.

“No, I am fine,” I said, feeling a little uncomfortable in my throat.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

He sank his eyes, “I do it or you help yourself, it’s up to you.”

I got angry, “Dennis George, get out of here!” I was already tired, and he made me extra irritable.

He pursed his lips and nodded, “So, I guess I will do it then.”

I had been feeling terrible already, and I was annoyed by him. But now, it just got worse.

Dennis suddenly got up. He wasn’t paying attention and he was pushed to the ground by me suddenly, “Dennis George, why can’t you just leave me alone? I’m super annoyed now – I told you not to disturb me, you’re deaf, aren’t you?”