Love You Can’t Say

After lashing out at Dennis, I got back into my bed and grabbed the quilt to cover myself.

It had been so long – It had been so long since I acted this way.

I knew I was wrong. But I was having an emotional breakdown, which I could not help with at all!

Dennis didn’t go away as I had assumed. Instead, he picked me up gently, “I am sorry about last night. I crossed a line.”

He held me in his arms, his voice was hoarse, and he deliberately lowered his voice, “My love, can you forgive me? Would it make you feel better if I let you beat me up before eating?”

Nanny Daisy served the food – There were three dishes and soup, “Mr. George and Ms. Clara, the food is ready!”

Dennis nodded and said, “You may be excused now.”

Daisy left the room. Dennis held me tenderly. He held me up and walked towards the table.

I was seated on his lap, without my shoes on. Dennis let me land my feet on his shoes.

It seemed like he was serving a baby food this way, “Taste this – Daisy made some really good food for today.”

He was not the best at compliments. He served the food straight to my mouth, and he spoke, “Come on, take a bite.”

I closed my eyes, avoided his actions, and said, “I’ll do it myself!”

“Let me serve you, babe.” He shoved the vegetables into my mouth. I found him even more annoying now, so I avoided him and said, “I don’t need your help!”

After speaking, I picked up the chopsticks, got off him, and moved to the sofa.

Although I didn’t eat in the morning and noon, I didn’t feel hungry at all. After a few bites, I felt a little reluctant to eat.

Dennis looked at me, frowned, “Eat them all please – Don’t waste any food.”

I frowned and took a few more bites. My stomach was feeling unwell. I looked at him and said, “Take this cutlery down. I want to get some rest.”

“Let’s get some rest together then.” He rang the service bell, and Nanny Daisy came up to collect the cutlery.

I looked at Dennis, feeling quite cranky, “Dennis, leave me alone.”

He frowned, “I want to be by your side!”

Saying so, he reached out his hand to hug me.

After staying up all day and night adding to my irritability, I suddenly got up in anger, pushed his hand away, and shouted, “I told you I want to sleep, alone, can’t you hear me?”

I got so mad that I accidentally pulled the wound. I couldn’t help but gasp.

There was slight helplessness on Dennis’s face. He frowned and grabbed me firmly into his arms, “Babe, be nice, okay? I promise I won’t get my hands on you. Nor will I disturb you resting.”

“Get off me!” I raised my hand to push him away – I was still mad.

He pursed his lips, and his dark eyes showed a bit of indifference, “If the pain is severe, let’s get you to the hospital and have the doctors check you out.”

“No!” I felt like I was losing my mind around Dennis.

He picked me up and held me directly downstairs. I exploded, “Dennis George, have you known anyone who would go to the hospital for this kind of thing? How do you want me to explain to the doctors? Do I tell them you are sexually violent?”

He pursed his lips, “Okay, okay! If you don’t want to go, let me help you apply medicine. And then we head to bed and get some good rest.”

“You are out of your mind!” I didn’t want to talk to him anymore at the moment.

Seeing that I had no objection, he went back to the bedroom, put me on the bed, and rubbed the medicine on me.

His movement was very light. When he saw me frown, he said, “Next time I will be gentle. I don’t want to hurt you again.”

I didn’t say anything, just lay down with my eyes closed.

After applying for the medicine on me, Dennis got up, took off his coat, and lay beside me. I was a little irritated by the smell of tobacco on him.

“Dennis, stay away from me – I don’t like the smell of cigarettes!”I nudged him and moved towards the other side of the bed.

He stiffened for a second and got up. I thought he was going to go out, but I didn’t expect to see him go into the bathroom to take a shower.

He came out shortly afterward, dried the water from his hair, and lay down again. He put his arms around me and said, “You smell me again now, there is no smell of smoke.”

I pursed my lips and closed my eyes, ready to sleep.

But I couldn’t fall asleep. After tossing and turning several times, I still couldn’t fall asleep.

Suddenly Dennis sat up straight from the bed. And he froze for a while, assuming that he still smelled like smoke, “I’ll go take a shower again!”

I pursed my lips but didn’t say anything. I got out of bed and looked around, and found that the sleeping pills I had brought back last time were gone.

I looked at Dennis and sank my eyes, “Where are my pills?”This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

He narrowed his black eyes slightly, “What pills?”

I was quite annoyed. I raised my hand and swiped the blue-and-white porcelain vase to the ground, “Sleeping pills, Dennis George. I want my sleeping pills! Where did you put them?”

He looked at me, his voice low and deep, “What do you want the sleeping pills for? I told Nanny Daisy to put them away.”

Seeing that I was getting a little angry, he got up, put on his clothes, and said, “Let’s go to the hospital!”

I pushed him away, “Dennis, can you just give me the medicine, please? I just want to get a good night’s sleep. Can you let me have that? Why bother to go to the hospital?”

Nanny Daisy just came up and heard us arguing. She immediately spoke up, “I know where the pills are. Let me go get them for you, Ms. Clara. Don’t worry. Hang on a second, please.”

Dennis grimaced and frowned. He wanted to stop Nanny Daisy, “She’ll grow to be dependent on the pills if she takes them too frequently, Daisy…”

“Dennis, just shut up!” I was about to go nuts. I looked at Nanny Daisy and said, “Nanny Daisy, please get me the pills!”

Daisy looked at Dennis as if she was confirming whether she should give me medicine.

I was furious and roared, “Dennis, why the heck have you brought me home if all you want is to control everything I do? Are you having me torturing me and watching me suffer? Are you?”

Dennis frowned. He hugged me in his arms to reassure me, “I am not trying to control you – It’s just that it’s unhealthy to take too many sleeping pills. Or you will get dependent on them!”

“You shut up!” I yelled, “Stop torturing me here. If you don’t let me go to sleep, then send me to Hank’s place.”

“Clara!” Dennis got mad. Seeing that I was stubborn and emotionally unstable, he looked at Nanny Daisy, “Go get the medicine!”

Nanny Daisy hurried out of the bedroom and came back shortly afterward.

She took only one pill, but it was enough for me. I grabbed the pill, swallowed it, pushed Dennis away, and got back in bed.

Dennis also seemed to have noticed there was something wrong with me. Seeing me lying in bed, Dennis looked at Nanny Daisy, he lowered his voice and said, “Call Mario Bennett and ask him to come over.”

Daisy answered and headed out of the room.

After taking the medicine, I calmed down and fell asleep shortly after.

But people with light sleep, with the sleeping pills kicking in, would still feel the movement whenever there be.

When Mario arrived, I could feel it, and I could hear him talking to Dennis.

But probably because of the pills, I couldn’t open my eyes.

I overheard their conversation – Mario seemed to have noticed my insomnia might have to do with my depression.

Mario gave the prescription for me to Dennis, “She may have reached a severe level. She is very at ease with herself in a very bad environment. Remember not to leave her all by herself. She may hurt herself at any time. When she is physically or emotionally hurt, she will go to the extreme without warning. However, she seems to be doing a little better today. At least she trusts you enough to lash it out on you. At some point when she doesn’t feel anything at all, deep down in her heart might start to see that her life is meaningless, and the tendency of her committing suicide would increase at any time. During a time like this, you should be sure she stays safe and well, and try to keep her in a happy mood.”