Love You Can’t Say

I noticed the dark circles under Yara’s eyes – She must be having trouble sleeping these days. Now that she was asking for my help, I had to say something. And it’d sound cruel if I turned her down.

I thought about it for a while and said, “About that, I will have to speak to Dennis before I can get back to you.”

“You don’t have to bother him with it!” Yara anxiously added, “I will speak with him about this. He’s got enough on his plate now and I fear he might not have the time to handle this. Nanny Daisy could come along with you to the Gibson’s villa, which Dennis will be okay with.”

I nodded. What she had said sounded reasonable hearing it the first time. But it just didn’t make sense at all after I had given it some more thought.

Seeing me nod, Yara smiled, “Clara, go upstairs and pack what you need. We are heading back to Gibson’s villa soon. The snow isn’t heavy today and the roads in City P have been cleared. If we prolong it, I’m afraid the snow will get worse and roads will be blocked.”From NôvelDrama.Org.

I was stunned, “Are we leaving today?”

Yara nodded, “We are. You don’t have any plans today, right? – Today will be a good time. I will call Dennis later and let him know. You don’t have to pack a lot but just bring along whatever is necessary. I will ask our housekeeper to arrange clothes and shoes that fit your styles for you.”

I shook my head, “Don’t worry about it, Ms. Yara. I will pack for a few days’ stay and just come back to get whatever I need when I need them. Our homes are not that far away from each other anyway.”

Yara smiled. She looked at Nanny Daisy and continued speaking, “Daisy, you may go pack some of your stuff too and come with us. Help Clara pack and see if she needs anything, please.”

Nanny Daisy looked at me in surprise and said, “The two villas aren’t far away. It’s convenient to visit each other whenever it’s necessary. Do we have to sleepover?”

Yara added immediately, “Sleeping over saves you the trouble and time traveling back and forth. Just bring whatever you need with you.”

Hearing Yara says so, Nanny Daisy had no better way to turn her down. So Daisy went ahead upstairs and started packing.

I assumed it was just a random idea Yara had thought of. But I was shocked when we walked to the doorway and saw the two drivers in two cars that she had brought along with her.

“It’s been super snowy on the way. This way, if unluckily anything ever happened, we could still look out for one another.” She explained after seeing my shocked look.

Never mind! I didn’t ask any questions. It was too late to turn her down anyway.

The Gibson’s!

The scenic Gibson’s villa looked even more beautiful in such heavy snow.

There were a lot of plum blossoms in the yard of Gibson’s villa. The white snowflakes fell on the newly blooming pink blossoms – This looked extraordinarily beautiful.

Snowdrifts covered the cobblestones. A pattern of shallow footprints was made, leading us to the Gibson’s gate.

Entering the hall of the villa, we saw where Yank Gibson’s memorial service was set up. The original splendid and elegant villa was now with a sense of awe and loneliness added to itself.

The servants were busy cleaning up the yard after a heavy snowfall. Yara asked the maids to take me up to the second floor and arranged a room for me.

I stood on the balcony of the hall on the second floor and looked at the snowing scene downstairs – This time of the year, the Chinese New Year was coming.

This year went by so fast.

“She asked you to come here?” A cold voice came from behind.

Looking back, it was Hank Gibson. It had been many days since the last time we parted. He seemed to have lost a lot of weight. The shadows on his face were thicker, and his black eyes looked icy cold.

I subconsciously tightened my jacket, looked at him, and said, “How are you doing lately?”

He glanced at me calmly, walked to the black couch in the hall, and sat down. He said with ease, “Nothing much, how about you? Yara brought you to our villa, does Dennis know?”

While speaking, he lit a cigarette, squinted, and took a few sips, looking unruly and cold.

I walked toward and sat down across from him. I looked at his cold but handsome face, and said, “It will just be a few days. Plus he’s been busy lately – he won’t have the time to care about this. There is so much going on here with you guys, so I should lend a helping hand.”

He curled his lips, sneered, and sarcastically said, “Yara might actually use some of your help.”

I didn’t appreciate his sarcasm now, so I couldn’t help but pout my lips and said, “How’s the arrangement for your mom’s funeral?”

Gloria Shone divorced Yank Gibson, so Gloria’s funeral would be handled by the Shone’s family.

“Well, it’s all good!” He raised his hand to pinch the area between his eyebrows, closed his eyes, and said easily.

He seemed reluctant to open up, which was understandable – He didn’t get enough sleep during these busy days.

It wasn’t my place to comment on any of these. Yara went to the company and I had nothing to do at Gibson’s villa.

After a while, Hank was leaning on the sofa and there I heard shallow breathing sounds – It sounded like he had fallen asleep.

I got up, took a quilt, and spread it over him. He suddenly grabbed my hand, “Just sit over here!”

This inexplicable sentence made me a little confused, but he fell back asleep right after he spoke.

My wrist was still being pulled by him, and I tried to pull it back a few times without success. I couldn’t help frowning, “Hank, let me go first!”

He raised his hand, pressed me down to sit beside him, and said lazily, “Stay with me for a while, I haven’t slept much for several days.”

It sounded like he was extremely tired, so I didn’t say anything else and went ahead to sit next to him – It was no big deal anyway.

He slept so deeply. He must be worn out.

Hank slept extremely deeply and for a long time. Maybe it was because I had nothing to do, so I fell asleep after dazing out for a while.

Suddenly I was woken up by a frightening sound, I opened my eyes. But before I could figure out what was going on, I heard Yara speaking.

“Clara, what are you doing? There are so many helpers going in and out of this villa. How could you be like this… you should avoid it, you are…”

I was a little dizzy and wasn’t sure what was going on. But when I came back to my senses, I couldn’t help but look up at them.

Dennis was right in my sight – I didn’t know when he had arrived, but his handsome face was terrifyingly gloomy, with a heavy hint of anger.

My voice was hoarse, I looked at him and said, “You’re back!”

He looked at me but didn’t speak. His eyes were frighteningly gloomy. I didn’t realize it until now that when I had fallen asleep in Hank’s arms.

So on their way in, they saw Hank and me snuggling.

Realizing why Dennis was angry, I quickly stood up and got away from Hank’s arms. But after sitting in the same position for so long, I felt sudden dizziness hit me, and I couldn’t help sitting down again.

Unfortunately, I fell on Hank’s lap. I had no idea when he woke up. He held on to me and said in a low voice, “Hey, take it easy. Look out for yourself, okay?”

I was stunned for a while. But before I knew it, I was suddenly pulled up, “Mr. Gibson’s busy man, you don’t have to worry about taking care of my wife.”

Dennis hugged me in his arms, wrapping me around me with great force – I could feel tensely the vibe of his anger all over.

“Ugh!” Hank stretched and said extra casually, “Why are you so nervous, Mr. George? What is it? Are you afraid that I would take her away from you?”