Love You Can’t Say

I was a little stunned and asked, “Why a wedding? Didn’t we have it before?”

He chuckled. “I owe you so much for our wedding. Let’s do it again and give us the perfect wedding. Besides, if you become a Kennedy, in the old Link Kennedy way, he might want his daughter to marry off in style. In this way, we will fulfill his intention of marrying a daughter for half his life.”

I laughed, “You and Link have not met several times, how do you know him so well? What if he just casually accepted me as a nominally adopted daughter? Besides, it’s just a matter of words.”

He placed the roast meat in my bowl and said, “Everyone in City P knows Link Kennedy is a man of his word, and he meant it when he announced so loudly that he wanted you to be part of his family!”

I lowered my head and swallowed the food in my mouth, finding it difficult to swallow.

Perhaps Sensing my change of mood, Dennis took me by the hand and said, “What else do you want?”

There were already a lot of things on the table. I shook my head slightly and said lightly, “Are there really parents in this world who don’t want their children? Link is just someone I’ve only met a few times, but he’s willing to call me his daughter. That means I’m not that bad. Why don’t they want me?”

I fought back the feeling of wanting to cry, feeling very sad. For more than 20 years, I’ve told myself I’d be better off without them.

Grandma loved me. I was not related to her by blood, but she gave me all the best love she could, and that was enough.

But the more I grew up, when I saw everyone with their parents and relatives, the more I felt sad. Why was I still alone in the end?NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

Dennis got up and walked over to me, took me in his arms, patted me on the back and said, “You still have me, don’t you?”

After a long time, I straightened out of his arms, exhaled, looked at him with a faint smile and said, “Dennis, you’re not really good at comforting people at all.”

He smiled faintly, with some warmth on his handsome face, “Next time I’ll try my best.”

I smiled, took a few bites, and actually lost my appetite. He was on a business trip tomorrow, and we were supposed to go back to the villa.

But Yara kept calling, asking Dennis and me to go over to Gibson’s, with some kind of request. Dennis was a little reluctant, but Yara was almost begging.

So, we had no choice but to go there.

The Gibson’s!

Dennis was on a video conference. I had nothing to do. I saw that it was snowing lightly outside, and it looked beautiful in the moonlight.

So I couldn’t help but go downstairs to go for a walk. There were many plum blossoms in the yard, and the white snow on the ground was printed with moonlight, which was all dreamily beautiful.

I walked a few steps in the yard against the snow, and looked back at the ground with my footprints in different shades, looking particularly good, and I felt a lot better.

If Dennis wasn’t busy, I could have asked him to join me for a snowball fight! What a pity!

With this thought, I rolled a snowball from the ground. The snow was so deep that I made a big one in no time.

I couldn’t help but find a position to play my own snowball fights, which was really boring.

The snow on the plum blossom was blown down, revealing a certain coolness.

When I saw Hank, I was enjoying myself, throwing snowballs to hit the snow on the plum branches.

I didn’t expect him to come out of the archway and hit him right in the face with the snowball I had thrown.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s windy outside. You’ll get sick if you stay out too long.” The man’s handsome and cold face was indifferent and did not show any emotion. His tall and straight figure was blurred in the snowflakes.

As he spoke, he threw the large padded coat that hung from his arms over me. “Go back now, it’s cold!”

I paused, nodded, and turned to go back.

Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and his voice dropped. “Are you and Dennis back together again?”

I paused, nodded, thought for a while and said, “Hank, you are really a great guy. You will be very happy in the future.”

He looked at me and was silent for a long time. “How do you know I’ll be happy? Clara, do you know what happens when someone who has lived in darkness for years suddenly sees the sun?”

As I pressed my lips together and looked at him, he continued, “If I never saw the sun, maybe darkness wouldn’t bother me. You’ll probably never know what it’s like to savor sunshine in the dark.”

The feeling of powerlessness choked my breath, but I couldn’t say anything.

Looking at him, I wanted to say something, but in the end, I couldn’t say a word. “Well, if Dennis values you enough, you will be happy this life. But if he misses you…”

“We won’t miss each other!” A man’s deep voice came from behind him. It was Dennis. “Thank you for your coat, Mr. Gibson.”

Hank’s eyes narrowed, his lips tightened, his face turned cold and he blurted out, “You’re welcome.”

Dennis half wrapped me in his arms and walked straight into the hall. He had walked a little fast, and he was still angry when he reached the bedroom. I expected him to be mad at me for a while, but didn’t expect him to just say, “I’m going to take a shower!”

Then he went straight into the bathroom. He was angry, I knew.

He came out of the bathroom wearing a white bathrobe, and he was in great shape. Seeing me sitting in the imperial chair, he said without expression, “It’s getting late. Go and have a rest.”

His lukewarm manner left me speechless for a moment. I bowed my head slightly and simply turned around and went to the bathroom.

When I came out of the shower, he was lying down and seemed to be asleep.

I dried my hair and climbed into bed. He had his back to me. I put my arm around him, pressed my face against his back, and said softly, “Dennis, I can’t sleep without you hugging me.”

He paused for a moment, then said only in a cold voice, “Good night!”

I pressed my lips together and held him close for a moment, but when he still had his back to me, I got up and crawled across from him and squeezed myself into his arms.

I slipped into his arms and let him circle me. His eyes were closed and his face was haggard, probably because he was so tired these days.

I raised my hand, ran my fingers through the stubble on his chin, and said, “Dennis, if you don’t talk to me, I’m gonna assume you don’t want to talk to me, and we’re gonna have to sleep in separate beds. I don’t want a cold husband.”

He opened his eyes, which shone brightly in the darkness. “Cold?”

I nodded. “Yes, very cold. It’s snowing, but you’re even colder than the snow!” I said, aggrieved.