Love You Can’t Say

He raised his hand, brushed my hair behind my ear, and sighed silently. “I don’t want you to see him again, not even for a moment!”

After a pause, he said, “Hank is kind to you, I know that. But I know how he feels about you, too, because I’m a man. Clara, will you promise me to stay as far away from him as possible in future?”

I nodded and rubbed myself into his arms. “I know, it was just a coincidence today. Living in the same house, how could we not see each other? When Yank’s funeral is over, we’ll go home, and we’ll never see him again.”

He pressed his lips together, pressed me into his arms, rolled over and pressed me under him. “Make it up to me, then, okay?”

I could not help blushing, subconsciously tried to hide, but he caught me, followed by a love affair.

…

Dennis was busy, and it was all about the hospital. Hundreds of hospitals had had accidents. If it were not for his strong ability, the George Group would have been crushed by public opinion by now.

But there was nothing I could do about it. I didn’t know what Mario was to Dennis, so I just kept quiet.

The next day.

After Dennis left, Yara came upstairs, grabbed me and said she was going out for a walk. Yank’s funeral was coming in a few days, and she wanted to find a new house.

Yank left the Gibson house to Hank, so after the funeral, Yara was moving out.

After a few days, I thought I would freeze to death. We went to see the house every day, and Yara was not satisfied with almost everything, either because of the lack of light or proximity to the city center.

Indeed, a house like the Gibson’s was one of the finest in every respect. Even the rich could hardly buy one like this.

After all these years, Yara didn’t want to find a place worse than Gibson’s. After all, she was very rich.

A suitable house couldn’t be available soon, and with Yank’s funeral coming up, Yara had to deal with Yank’s funeral first.

Gibson’s. The day of the funeral.

Yara got up early to prepare for Yank’s funeral, which was in the afternoon after all the guests had paid their respects to Yank.

After the funeral ceremony, Yara finally breathed a sigh of relief after several tense days.

After taking a few deep bows at the gravesite and saying goodbye to Yank, Yara took a look at Hank, who had been standing in front of the tombstone for so long. After a few days, he became more and more cold and harsh.

His long body seemed to be covered with frost, cold and murderous.

Since Gloria’s accident, Hanks murderous streak had only intensified.

“Clara, let’s go!” After taking one look at Hank, Yara pulled me away.

I opened my mouth, but none of those comforting words came out.

I got in the car with Yara and she took a long breath and said, “Dennis will pick you up later. I’ll have the driver take you downtown. Dennis will meet you there.”

I nodded without saying much, thinking of Hank standing alone in front of the gravestone.

I feel a little empty inside. For the rest of his life, he would be alone, free and lonely.

The car pulled into the city center, Yara got out, and her driver went straight to the office.

I was a little confused. “Aren’t you going to the office?”

She looked in the driver’s direction and sighed. “In a few minutes…”

Hardly had the words been spoken when there was a deafening sound. I froze for about two or three seconds and looked in the direction the driver was driving away.

A tanker truck crashed right into the Gibson’s black Bentley. The car was deformed, and the occupants had little chance of survival.

Yara slumped to the ground, her pupils constricted, her body shaking as she said, “He’s going to kill me, he’s really going to kill me!”

I stopped breathing for a few seconds and reached out to help her. She grabbed me, looked at me and said in disbelief, “Clara, Hank is crazy, and he’s going to kill me. He wants me dead!”

“You get up first,” I said. “It was an accident.”

“No!” She kept shaking her head. “It wasn’t an accident. It wasn’t an accident at all. He had arranged everything in advance. It was a conspiracy. It was really a conspiracy.”

With a frown on my face, I helped her and let her sit on a rest chair and sighed, “Wait for me here. I’ll buy you a bottle of water.”

She was obviously scared, and she was imagining things.

She tugged at me, shook her head and said, “Clara, you can’t leave me. Hank’s going to kill me. You can’t leave me!”

I frowned for a moment. “Hank could have killed you a hundred times if he really wanted to. He couldn’t have done it that way. That was an accident. Don’t get it straight. I’m gonna get you a bottle of water.”

After breaking her hand, I went to the supermarket and I couldn’t help feeling sad. Hank had been a lot glum lately, but that didn’t mean he hated Yara enough to want to kill her.

After buying water, I was about to turn back when I saw a black Maybach heading in the direction Yara was sitting.

It was all so fast, so fast that I hardly knew what I was doing. Almost out of nowhere, Dennis darted out of nowhere and shielded Yara.

I stopped breathing for a moment, threw the water and ran in Dennis’s direction, instinctively getting in front of Dennis.

My eyes widened in horror when I saw the guy in the window. It was Hank. How could he…

He probably didn’t expect me to run through at this point. He steered the wheel away from me and straight into a traffic light.

As he pulled up, I was relieved and looked back at Yara, who was paralyzed by fear.

“I told you he was going to kill…”

“Bang!” A loud voice broke out, interrupting Yara’s shaky voice.

I froze, and a strong, overwhelming feeling of grief surged through my heart.

I didn’t know how much courage it took me to turn around and look at Hank, who had parked safely.

He was lying on the ground covered in blood, red blood spreading around him.

Why did he get out of the car?

My legs went limp, the air was sucked out of my body, and I fell to my knees without warning. I looked over at him, trying to crawl over there, but my strength was gone.

How did that happen?

Why did he get out of the car when he was clear? Why would he go the other way? Why would he do that?Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Yara also saw Hank on the ground and cried out, tears mixed with fear.

Dennis picked me up and I grabbed him for a long time before I said, “Get him to the hospital!”