Love You Can’t Say

Jenny looked at me and hesitantly said, “Madam, it’s getting late and it’s snowing. Why don’t you go with Mr. George when he gets out of the shower?”

“No, I’m fine.”

I went out of the hall and saw two bodyguards standing at the door of the hall. I couldn’t help but say angrily, “Get out of the way!”

They said nothing.

Jenny had gone upstairs to get Dennis.

I frowned, anger welling up in me. But how was I supposed to take on two strong men?

They stood still and blocked my path.

It wasn’t long before Dennis came downstairs, wearing a bathrobe and his cropped hair dripping.

Seeing me fully dressed, he frowned, “Where are you going?”

“I’m going Out!”

“For what?”

I was a little agitated, “To see a doctor!”

He pressed his lips together. “I’ll ask Mario over later. You go home and get some rest.”

“‘No! I’m going to the hospital.” Hank’s body was taken away, and he had no family. The only one who could bury him was Yara, but he wouldn’t be willing to let her.

This was one thing I had to do.

Dennis’s eyes were all cold, and his lips curled in a stern way. “What are you doing in the hospital right now? Are you taking care of Hank’s death under the guise of a doctor’s appointment?”

I looked at him and sneered. “Does it concern you?”

He almost sneered. “What do you think? Clara, you should at least have some moderation. Hank’s funeral will be handled by Yara and his family. What are you going to do? Do you have to have the whole city buzzing with gossip about you and Hank?”

I was momentarily struck down by his words, so I gave him a sharp look and finally went back to the villa.

He followed me, his voice softening a little, “I’ll send someone over to Hank’s funeral. You…”

I stopped short and looked back at him. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the winding staircase behind him.

Still angry, I raised my hand and pushed him down. He could have reached for the railing to steady himself, but he paused for a few seconds before letting himself go and tumbling.

Although he was a little embarrassed, it still did not affect his noble temperament.

I turned around and went straight to the bedroom.

I was lying in bed in my pajamas when he came in and his eyes darkened a little. There was blood at the corners of his mouth and on his forehead, and his leg and elbow were injured, too. \

Just one glance, I withdrew my eyes, closed them and went to sleep.

Dennis wasn’t angry either. He just looked more and more sullen as he walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Get up and apply the ointment for me.” he said in a heavy voice.

Without speaking, I opened my eyes and glanced at him, then closed them indifferently.

He bent down, pulled back the covers, pressed his slender body on me, put his nose to my forehead, and said in a low, subdued voice, “Don’t you feel sorry for me?”

I pursed my lips and didn’t say anything. Did I feel sorry for him?

Yes!

But I knew that with his skill, even if he fell, he would not have any problems. The worst he could do is get hurt.

Seeing I was still silent, he smiled grimly. “Do you think my wounds are nothing compared to Hank’s death? Is it not worth it to feel sorry for me?”

My heart quivered slightly and I felt a little sad, “Get out of the way!”

He didn’t move. Instead, he took my hand, interlocked it with his, and came down with an aggressive kiss.

He even bit me. I frowned with pain, but could not say a word.

He seemed intent on making me beg, and his motion became more intense.

“When you threw yourself in front of the car, you meant it in that moment, didn’t you?” He kissed me and breathed a little.

Our fingers were so tight that I felt sick, “Do you feel guilt or love for Hank? Do you feel the same way about me? Huh?”

The emotion on his face seemed gentle, and he squinted slightly for my reply.

I pressed my lips together without trying to reply. I didn’t know the difference between love and guilt anymore, and a lot of the time I was confused.

There was silence, and the longer the silence, the colder the air, the more inscrutable the sulks on his face.

After a long pause, he withdrew his eyes, his dark pupils narrowed slightly, and his voice was low. “Clara, how long has it been since we’ve had sex?”

I subconsciously frowned and said, “Dennis, I won’t!”

All I could think about was the image of Hank lying in a pool of blood. I felt terrible and I pushed him away with my hands. “Dennis, I said I won’t, I won’t, can’t you hear me?”

He frowned, his handsome face sullen, raised his hand and pulled off his bathrobe, blocking my resistance into his mouth.

I recoiled as he pulled at my clothes.

“Bang!” Because I wasn’t looking, I hit the nightstand and it hurt.

I was so angry that I kicked him out of bed without thinking. He fell off guarded, but there was a rug under the bed and he was fine.

He sat up and looked at me with a mixture of anger and laughter for a moment. His interest faded, and he looked at me and said, “Well done, Clara!”Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

I put my hand over my head and ignored him. I gave him an angry look and said, “Dennis, if you touch me again, you won’t just get kicked out of bed.”

With that, I pulled the quilt over me, wrapped myself tightly, and closed my eyes for sleep.

What I didn’t realize was that even though I didn’t do anything, Dennis looked at me wistfully for a long time before he sulked into the bathroom.

With all that had happened, my headache was killing me and I couldn’t sleep.

I fumbled on my phone, looked through the contacts, and called Leo.

It wasn’t Leo, and it was a woman’s voice. The voice sounded familiar to me, but I couldn’t recall it for a while.

I simply said, “Excuse me, this is Clara, was Loo there?”

The woman said, “He’s in the shower. He’ll be out in about five minutes. If you trust me enough, you can leave a message and I’ll tell him, but if not, you can call back in five minutes.”

I paused and said, “Please tell him to keep an eye on Hank’s funeral and please ask him to keep an eye on Yara for me. Thank you!”

“You’re welcome!” She said, her voice was still soft and gentle. I thanked her and hung up.

I couldn’t figure out who she was, so I just let it go.

Dennis came out of the bathroom shortly after I hung up. He was wet and dried off before he got into bed.

I tried to avoid him and turned my back on him. He went to bed and pulled me in his arms, and I instinctively tried to avoid him.