Love You Can’t Say

I was sitting in the crowded city, and the wind was a little cooler in City P. After a few bites of dessert, I couldn’t eat any more.

Looking at the rest of the many, I couldn’t help but feel some pity. After some hesitation, I got up to throw it in the trash.

“Mr. Gibson, your hotel is already booked.” Someone said not far away.

I threw the dessert into the trash can and looked sideways.

A man in a dark suit handed a file bag to a black Bentley on the side of the road.

They probably came out to take over the job. It was getting late. I should probably get back.

Just as I was about to take my eyes back, I suddenly saw the man in the back seat, with his cool and resolute features, familiar and strange.

It was Hank!

He… Was it him?

I froze for about two seconds before I ran to the car without reaching for my bag, which was sitting on my chair.

“Hank!” I said, and the man in the car seemed to hear it, and his handsome face stopped slightly.

He cast a cold glance in my direction, took the papers impassively, closed the door, and sped away.

I followed the car, Shouting, “Hank!”

But the car had no intention of stopping. It was at the traffic lights and I saw the black Bentley stop.

I was so happy that I rushed straight to it, but I was in such a hurry that I didn’t notice the car coming.

By the time I knew I’d been hit by a car, I was lying on the ground.

There was a small, scratchy ache in the knee and elbow.

“Miss, are you okay?” The driver who hit me got out and nervously helped me to my feet. He looked at me and said apologetically, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to. I didn’t see you burst out of there.”

I shook my head, and before I could speak back, I looked up at the Bentley, which had gone past the traffic lights.

I was sure I was right. It was Hank.

But, wasn’t he…?

“Let me take you to the hospital, miss. I see you’re bleeding a lot. I don’t know if it’s serious.”Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Said the driver, his face white. He must have been scared.

I froze for a moment, then saw my knees and elbows were bleeding.

The cut I got from Olivia was already healed, but I just got hit by the car and it started t bleed again.

The wound was a little big, so there was a lot of blood.

“Then thank you.” I couldn’t drive myself right now.

…

In the hospital.

The doctor cleaned the wound for me, and the driver paid the medical fee. He still looked at me with a sorry face.

I couldn’t help feeling guilty when I saw him in a hurry and still taking care of me here, so I said, “It was my responsibility today, and I asked you to take me to the hospital, sorry. I’m all right now, and you can leave.”

He looked at my mangled knee and said, “I’m sorry that I hit you. Call your family, and when they get here, I’ll take responsibility.”

The man was honest, and I was ashamed to delay him. I said several times that I didn’t need him, but he insisted that he wait for my family to communicate with them.

So I had to call Dennis.

Dennis’s voice was low. “Hello?”

Embarrassed, I said, “Dennis, are you busy right now?”

He said, “What’s wrong?”

“I’ve just been hit by a car and hurt myself a little. Can you come to the hospital?”

“Hit by a car?” His voice grew a little heavier.

I couldn’t say more, so I said, “Well, it’s just a slight injury. Can you come over?”

“Address!” With that, he took the phone away and said, “This is the end of today’s meeting, go back to discuss how to solve the specific problem, bye!”

“Are you in a meeting?” I was a little surprised and involuntarily looked at the time on my phone. It was already six o’clock.

He said, “What’s the address?”

“People’s Hospital! Slow down, it’s not a big deal.” I said that and hung up.

The driver looked at me with a vague sense of worry and remorse.

In about fifteen minutes.

Dennis arrived.

He came in a hurry and was still cold. When he saw me lying in bed, frowning, he looked aside at the nurse and said, “How is she?”

The nurse paused for a moment, blushing as her fair eyes glistened, “She’s fine. She just got bruises. It’s just that the original wound has been ripped open, so that’s a bit of a problem, but the rest will be fine in a few days.”

Dennis’s dark eyes fell on me, his lips closed, and he didn’t say a word. Instead, he looked aside at the driver, who was intimidated by his power.

“Was it her responsibility, or yours?”

The driver paused, startled by his cold air, and said, “I was going at the right speed, and this lady swerved into the lane, and I didn’t have time to stop before I hit her. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

Dennis looked at me. “Is that right?”

I nodded and said, “I’m fine. Snice my family is here, you can go back now. Thank you.”

The driver probably thought Dennis was a little timid because of his high pressure. He nodded his head slightly, said a few words of apology and left.

However, the nurse who just came in to change the potion did not go. She stood beside the hospital bed to clean up the bottle, with a pair of elegant eyes looking at Dennis from time to time.

Dennis had a good appearance, which made him outstanding and dazzling in the crowd. With his noble and cool temperament, it was inevitable that little girls would be fascinated by him.

“What happened?” Dennis said, his eyes resting on my bandaged foot.

I thought about it and said, “I was distracted walking, so I got hit, and this is what happened.”

He frowned. “So your eyes are for panting?”

I pressed my lips together, looked at him and tilted my head, “Aren’t you supposed to be hugging me right now? Why are you picking on me?”

When the nurse finally went out, I looked up at Dennis and said, “Don’t be so cold, or I’ll think you don’t care about me!”

He walked over to me, took a good look at my bandaged area, and sighed. “Watch your car the next time you walk. Luckily, it was a minor injury, but anything worse, I would have had to take your body.”

I…

He has a really strange way of thinking!

When he saw some sweets next to my bag, he asked, “Were you shopping when you were hit?”