Love You Can’t Say

I nodded and looked at him and smiled, “Would you like to try some? This is really good. I tried it once. And I went shopping for it today!”

He frowned, not much interested in dessert, and said, “You want it?”

I raised my eyebrows, looked at my bandaged hand and said, “Do you think I’m still able to eat it now?”

He smiled, looking awfully good. “Flatter me, and then I’ll consider feeding you.”

“How to flatter you?” I asked him, cocking my head.

He looked at me seriously with his fine eyes, which was self-evident.

I froze, then realized what he meant.

Seeing his cheek close to me, I kissed him on his handsome cheek and said with a smile, “Was it okay?”

He raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, “Nearly!”

After a few bites of dessert, I looked into Dennis’s handsome face and paused. “Dennis, do you think the dead can come back to life?”

I saw Hank lying there in a pool of blood and not breathing the day he died. How come…

He looked at me and frowned slightly. “What happened? Why do you suddenly ask this question?”

“Well!” I smiled and changed the subject. “I’m just curious.”

It was really just a scratch, and I couldn’t rest at the hospital, so a few hours later, I begged Dennis to take me back to the villa.

After putting me back in the bedroom, he went to the study and said he had some business to attend to.

I was thinking about Hank and all I could think about was that guy I saw downtown today.

After lying there for a long time, I couldn’t resist holding my phone and trying to call Leo.

Leo said wearily when he got on the phone, “It’s been five hours. Just say it. What’s your reason for skipping?”

Then it suddenly occurred to me that today he was taking me to a dress fitting.

I couldn’t help saying, “I’m sorry. I was hit by a car on my way here. I just came back from the hospital and forgot to tell you.”

He gasped. “Hit by a car? What’s the matter?”

It was hard to explain, so I went straight to the point. “Can you track down the person who disposed of Hank’s body?”

He said curiously. “He’s turned to ash. What happened? Did you realize, belatedly, that you loved him?”

Speechless, I said angrily, “What are you talking about? I saw a guy just like Hank today. They are almost the same person.”

“So, you were rushing after him, and that’s why you got hurt?” The voice on the other end of the line was mocking, “Clara, he’s dead. You believe in life after death? Unless he faked his death, he can’t come back to life. Don’t bother yourself and go to the party in peace.”

I pressed my lips together, trying to say something, but I thought even if I did, he might think I was thinking too much.

After a pause and a brief chat, I hung up with him.

As soon as I hung up, I suddenly saw Dennis standing in the doorway with low, cold air.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

“Are you done?” I said, unconsciously putting my phone away.

His eyes fell on me, so deep that I couldn’t see through them.

“Stop talking on the phone. If you’re sleepy, have a good rest.” He was obviously concerned about me, but I felt particularly cold.

I nodded to say something else to him, but he had already turned away and the bedroom door was smashed.

Was he angry?

I didn’t know what he was angry about, I just found it puzzling.

Dennis did not return to the bedroom that night.

Maybe it was the potion. Although I was hurt, I slept soundly that night, and vaguely saw someone standing next to me.

But I slept so deeply that I couldn’t keep my eyes open.

The next day.

I was awakened by the chill on my elbows. I opened my eyes and Mario was changing my dressing.

I froze and said, “Dr. Bennett, did Dennis send you here?”

He nodded and applied the medicine intently.

Nanny Daisy came up with the breakfast, looked at me and said, “Clara, Mr. George is out on business, and he has asked you to have a good rest at home after breakfast!”

I froze for a moment and looked at Mario and said, “Has the company had a lot going on lately? Does he have to work weekends?”

He looked up at me, his eyebrows raised. “Not much.”

I looked at Nanny Daisy and paused. “Was he in the study all last night?”

Nanny Daisy paused and said, “I did see him come out of his study when I came in this morning. But I’m not sure if he was there all night.”

I thought Dennis was angry, but I didn’t know what he was angry about.

After taking care of my wound, Mario gave me a distant look and said, “Don’t walk around for a few days. Don’t touch water or do strenuous exercise.”

I nodded and looked at him. “Was Dennis angry when he called you this morning?”

He raised his eyebrows and said nothing. After packing the medicine box, he left without saying a word!

I…

…

In the evening, Dennis didn’t come back until after dinner.

He looked cold, and I offered to speak to him, “Nanny Daisy has cooked something delicious and I’m waiting for you to come back.”

He gave me a faint look and said, “I’ve already had dinner!”

Was he still angry?

I watched him stride up the stairs into the study, confused.

“Clara, why don’t you give him something to eat? I don’t think he looks very well. I guess he has a lot on his mind at work. You guys have a good chat. That’s the way it is. You need to learn to communicate with each other whether you are happy or not.”

Nanny Daisy handed me the home-cooked dishes that Dennis usually liked.

At the door of the study.

I knocked on the door several times and waited for a while, but no one answered, so I just opened the door and went in.

The study was extremely dark, and when the door was opened there was a strong smell of smoke.

“Dennis?”

Turning on the light, I saw Dennis resting on the back of his chair with his eyes closed. There was a cold look on his face.

I set it down on the table and whispered, “Dennis, Nanny Daisy has cooked something you like. Try it.”

He closed his eyes, but his anger was unmistakable in the cool air in his study.

When I noticed the picture on his computer, I couldn’t help being stunned for a moment. This was the video of me being hit by the car in downtown yesterday.

How did he get this?

“Link asked us to go to Kennedy’s house next Monday to deal with the matter of joining the Kennedy family. You have been very busy recently, what about I…”

“Clara!” Dennis interrupted me and opened his black, bloodshot eyes.

“Do you lover him?” He said in a low, harsh voice, turning his chair and looking straight at me. “You can see him in a crowd, and you can chase him at the risk of your life. You can’t let him go, can you?”

It was so cool and sarcastic that I took a moment to see why he was angry.