Love You Can’t Say

I tilted my head and leaned on his shoulder. “I was going to tell you, but I thought you were in City P, so I thought I’d call you when I got there.”

He nodded and put his arm around me. “Just tell me wherever you are. Let me know you’re safe.”

I said OK and looked at the crowds and said, “How did you find this place?”

He smiled, “Can you guess?”

I shook my head. I couldn’t guess. I lifted eyes to see his eyes with some warm light, “perhaps it is fate!”

“Yes!” He nodded and kissed me lightly on the forehead.

The streets were mottled and messy, and the gentle rain was falling. Our eyes met, and the kiss came unexpectedly.

Eager and crazy, but gentle and long. There was a gasp in the air, perhaps because some passers-by had come by unexpectedly.

Maybe someone recognized Dennis, and after a long time, he let me go. There was no one around, but passers-by stopped and looked at us deliberately, as if inquiring or surprised.

Someone took a picture with a cell phone, probably because he recognized Dennis.

I looked up at him, blushing. “We’re being looked at like monkeys. It’s your fault.”

He smiled and took me in his hand. “It’s my fault!”

The black Maybach pulled over and put me in the driver’s seat. Toby got out and walked over to Dennis.

Dennis whispered something in his ear, and then Dennis got in the car, looked at me sideways, and said, “Do you want to eat something?”

I realized I had been sitting here for hours.

“Okay!”

At the French restaurant.

This had always been the habitual choice.

In four years, Newton Town had changed a lot. Dennis picked out the address, on top of the City Garden in the heart of the city, with a great view.

Before we had even ordered, we ran into someone we knew. It was not an acquaintance of mine. It was Dennis’s.

Kind of a legend, Bernice Miller. We were far apart. Her elaborate makeup and clothes made her the most noticeable woman in the room.

Bernice Miller, who saw me as she walked in, had a slightly stiff smile on her face, as if she were thinking.

But only for a moment. She smiled and looked at Dennis, “I thought you were busy at work, but I’m surprised you’re meeting a friend.”

Dennis didn’t show much emotion. He just said, “You’re here alone?”

She smiled, “I have an appointment with a friend. HY Technology Co., Ltd. needs to find the right photographer for its promotion.”

Dennis nodded and said, “Well, go ahead!”

Bernice Miller smiled with slight embarrassment and looked at me politely. “And this one is?”

“She’s my wife Clara Kennedy!” Dennis said, pointing to a stiff-faced Bernice Miller, looked at me and said, “Bernice Miller, actress from the George Group.”

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She looked at me and held out her hand. “Hello, Miss Kennedy, I’m Bernice Miller. You can call me Bernice.”

I nodded, shook her hand, and smiled. “I’m Clara, his ex-wife. Hello. Miss Bernice.”

She paused for a few seconds, then said, “Ex-wife? You and Mr. George are divorced?”

I nodded, “It’s been four years.”

Bernice Miller seemed surprised, but as an actress, her expression was well controlled. She smiled. “Well, I’m going to meet my friends. See you later!”

Dennis said very little. He just nodded nonchalantly.

I smiled without saying much.

As Bernice Miller walked away, Dennis stared at me and I started to say, “You’re probably failing such a good restaurant by looking at me like that.”

He smiled, then elegantly cut the steak into pieces and placed it in front of me in exchange for the untouched steak.

I didn’t like cutting steak. It was a fact that I was clumsy. Diana used to say that when I cut steak it felt like I was dissecting a corpse.

Part of the reason why People in Europe liked to use knives and forks was because long ago, people in Europe mostly ate raw food, so they mostly cut and ate it on the fly.

I didn’t check Diana’s conclusion, but somehow, I had this idea in my mind.

Bernice Miller was not far away. She could see me and Dennis from her vantage point.

“Drink some juice first!” Dennis said. He was already pushing the juice to my lips.

I was forced to drink, laughing at the man’s gesture, which was mostly deliberate.

“I’ll do it myself. You don’t have to do it!” I was not being pretentious, but it was somehow unnatural to be looked at by Bernice Miller from such a distance.

“Since we’re dating, it’s natural to be intimate.” There was definitely something intentional about him.

I sighed. He really bore a grudge!

Looking at the steak he sent to my mouth, I felt a little helpless, “I really can do it myself.”

He raised his eyebrows. “I like to feed you.”

I guessed he treated me like a pig.

Coming out of the restaurant, I smiled in the car, “When I was in HL Area, one day in a bar, a young man named Luke White professed his love for me as Bernice Miller and left me a bunch of flowers.”

I was not really interested in other people’s misconceptions. It was just that I’d been told I was like to her a few times and I was a little confused.

So I took a closer look at Bernice Miller. We did look alike. Our eyes and eyebrows were very similar, and our noses were very similar, too.

He started the car and smiled. “There are many people in this world who are similar in appearance. Although they try to imitate you, but the temperament and verve were ultimately impossible to imitate. No matter how much they look like you, they’re not you.”

I smiled and said no more.

I was tired after a long day. I woke up in a daze and saw him parked his car downstairs in a villa.

I said, still sleepy. “Where are we?”

“We are in our home!” He said, leaning over to unfasten my seat belt.

I opened my eyes. Our eyes met and there was something indescribable about it. His breath was warm, with a hint of tobacco.

I subconsciously looked away, but suddenly he kissed me, fiercely and persistently.

It took me a long time to find my voice. “Clarie’s still at YT Apartment. I need to get back!”

“I called Alex. He’ll take care of Clarie. There’s no reason to live apart from me now that you’re back.”

I frowned, “We’re divorced.”

He said hoarsely. “I didn’t sign it.”

He picked me up and went straight into the villa. With hindsight, I found we were in T Villas.

Four years later, except for the refurbished exterior of the house, the inside of the villa was basically the same as before. As I entered the villa, I said, “I can walk myself!”

It was more or less out of place to be held like this.

He smiled. “It’s okay. Take a break with your eyes closed.”

I smiled. It was just a short walk. Why should we worry about these few minutes?

To my surprise, there were people in the living room. It was Yara and Bernice Miller, whom I had met during the day.