Love You Can’t Say

I frowned and looked down to pull her, but she did not get up and continued to cry, “You’re the only one who can help me now. Steven is a monster. He put me up to something I shouldn’t have done in order to stay in AC. Later I found out that he was violent and terrible. He always beat me, scolded me and sometimes drove me out of the house in the middle of the night. I can’t bear it! I have no family or friends, only you, only you can help me!”

I didn’t know what to do, so I said, “Since you’re not happy, why don’t you get a divorce? Isn’t he in jail now? Just get a new job and get on with your life. What do you want me to do?”

She kept shaking her head, tears streaming down her face. “It’s no use. When he started abusing me, I called the police and they detained him, but within a few days he got out and started torturing me even more. I had no choice. I wanted a divorce, but he wouldn’t let me. It just went on and on. I really don’t know what to do, please help me!”

“But how?” I didn’t know what to say. It was a family matter. What can I do to help? Besides, she was the only one who could help herself.

She looked up with her red and puffy eyes. “Steven relied on the CEO of AC, which is also from the Pearson family. If they do not help him, he would be in jail for more than three years. After three years of separation, our marriage will be dissolved, and I’ll be free. Mr. George loves you so much, and he would help you if you ask him.”

I was speechless. Since when did Dennis love me?

I opened my mouth and was about to speak when I was interrupted.

“She can’t help you.” Hank, out of nowhere, walked over to Jackie and me and said to Jackie, “She’s in trouble, and she can’t help you. She was so impulsive about what happened today, she didn’t even think about the consequences. You should know better how a man as extreme as your husband will get back at her if she helps you.”

With that, Hank pulled me away. I felt sorry for Jackie when I turned around and saw her on her knees crying.

“In fact, she might really need my help!” Following Hank, I couldn’t help but say.

“What! He stopped out of the blue, and I didn’t notice that, so I ran right into his back. I hit my nose and felt numb from the pain.

“Clara, do you know how ridiculous your kindness is?” He looked at me with anger in his eyes.

I didn’t know why he suddenly got so angry. I rubbed my nose and said, “No, she’s been with me for two years, and I…”

“So? Is she still with you now? Is she still your assistant? Does she still work for you? Clara, how can you be so merciful to everyone? What do you want? Do you want to create a Madonna image for yourself? Do you want people to worship you?”

His voice was low and intense with emotion. His eyes were red and he looked drunk.

“Hank, are you drunk?” I said, reaching for him, but he shook me off.

He took me by the shoulders, looked me in the eye, and said, “Do you feel sorry for me, too? Yara George took the lead and cut my mother out of my life. And I had to watch her and my father’s love with indifference, and bear his cold eyes. Do you feel sorry for me?”

I scowled that the man was really drunk.

I sighed and supported him. “You don’t need my sympathy, Hank. You’re drunk and let me drive you home.”

After greeting everyone, I ignored their eyes and helped Hank down the stairs.

He was somewhat sober, and when he reached the dining-room door, he sat down on the steps like a child and did not move.

I looked at him and said, “Hank, let me take you home!”

“I have no home!”

“Then let’s go to the hotel!”

He looked at me and pressed his lips together. “You’re coming with me!”

I was speechless.

“I’ll take you there!”

What a trouble he was!

“Never mind, I’ll sit here all night.” He was half drunk and got angry.

He made me speechless. I looked at him and said, “Ok, you stay here all night. I’ll go home first.”

Then I turned to get a taxi.

Suddenly, he caught me from behind, saying in a very hoarse and helpless voice, “Clara, where’s your sympathy? I would be frozen to death if you don’t send me home.”

Looking at his flushed face and handsome features, I nodded, “Well, you can freeze to death!”

One cannot reason with a drunkard.

He looked at me with dark eyes and held me tight. His head was moving toward me.

Realizing what he was trying to do, I angrily pushed him away, “Hank, you’re drunk!”

He grabbed me so hard and he wouldn’t let me move. We were on the side of the road, and I was worried that if I pushed too hard I would push him into the road, which was dangerous.

So, he and I got tangled up on the side of the road. From a distance, we looked more like a couple making out.

He put his arm around me and rubbed himself against me. I was very angry and said, “Hank, what do you…”

Before I could finish my sentence, Hank was pulled away with a sudden force, and then I heard Hank’s muffled grunt.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

The next thing I know, Dennis and Hank were fighting. Technically, Dennis was punching Hank.

He hit him so hard that Hank’s face was blue. Probably because he was drunk, Hank didn’t fight back and let Dennis hit him.

I was afraid something was going to happen. I grabbed Dennis by his shirt and said, “Dennis, he might be dead if you keep hitting him.”

Dennis looked very angry and his eyes were cold. “You care about him?”

I frowned and heard Hank’s desperate voice, “Clara, I knew you cared about me!”

I…

He was clearly trying to get Dennis to beat him up.

Sure enough, Dennis got even angrier. He picked up the man on the ground and punchesd him down again.

Like a fool, Hank let himself get beat up. The more he hit him, the more he laughed. “As hard as you hit me, Clara cared so much about me!”

I think Hank was crazy. Sure enough, Dennis picked him up and kicked him in the stomach.

Hank groaned and fell to the ground, struggling for a long time to get up.

I stopped Dennis and said calmly, “Dennis, can’t you see he’s trying to piss you off? You want to beat him to death and go to jail?”

Dennis pursed his lips and gasped. “The bastard asked for it.”

I was speechless, so I didn’t help the man lying on the ground. Instead, I looked at Stones Washington who heard the noise and said, “Mr. Washington, could you please send Mr. Gibson back? He might be hurt. Please take him to the hospital, check him out. Thank you!”

Stones took one look at the cold Dennis, smiled a little, nodded to me and let Hank be helped away.