Love You Can’t Say

As soon as Hank left, Dennis gave me a cold, clearly angry look.

Okay, I guess this was my fault.

“Well… He’s drunk!” I said, a little guilty.

His lips tightened and his black eyes narrowed. “So?”

I was stunned, so?

So, what?

On reflection, I said, “There’s nothing between me and him. He was drunk. I just ran into Jackie at the restaurant, and she seemed pretty miserable right now. Did you do that to her?”

He frowned, and his voice was clearly angry. “Clara, you’re changing the subject!”

I…

Well, I am!

Looking at him, I pursed my lips and stopped talking. I just looked at him with my eyes open and said nothing.

Seeing me like this, he got even angrier, “You’re not going to explain?”

I pressed my lips together. “I explained, but you didn’t listen!”

“You…” Seeing him so angry, I suddenly found him a little cute.

I paused. “How about that? You just kicked Hank’s ass anyway. Why don’t you give me a spanking, too, so you won’t be angry.”

I couldn’t think of anything else to do.

He was speechless and coldly replied, “I want to kill you!”

He looked at me coldly and walked away.

We were on the street and there was a lot of noise just now. It was probably already been posted on the Internet, and there was gonna be trouble.

I jogged after him, and he got into the car coldly. I reached for the passenger door and it wouldn’t open.

His car was so high that I had to stand on tiptoe to see him, “Dennis, what are you doing?”

“You can walk home!” He said this coldly and drove away.

I froze in the spot and didn’t know what to do.

Good for you!

It was not hard to get a taxi downtown, but I’ve tried several times and it was already taken.

Moments later, a black Cadillac pulled up in front of me with the Windows rolled down to reveal Toby’s serious face.

“Ma’am, Mr. George asked me to take you home!”

I think that was the first time he called me Ma’am. He used to call me Mrs. Kennedy, which was quite strange.

But I was still angry. “Why didn’t he just let me freeze to death in the street?”

“Ma’am, it’s not that cold in Newton Town at night. Staying overnight won’t freeze you to death, it’ll just give you a cold!”

What the fuck?

“Will you die of a cold?” He left me speechless.

He nodded and paused. “But the chances of dying from a cold are not very high, unless it’s from another virus.”

I…

Well.

I shut up, opened the door, got in, and said, “Thank you. Just take me home!”

He nodded with a calm look on his face.

As we approached the villa, I said, “Toby, where’s your girlfriend?”

“Ma’am, I don’t have a girlfriend!”

I nodded and said, “Well, if you had a girlfriend, she’d probably be pissed off.”

He took one look at me, drove seriously, and said, “I’m married!”

I…

I felt as if I was making myself unhappy and shut up completely.

When I got to the villa, I got off and went straight back to the villa.

The lights in the hall were on. I changed my shoes in the hallway and saw a man sitting in the living room calmly drinking tea and reading a book.

I couldn’t help saying, “Feigned!”

He frowned, looked at me coldly, and did not speak, but looked.

I ignored him and went straight upstairs.

“Clara, stop!” He suddenly spoke, and I was stopped at the top of the stairs.

I looked back at him and said, “What?”Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

He was so angry that he laughed. “Fuck you! How can you be so proud when you’ve done something wrong?”

I pressed my lips together and stared at him. “I’m proud, can’t I?”

He got speechless.

He exhaled and spoke directly to his purpose. “I’ll let you go about this today. Stay away from Hank Gibson.”

“I have to work!” I looked down and said, “Besides, Hank was drunk tonight.”

He caught me by the wrist, and he swallowed his anger and said, “Clara, what do you want from me?”

Seeing that he was really angry, I looked up at him and said, “Okay, I’ll try not to see him in the future. I’ll keep a fine line. You did it with Olivia, but there’s nothing going on between me and Hank. You don’t have to be so fussy about everything.”

It was a habit to mention Olivia, even though I know she didn’t have anything to do with Olivia, but I couldn’t help but bring her up in an argument.

He was dreadfully grave. “Did what? What do you know that makes you think I had an affair with Olivia? Is this revenge or is it fun, Clara, what do you think you are?”

We couldn’t talk about this anymore. There was going be a big fight.

Looking at his angry face, I thought for a moment and said, “Dennis, I was wrong. I’ll try to keep my distance from him.”

He paused, squinting at me. “Clara, is there something you’re not telling me?”

I…

Well!

Why would I apologize? Why should I give in? I was speechless. He wouldn’t listen to me.

Taking a breath, I gave him as good a smile as I could. “Dennis, I’ve said what I need to say, and it’s up to you to believe it or not!”

If I said anything more, I would fucking die.

I ignored him and went straight upstairs.

He grabbed me by the wrist.

I was totally pissed off, “Dennis, are you done yet?”

“Don’t be angry and don’t go upstairs now. Get me something to eat first. I’m hungry.” He said, looking less angry.

“Don’t you have hands of your own?” I said crossly. Perhaps he had only recently arrived in Newton Town, and the servants were not staying at the cottage at night.

He pressed his lips together. “My hand hurts!” He held out his hand to me, looked at me and said, “From the fight.”

I was very surprised.

If I hadn’t seen how he punched Hank just now, I would have thought he was really hurt.

He had gotten a little red patch on his hand, probably from punching someone.

“Aren’t you ashamed, Dennis?”

He raised his eyebrows and said proudly, “Not at all!” Then he reached out to me and said, “I’m really hungry. I haven’t eaten all night.”

I was stunned.

Was he acting in pettish?

Wasn’t he?

I was not sure.

After a pause, I went to the kitchen, where the servant had prepared many fresh dishes.

I barely know how to cook. I can only cook simple noodles. So, I got a tomato and a few spring Onions, washed them and warmed up the water.

Dennis folded his hands and leaned against the door frame. Seeing me only washed a tomato and onion, he was stunned, “Are you going to cook noodles?”

“Yes.” I couldn’t cook anything except noodles.