Love You Can’t Say

After breakfast, Dennis followed me along back to the office. Working hours started at 9. Traffic was bad on our way, even though we had left home early – We arrived at work around 9, almost running late.

I was glad I didn’t have to clock in.

The elevator was packed because everyone was afraid of running late. Dennis was tall and he covered me in his hug so I didn’t have to be squeezed. He was tall and handsome, and he had always been a famous figure on the Finance and Economics headlines in City P the past half-year.

Quite a few office ladies from the Gibson’s recognized Dennis and looked over at him now and then. There were a couple of them spoke up and greeted him.

But I felt quite awkward. Dennis and I were standing close to each other in an intimate position. Besides, he was trying to protect me, so someone from the crowds asked out of curiosity, “Ms. Clara, are you seeing Mr. George?”

Dennis had always been aloof and arrogant, so I assumed he wouldn’t reply at all – The best he could do might just be a smile out of courtesy. I didn’t expect him to answer, “We are husband and wife, and we have been married for several years.”

The people in the elevator had no idea. They all cast gossip and stared at us in awe for a while.

I wanted to say something, but finally decided not to – I just looked at everyone with a forced smile in the end.

Everyone in the elevator started to ask Dennis and me, out of natural human curiosity about how we had met each other and gotten married.

Luckily we arrived on our floor – I grabbed Dennis and pulled him along to walk toward my office room, apologizing with a smile.

After I pulled Dennis into my office, I glared at him and said angrily, “I told you not to follow me to work.”

He raised his eyebrows, “What’s the matter? I was just telling the truth.”

I was stunned, “Don’t you always hate being gossiped about?” There was an elevator at the George Group, exclusive for the CEO’s use only. Dennis did not have to socialize with other staff if he didn’t want to. Why did he become so chatty after taking the staff elevator with me once this time?

And he was planning to keep on chitchatting with others?

He smiled, naturally grabbed me into his arm, and said, “You are my lawfully wedded wife – What others talked about are facts, not gossip. Gossips can never be facts.”

I pushed Dennis’s arm away. I pulled him to sit on the sofa, looked at him, and said, “You can’t just hug me whenever you want, especially when I am at work now. I have to be professional, do you get it?”

He laughed, “Why are you talking to me like I am a child?”

Uh uh! No!

“Anyway, just don’t interfere with my working hours, alright?”

Dennis nodded and smiled. He took a magazine and started reading it instead. Seeing that he was well behaved, I turned on the computer and focused on reading the documents piled up on the table.

I was only in charge of one project, so the workload was not large. And things were even easier on me with Hank’s participation in the project.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

After finishing reading the document, I looked up and realized Dennis had been staring at me, with his hand holding his chin.

I was a bit surprised, and couldn’t help but pout my lips, “What are you looking at?”

He raised his eyebrows, “Women who work hard are beautiful!”

I…

Dennis was unbelievable…

Time flew by – It was almost noon. I was thinking about what to eat for lunch.

But Dennis’s phone rang. He picked it up and frowned slightly as if something wrong had happened. Listening to what he said, it seemed to have to do with Mario Bennett.

He finished the call finally. He walked up to me, wrapped his arms around me, and said, “I am afraid you would have to get lunch alone. Mario ran into some problems with the project he was in charge of. I have to go check it out.”

I nodded, “Sure, go ahead!”

His leaving would help me focus on work better.

He found my reaction funny, “It seems like you want me to leave you alone, don’t you?”

Of course!

Was I being too obvious, though?

I smiled at him and said, “Nah, I just don’t want to keep you from your busy schedules!”

Dennis’s finger slid across the tip of my nose, and he said, “I will see you tonight then. Don’t forget to grab something to eat, OK?”

“No worries!”

Seeing him off, I kept on thinking about what Jackie Wells had said early. I somehow got worried, “Dennis, stay safe!”

He looked back at me, smiling, “I will, babe!”

A while later after Dennis left, unfortunately, I got a call from Olivia Pearson.

She seemed to be doing better – On the other side of the phone, her voice was modest, “Ms. Clara, can we meet?”

I wasn’t willing to meet her, so I had to reject her directly, “Olivia, we have nothing in common. I don’t think we should meet.”

She replied after a brief silence, “Does Dennis count as our something in common?”

I frowned, feeling cranky, “What do you want to talk about?”

“I am downstairs now. Let’s meet somewhere and talk.”

“Sure!”

Downstairs at the Gibson’s Building, Olivia was in a white dress. After her miscarriage, she seemed to have lost quite a few pounds. Her chin was pointing, and her face seemed tired and pale.

She was leaning on a white Maserati with her arms crossed. She raised her eyebrows and said, “Let’s go!”

I nodded and got in the car.

“You seem better off without Dennis,” I spoke, with no sense of sarcasm.

The Lewis family had invested in her, of course, they would give the best of everything to her.

She frowned upon my statement. She seemed upset, “Whether I am doing okay or not has nothing to do with leaving Dennis. It is nothing of your business, either.”

Her sadness flew out from her words.

We arrived at a cafe.

After being seated down, Olivia ordered an espresso and kept stirring it elegantly.

I ordered a glass of milk – Honestly, I was never into the coffee. I would never taste it.

Seeing the profoundness in her eyes, I had to speak up, “You are much like your mother.”

Olivia and her mother both liked the bitterness of espressos.

She looked down and stared at the coffee in her hand. She seemed to have figured out what I had been trying to say. She stopped stirring and looked at me, “When will you stop?”

I was stunned – Olivia took me by surprise, “What are you talking about?”

She raised her eyebrows, looking a little cold, “Steven Pearson was sentenced to death, Sam Bates was investigated, and my mother was involved. If this is your way of revenge, a child plus my mother’s reputation, would these be enough?”

“No!” I yelled, and my tone calmed down. “Your miscarriage had nothing to do with me. Besides, I would never even see the loss of a child’s life as comfort. As for your mother, her reputation isn’t damaged – She was just being investigated. If she did nothing wrong, she would as much a rich woman as she has always been. And she would still rely on herself to work hard step by step. Her reputation would still be intact. If she did something filthy, it’s only a matter of time before she falls from the height she’s reached, isn’t it?”

She seemed quite mad. She took a deep breath, and her eyes were full of anger, “Karma will come at you eventually.”

I had an ironic laugh, “What karma? You were in love with Dennis. But your mother framed his wife and children. And now your mother’s reputation is at stake. Is this the kind of karma you are expecting?”

Olivia was furious. She grab the coffee on the table and poured it at me. It wasn’t burning, but the liquid stained my clothes.

I didn’t dodge and looked straight at her.

She was in a bad mood, stood up, and glared at me, “Clara Kennedy, you lost a child, but if you want, you can have more in the future. Do you ever care about other innocent people? You ruined everything – Steven Pearson’s life, Sam Bates’s career future, and my mother’s future and all she’s built up in the past years. Do you consider yourself noble, Clara? You’re more vicious than any of us – You ruined my relationship, stole the person I love, and ruined the life that my brother has risked his life to help me build.”