Love You Can’t Say

Yara was talking to Dennis.

Dennis narrowed his eyes and turned to me with a pair of dark eyes. “What do you think about having houseguests?”

I frowned and said irritably, “What have I to do with it?”

As I started up the stairs, he caught me by the hand and lowered his voice. “Let’s have the driver take Miss Pearson home later.”

Yara was a little upset, and her face cooled. “Why are you getting worse and worse at behaving? How cold it is outside! How can you let a girl go home by herself? Isn’t there a room for her in this big house? Besides, my house was empty, and I wanted to keep her with me, and I didn’t want to be alone at night.”

Olivia volunteered as Dennis’s face darkened, “Aunt Yara has been going through so much lately, and I wanted to stay and talk to her. You can rest assured that I won’t disturb you and Clara. I just wanted to talk to Aunt Yara and make her feel less lonely.”

Wow!

What an understanding person!

Dennis frowned. He was a little unpleased. But after what Yara said, he couldn’t say no.

He put his arm around me and said faintly, “Make yourself at home!”

He dragged me upstairs and looked at me. “Angry?”

I froze for a moment, shook my head, said nothing, then wearily went to the bathroom.

Yara brought Olivia here so blatantly to threaten me.

She probably knew enough about Dennis and Olivia. The only thing a married woman would be afraid of was someone else having an affair with her husband right under her nose.

Yara really understood human nature. She even figured it out.

Still, she seemed to have overestimated Dennis’s place in my heart. If Dennis still had feelings for Olivia, I could totally give it away. That, for me, was a convenient way to deal with Luna.

After spending too much time in the bathroom, Dennis thought I was asleep and knocked on the bathroom door to urge me on.

After drying my hair, Dennis frowned at me and said, “Are you hiding in the bathroom because you don’t want to see me?”

I sneered. “Your imagination is getting better and better.”

He pressed his lips together, narrowed his eyes and said, “Dry your hair first.”

Then he went into the bathroom.

The phone rang. It was Leo. I picked up the phone, and before I could speak, he said, “I’ve got eyes on her. But don’t you have Yara under your thumb? Instead of me keeping an eye on her, you should keep an eye on her yourself.”

“She just got here,” I said wearily. “I just sent you some information. It’s in the mailbox. See if you can use it.”Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

“It should work!” He tutted. “You got all that stuff under the table, well done! Did Dennis get it for you?”

“No!” It was not a big deal, and it was a little late, so I said tiredly, “It’s getting late. Say hello to Uncle for me, and we’ll talk next time!”

He said quickly. “Clara, have you had any strange feelings lately?”

I was slightly stunned, “No, why?”

He said, “I’ve got a medical record of your depression. It’s a bit serious. Are you all right about Hank?”

I pinched my eyebrows and shook my head lightly. “It’s okay. I can handle it.”

“Why don’t we meet sometime tomorrow and I’ll take you to the doctor?”

“No!” I was a little agitated. So I said, “Leo, I’ll talk to you if I have something to say. Okay, good night.”

After that, I just hung up the phone.

Perhaps because of Olivia, I got strangely irritable and threw my phone away.

Sensing someone behind me, I turned around and saw Dennis standing behind me somehow, looking at me coldly.

I winced. How much did he hear about my conversation with Leo?

I was about to ask, but he suddenly leaned over, wrapped his arms around my waist, bent his head and kissed my lips.

I was stunned. I didn’t expect him to do this.

But it only took me seconds to realize it. I shoved him away and said, “Dennis, let go of me!”

He frowned for a moment, then pulled me into his arms again and said hoarsely, “Isn’t that all right between husband and wife? Huh?”

“Stop it!” I glared at him and said, “Your sweetheart is still downstairs. Aren’t you afraid it’ll break her heart if she sees you now?”

He burst into a smile and pressed me. “Sweetheart? Clara, why does that sound so strange to me? What, are you jealous?”

I pushed him hard, but I couldn’t push him away. I winced, avoiding his falling lips. “Dennis, what gives you the confidence to think I’ll be jealous? Why should I be jealous?”

He smiled to take some ruffian spirit to say, “You are jealous.” He held me in his arms and, in his sexy voice, said, “Clara, you love me, don’t you?”

I lost control of my body and mind for a moment and unconsciously grabbed his arm.

I looked a little embarrassed.

I blushed involuntarily, looked at him with suppressed anger and said, “Dennis, are you done yet? Get out.”

He pulled me, not thinking I was angry with him, and put his arm around me. “Where do you want me to go?”

“Wherever you want!” I pressed my lips, pushed him away and got into bed. Tired, I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep.

He came after me and hugged me. The phone, which I had put aside, rang again.

I looked at it with a frown. It was still Leo, so I picked it up.

He said, “Wait for me tomorrow. I’ll take you to a doctor.”

I was unpleased, and I was about to say no when Dennis said, “Mr. Kennedy, are you calling this late to hear something private between me and my wife?”

Leo probably didn’t expect Dennis to be there. After a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, he sneered, “Something private? Are you serious? Have you ever seen a couple have time to answer the phone while having a private conversation?” That hit Dennis on the weak spot.

Dennis, his hand on my body clenched and held me still, said meaningfully into the phone, “Don’t you know the fun of couples?”

“Oh! Is it true? How rare is that. Did you use to talk to Clara like that when you were with Olivia?”