Love You Can’t Say

After a pause, he said angrily, “And Dennis is sick. Even if you had a fight, you didn’t have to be so cruel. After all, he’s your husband. How could you not ask after him?”

It could be seen that he was really angry and frustrated.

Watching him leave, I sat in my seat for a while and got up a long time later.

The guests in the hall had left. Leo looked at me and said, “Are you going to Kennedy’s tonight or should I take you home?”

After thinking for a moment, I said, “I’ll take a taxi home by myself.”

He disagreed and motioned to me to look at the door.

It was a sleek black luxury car. The luxury cars I saw the most are Lamborghini, Ferrari, Maybach and Bentley. First time I saw Dennis like that, driving a Rolls-Royce.

But it was not unusual to see a lot of fancy cars at such parties.

The driver was standing next to me. When he saw me, he came forward and smiled and said, “Madam, Mr. George has been waiting for you for a long time. He’s ill, and we must hurry back!”

The implication was that Dennis was sick but he was still waiting for me!NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

Unconsciously, I wanted to refuse, but the driver was smiling, but his hands were clasping each other. He seemed anxious.

I frowned. “Is he seriously ill?”

The driver nodded. “It’s been two days. He hasn’t taken his medicine or gone to the hospital, and he insisted on coming here today. You might want to talk some sense into him.”

I looked back at Leo and said, “Just let Link know I’ll come see him sometime!”

He nodded, his dark eyes squinting at the car.

Without thinking, I took a few steps to the car and opened the door.

Dennis closed his eyes, his thin lips curled in a line, his handsome face pale.

Unconsciously, I looked closer at him. There was no heat in the car, but the sweat was still on his forehead in the cold winter.

“What’s wrong?”

He kept his eyes closed, his face sullen, and made no attempt to look at me.

His voice was low and cold, with a chill in it. “Come up or go down!”

There was no warmth in what he said, and there was even a touch of anger in it.

I pressed my lips. Because my shoes were too high, I simply took off my heels and carried my skirt to the car. Then I looked in the driver’s seat and said, “To the hospital!”

The driver froze and looked at Dennis. Seeing that he said nothing, he started the car.

City P was prone to traffic jams, especially around 10 o’clock at night.

When we got downtown, we couldn’t go any further. Dennis frowned slightly, beads of sweat streaming from his forehead. His face was haggard and his brow furrowed.

It looked particularly serious. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his long fingers pressed against his stomach. I was stunned and turned to the driver to say, “Stop at the next intersection!”

The driver thought I was about to get out, so he hesitated and said, “Madam, we are going to the hospital soon. Please go with Mr. George to see the doctor…”

I was speechless. Since when had I become so cold-hearted in the eyes of others?

I paused and said, “There’s a drugstore up ahead. I’ll get some medicine for him.”

“There’s no need.” Dennis said.

I looked at him and said angrily, “Shut up if you don’t want to die!”

The car stopped by the side of the road.

I didn’t see the driver’s stunned expression. I just got out of the car with my skirt in my hand.

To be honest, it was really inconvenient to wear a dress. Not only was it troublesome, but it didnt keep you warm.

Especially in an air-conditioned place like City P.

After taking the pills, I sorted them out and handed Dennis hot water from the drugstore. “Take it,” I said.

He didn’t say anything. It was as cold as ice. Seeing that I was shivering, the driver turned on the heat and handed me a coat. “Ma’am, put your coat on,” he said.

Dennis’s black tuxedo suit had somehow slipped off. It was the one the driver had handed me.

I was speechless.

He still closed his eyes, pinching his eyebrows, so I could not help saying, “Dennis, take the pills or you will hurt like hell. I’m too tired to do this right now.”

I put the medicine and hot water on the shelf, threw the coat over him, opened the door and got out.

He grabbed my wrist. “Where are you going?”

“It’s none of your business.”

“Go home!” He said firmly. Then the car was started.

I wasn’t in a hurry to say more. I just looked at Dennis and said, “Take your medicine!”

He opened his eyes, and they were bloodshot. It could be imagined he hadn’t been getting much rest these days.

He took the medicine without saying a word, then went back to sleep with his eyes closed.

Confused, the driver said, “Ma’am, shall we go to the hospital or?”

“Go home!” Dennis spoke in an unmistakable voice.

I pursed my lips and my head buzzed. “Dennis…”

“Mario will be there soon!” He said, his voice tired.

I said no more.

It wasn’t long before we reached the villa. It was particularly inconvenient for me to carry the hem. I got out of the car and saw Dennis was still sitting in the car with his eyes closed.

The driver looked at me awkwardly, as if he was afraid to touch Dennis.

With a silent sigh, I walked over to Dennis and said, “Dennis, we’re home. Get out!”

He opened his eyes and looked at me without movement. His eyes were frightfully grave.

After staring at each other for a long time, I finally failed. Then I reached out to him and said, “I’ll help you down!”

He pursed his lips and said nothing, but his tall, slender body lay mostly on me.

I was holding my dress and my heels were too high. I didn’t usually wear high heels, so it was extremely difficult for me to walk in them.

It was even harder to be pinned down by him.

But I had already said it, and the driver had done his job and gone. So I helped him into the little courtyard. But we had to go round the garden to the bedroom.

For the first time, a big house wasn’t such a good thing. I paused and said, “Dennis, can you walk by yourself?”

He frowned, and his dark eyes fell on me. “What do you think?”

I…

I was taking the consequences.

I managed to help him to the bedroom, and I was exhausted. I put him to bed and the first thing I did was to change my dress.

But because I was moving too fast, I stepped on my skirt when I got up, and tragedy struck.

The scary thing about strapless dresses was that they didn’t have straps, so if you drop them, you would be almost naked.

Heavy skirts slid under my legs. All I had on me were breast patches and flesh-colored leggings.

There was basically no difference between having and not having a chest patch. Dennis looked at me with a wry grin on his handsome face. “So desperate?”

And I…

I pursed my lips, ignored his harsh words, and went into the cloakroom to find something to change into. Dennis wasn’t in the bedroom when I got out.

There was a sound of water in the bathroom.