Love You Can’t Say

It seemed Dennis had checked my message. I couldn’t fall asleep after hanging up the phone and decided to go to his study to do some light reading.

I rarely had time to read because of too much work. I could finally have a rest this time.

Dennis’s study room was large with a variety of books. I looked through some books with illustration. Soon, I started having a pain in my back.

I could only put down the book and hanged around in the study. Accidentally, I noticed a small cabinet in the corner, which looked antiquated.

Out of curiosity, I searched it and found some old pictures. They seemed to be taken a long time ago, but I could tell they were Dennis’s photos when he was in his childhood.

I had never met his parents. I found the couple who looked kind could be his parents because they were holding a little baby in their arms.

The man looked similar with Dennis and also similar with Dennis’s grandfather. The woman who looked kind and gracious was possibly his mother.

I kept turning the pages and found something was wrong. In the later photos, the child Dennis’s parents were holding changed from a boy to a girl. I got confused and turned backward. Indeed, there was a nearly three-year-old girl standing beside his parents.

My grandfather had told me that Dennis’s parents only got one child. His uncle didn’t have any child. Then who was that girl?

I couldn’t figure out and assumed the girl to be a child of their neighbour. I continued turning the pages.

Later pages were shot when Dennis started school life. Grandfather was really considerate by documenting every stage of his growth.

I noticed a photo shot a few years ago. Olivia, Mario and Dennis were all in it. However, there was another guy I didn’t know.

He was a good-looking boy and looked passionate and enthusiastic. Those people all had a good look, however, the boy seemed to be a bit pale. Because I didn’t know that boy, I decided not to think too much.

A girl was standing among the four boys. She was little Olivia. She really looked innocent and adorable at that time.

I could tell she was the princess in everybody’s eyes. How lucky she was!

I felt a bit sad after seeing those photos. Olivia had been knowing Dennis for a long time and I only met him for two years.

If grandmother was not sick and took me to find his grandfather, there was no chance I would marry Dennis.

Anyway, I was only relying on my grandmother and Dennis’s grandfather to get married with him. It was normal that he didn’t have any feeling towards me.

I never knew why would grandmother be familiar with his grandfather. The George family was of high status and my grandmother only grew up in the countryside. There was no chance that they would get in touch.

My mind was wandering when thinking about this.

I stayed up late in Dennis’s study. Not knowing whether it was because I was pregnant or not, I didn’t feel hungry after a whole day without eating.

I went downstairs and tried to find Jackie’s food sent a few days ago. I found there were some cucumbers. I got tired and didn’t want to cook, so I decided to have cucumbers for dinner.

I didn’t notice Dennis had come back at this point. I didn’t find he was sitting in the living room until I was holding a wet cucumber out.

When did he come back?

Dennis turned around when hearing the noise. He frowned when seeing I was holding a cucumber. Then he asked in a low voice, “What are you going to do with it?”

I was startled and didn’t know what he meant. “I am going to eat it! What else can I do with it?”

Dennis sneered and asked, “Will you use it to satisfy yourself?”

???

What did he mean by using it?

Seeing he was walking towards me with a weird look, I got really confused and lifted the cucumber, asking, “Do you need one?” I washed two cucumbers just now.

Dennis looked into my eyes and answered, “No!” Then he grabbed my cucumber and threw it away. Meanwhile, his hand was holding around my wrist with the other touched my lip.

I knew what he was going to do at this point and wanted to run away subconsciously. However, I was embraced by him tightly and heard him seeing in a low voice, “It has been a couple of days. I think we can have sex now!”

Nonsense.

“Dennis…hum!” My voice was blocked because he kissed me hardly. I lifted my hand and tried to push him away. However, his strength made me hard to escape.

The air started to get moist. I opened my eyes widely, he…

“Dennis, please…don’t…”

“Dennis, we can’t do it. I will get infected!” Olivia had just done abortion and so did I. It made sense that he would turn to me to have sex.

I got anxious when seeing he was unwilling to stop, saying, “The doctor says we have to wait for another month, please.”

I almost cried out.

Maybe he had sensed the begging sound from my voice. Gradually, he stopped acting. He didn’t say anything and embraced me tightly in his arms, kissing around my neck slightly.

After a long time, his breath finally went steady. He asked in a low voice, “Are you hungry?”

I was a bit awkward because my stomach rumbled just now. I nodded and forced a smile, answering, “Yes. I haven’t eaten anything today!”

He was startled. His dark eyes rest on the cucumber, asking, “So you are planning to eat cucumbers?”

I nodded, “I don’t want to cook because of the smoke. That was why I washed two cucumbers.”

He lowered his eyes. His lips curled up, looking like half smile and half helplessness.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

He then got up and went to the kitchen. When he got out, he was holding a plate of noodles with two eggs on it.

Seeing I was standing still, he said in a commanding but not annoying way, “Come and eat it!”

I couldn’t help thinking what Mario had told me today. If I really confessed with him, maybe he would handle things well.

I went by the table and found he only boiled one plate of noodles. I asked, “Have you already had dinner?”

He nodded and hinted me to start eating. Then he checked messages on the phone.

The noodles tasted really good. However, I started to feel nauseous a few swallows. I had to bear the impulsion to vomit several times.