Love You Can’t Say

“What?” I was once again in doubt as to whether this was a dream or not.

How long has it been since Dennis last used that tone of voice with me?

Dennis took a deep breath and stood up straight, his eyebrows lowered and his indifference bordering on the impersonal, “Last night’s email.”

I instantly breathed tightly, looked at him in confusion, and for a moment fell into self-doubt.

He should know how much I risked to get that information, and now he comes to me and questions me with a sulking tone of being teased, what does it mean?

Could it be that my trust in him all this time was simply self-interest?

“What an email.” Benjamin suddenly came over from the living room, glass of whiskey cupped in his hand, half-drunk, his other hand nonchalantly coming around behind him to rest on my shoulder, carelessly, “Mind if I listen along?”

I knew I was in the wrong, my heart was already in my throat, and there was no way to answer the question.

Dennis, however, had a suppressed fire, and his words were barbed, “I don’t know what kind of tricks you two are playing, and I’m not interested in getting involved, using fake news to test me on such things, this is the first and last time.”

How can it be fake news?

I was stunned to look at Benjamin, the corners of his mouth confidently hooked, the face of the smile extremely light but can not hide the wild, apparently, this scene he was not surprised.

In other words, the information I was so scared to steal last night may simply be a smokescreen he put out to test how much Dennis and I are still seeing each other.

What a good calculation.

The deliberately exposed dialogue, pretending to be nervous to grab the computer, to him for so long play, I was actually counted in turn.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Still too gullible.

But Dennis, since he knows the address is fake, he should find a way to notify me to be careful of Benjamin, how can this attitude.

It was as if he had decided that Benjamin and I were on the same page.

He had warned me many times before that I would never believe that he would be enticed by Benjamin’s plan.

I closed my lips tightly, tried to keep myself calm, and said calmly, “I have no knowledge of whether the address is true or false.”

“Do I look like a dumbass?” Dennis retorted almost immediately, his voice cold and somewhat cool.

Said, and looked at Benjamin next to him, Yin not Yin, Yang not Yang, “This is living together, no wonder Clara changed her mind so quickly to work against me.”

Benjamin took advantage of the situation and hugged me tighter, spread his hands and shook his shoulders, his expression was beaten, no sound is better than a sound.

I hurriedly broke away and distanced myself from him, rolling my eyes in disgust before looking at Dennis again and saying sincerely, “You should trust me, you will, Dennis, right?”

Benjamin has already known that I betrayed his trick, there is no need to pretend, since this is the case, it is better to openly and honestly show their hearts, at least to get Dennis a positive answer.

Dennis suddenly sneered, a hint of cunning flashing under his eyes, then asked rhetorically, “Want to know my answer?”

I nodded, “That’s an answer you should have given me a long time ago.”

Benjamin stepped forward to stand alongside me, the smile on his face retreating, “I’d like to know that too.”

Dennis bared a laugh, then suddenly became indifferent to the general, said generously, “Well, then, play a game, put out your hand.”

I didn’t follow his train of thought, “The game?”

“Uh-huh.” Dennis raised an eyebrow, then lowered his eyes and looked at my right hand, which was hanging at my side.

Ghostly, I put my hand over.

Then Dennis reached out, stroke by stroke, and wrote his last name on my hand.

After writing his hand back, he raised his eyes to look at me, and his thin lips opened and closed, “What word?”

This scene is somewhat familiar, when I learned that Benjamin found someone to pretend to be me, in the car, Dennis and I did this game.

The answer at that time was …

“George,” I said, looking at him, out of breath.

“Wrong.” Dennis was relentless, but his words were the same as they had been at the beginning.

“Impossible, I saw it clearly, it was clearly George,” I said calmly, saying what I said at the time, my eyes always falling on Dennis.

Benjamin was on the sidelines, looking left and right, not really sure of the mystery.

Then Dennis said, “It wouldn’t hurt to give you another chance.”

Then squeeze my hand and write down Snowy.

My nose turned sour, my voice began to choke, and I cried and laughed, saying, “It’s my daughter’s name.”

Dennis laughed lightly for a while, then withdrew his hand, “Wrong again.”

After a pause, biting down on each syllable, he said, “That’s my answer.”

After saying that, no longer stay for one more second, head did not return to leave.

I stood still and even forgot to take my hand back, letting the tears slide down my cheeks, but my heart was filled with the familiar warmth.

Benjamin did not forget to take advantage of the opportunity to drop stones, “See, this is the man for whom you are willing to sacrifice, even if what you say is true, he does not believe a word, from today, your words, in his eyes, are wrong.”

How did he know that there were two last sentences in this game.

“I wrote Kennedy, both of them.”

“The wrong answer, not always the wrong one, is a secret between us.”

I think today I understand what Dennis intended at the time – that he would always choose me, even if the answer was wrong.

With a peace of mind that was like a world away, I was almost unable to hide the ecstasy inside me, but hearing Benjamin’s sarcasm, I suppressed it for the moment, leaving him with a sidelong glance and an angry retort, “Now you’re happy, Dennis will never trust me again, are you satisfied?!”

Benjamin wasn’t used to my temper and continued to sneer with some glee, “I’m just reminding you that it’s not that easy to have two feet in the same boat, and now what’s wrong with that, at least you can stay by my side with your heart in your mouth.”

I was disgusted with his self-righteousness and took advantage of the issue to raise the volume, letting the tears flow unchecked while making a sharp accusation.

“Dead heart? Yes, my heart is indeed dead, that is the person I have loved for half of my life, all my youth and memories are linked to him, even my life, now you make him loathe me and hate me, it hurts a thousand times more than taking a knife to my heart, ten thousand times more, do you know how painful it is to be deeply hated by the person you love? You don’t know, you only fall on your sword, only by torturing me can you derive pleasure from it, you are a cold-blooded executioner, you might as well kill me with a knife!”

Benjamin’s brow gradually built furrows and looked at me wordlessly, wondering what he was thinking.

I did not have the heart to guess, only to bite the death of this opportunity to release emotions, fell down the wall behind me and looked at the ground with two eyes.

I actually wondered when Dennis started setting all this up, but on the surface, I was as wretched as a disgruntled woman who had been swept off her feet.

Slippers wearing a light one, whimpering and crying, mouth vaguely muttering to himself, “He doesn’t want me, he really doesn’t want me …”

A few moments later, Benjamin’s cell phone rang, and he returned to the living room, answered the phone, and hurriedly grabbed his coat and headed out the door.