Love You Can’t Say

Not long after, the doorbell at the villa gate rang. As soon as I turned to open the door, my mobile phone rang as well.

It was Dennis who called.

I picked up the phone, and before I could speak, he instructed, “Open the door. They are here to install a baby room. In addition, the garden room on the highest floor is not the best place to sleep in. I’ve asked them to renovate the master bedroom. You will sleep better there.”

I acknowledged, opened the door, and saw a middle-aged man looking at me and said, “Hello, Mrs. George, we were called by Mr. George to install the baby room.”

I nodded, opened the door, and let them in.

Then I asked on the phone, “Where are you? When will you be back?”

“At the Windemn Restaurant, I may be back a little later. I’ve ordered soup for your dinner. Chef Owen will have someone deliver it to you in a while.”

His voice was very calm, but he had arranged everything.

I hummed, didn’t say much, and said calmly, “Okay, then I’ll hang up first.”

Looking at the rockery in the yard, my heart was a little confused. It was as if my heart was being gently rubbed by someone, it was slightly hurt, yet it was inexplicably warm and throbbing.

Dennis was very good at taking care of people. I knew a long time ago that if he took you to heart, he would take care of you until you didn’t even have to move an inch.

Yet, how long can this warmth and good time last?

As the sun slowly set, Chef Owen got someone to bring soup and a lot of side dishes, all of them were to nourish the body.

I didn’t eat much. After the workers left, I went to look around the house.

A lot had changed. The collectibles that were originally placed in the hall apart from those broken by me before, the rest of Dennis had taken them to the warehouse.

The original dark and rigorous house had been replaced with warm colors, and even the original brown sofa has been replaced with Athens blue, which looks warm and warm.

There were carpets laid on the Roman stairs, with many warm-colored paintings hung in the corridors. The baby room was mainly sky blue, which looks very seductive.

The mood got lifted just by the sight of it.

My eyes are teary, did he do all these for the child or me?

It was probably for the child!

I covet this kind of beauty. I sat in the baby room and refused to come out. The doorbell downstairs kept ringing, but I was very distracted.

After realizing it, I trotted downstairs.

When I opened the door, it was Marcus. As I took a long to open the door, he looked upset, “How big is the house that took you so long to reach?”

I ignored him and saw Dennis sitting by the flower bed behind him and looked at him half leaning on the rockery as if he had drunk too much.

I walked directly to Dennis’s side. A strong wine smell came from him. I couldn’t help but frowned, I helped him up, looked at Marcus, and sternly said, “Thank you for sending him back.”

Marcus didn’t reply, he just glanced at me and left.

When I helped Dennis back to the bedroom, I saw that he was dazed and didn’t speak much. He just lowered his head in a daze as though he had drunk too much, yet he also didn’t look like it.

“Does your stomach feeling uncomfortable?” I asked as I held and shook him.

He raised his eyes to look at me, his gaze was a little blurred, “Have you eaten yet?”

I nodded and couldn’t help sighing. He probably had drunk more than usual. I got up and poured him a glass of water but was held back by him.

He placed me on his lap, squinted his eyes, and was a little blur, “Where are you going?”

“To pour you a glass of water!” Why did he seem such like a child?

He nodded, “I’ll go with you!” With that said, he got up, but did not stand still, and sat down again.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Be good, just sit down. I’ll pour it for you, so stay still.” He still wanted to go with me to his current state.

I got up and poured him a glass of water and he had restless hands. I couldn’t help sigh and placed the glass to his mouth, “Open your mouth!”

He squinted at me, “Clara!”

“Yes…” I placed the cup of water in his mouth and gave him a sip. I stretched out my hand to undress him, but he resisted, “Don’t move!”

“Dennis, you should get some sleep now!” I looked up at the time, it was already midnight.

He nodded, got up, and said, “Okay, then I’ll go home first. It’s not safe for Clara to be alone at home!”

I…?

How much did he drink?

I pulled him back to the bed, held his face, and said, “Dennis, you are already at home. Take a good look at me, I am Clara.”

He looked at me with his eyes wide open, he wasn’t as cold and stern as usual and was a little gentler. He raised his hand and touched my face, the corners of his mouth rose, extremely wicked, “You are here to pick me up, let’s go home!”

It seemed that he really drank a lot.

“Okay, let’s go home!” As I said, I helped him up and was all ready to bring him around and then come back. However, I didn’t expect him to drag me downstairs, stumbling all the way.

He actually brought me into the master bedroom, thinking that it had been newly modified. The original sandalwood bed in the bedroom was removed and replaced with very wide tatami mats.

The wedding photos we took previously were hung on the walls and there was a small shaker beside the bed, which was delicate.

The wardrobe was not removed either, it was directly replaced with a cloakroom. The space was very large, so it looked very comfortable.

I just went to see the baby room hence I didn’t pay attention to the master bedroom.

He dragged me to walk around and looked at me, smiling stupidly, “Do you like it?”

“Yes!” He usually has an aloof personality, and most of these tones are designed for me.

He did drink a lot, and after walking in the bedroom for a while, he fell asleep on the bed.

Monday.

Dennis always got up early on workdays. I had nothing to do, so I just went to the company with him.

Jackie rested for a few days and when I saw her again, she looked a lot better. She seemed to have calmed down.

She smiled when she saw me and said, “Director, I would like to speak to you!”

I nodded and took her into the office.

I have known her for two to three years, and her temper and personality were very similar in some ways. After motioning her to sit down, I said, “The George Group’s audit has been reported. I would need you to pay more attention to HY Technology Co., Ltd. case. My stomach is slowly getting bigger, and there will always be times I won’t be able to oversee it.”

She placed her hands on her knees that were entangled with each other, and looked at me after a while, and said, “Director, I am here today to formally resign!”

I was taken aback, a little surprised, “I thought you would not give up this job so easily. After all, you had worked hard at it for a long time.”

People are bound to make mistakes. If a mistake is made, just improve from it. There was no need to leave directly.

She didn’t speak for a long time, and I was a little anxious, “What is the reason?”

“I may be getting married. My husband wants me to be at home and take good care of my family.” She was a bit apologetic to say it and I could tell her reluctance to resign.

“Don’t you have no children yet? You can continue to work after you get married. If you suddenly don’t work, you may not get used to it for a while.”

Back then, Grandpa intended to let me stay at home without going to work. I knew it was his good intention as he didn’t want me to work too hard. However, if I didn’t work and there would be too much free time. There was no way I could survive the period when Dennis and Olivia were entangled.