Love You Can’t Say

Frowning slightly, Mario’s eyes were fixed on me, seeming to judge whether I said it sincerely.

Calm, I sat there and smiled, letting him scanning me.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

A long while later, he uttered, “OK!”

“Thanks.” You didn’t have to say too much while talking with a clever man, he can read you from your look in the eyes.

The dishes were served. He glanced at me, saying meaningfully, “Have you been so sophisticated?”

I laughed, “I am flattered. I just do that to keep myself safe. Besides, I and Dennis are not a good match to each other, and the baby is not in time.”

With several bites, he seemed to be satisfied, “When are you going?”

I was stunned, raising to glance at him. He should guess what I will do next. I planned that I will leave this city after the divorce and the abortion, but I didn’t have made a choice where to go.

Dropping the chopsticks, I replied, “Perhaps two month later! But I haven’t decide where to go.”

“How about Hensley Town? It’s a good place to live in.” He advised. Laying down the chopsticks, he used tissues to wipe his mouth elegantly.

That’s a good idea. I nodded, “Yes, a good option.” Hensley Town was not as busy as Newton Town, but it’s a much ideal city where I can lead a slow and comfortable life.

After finishing the dinner, I found that he had paid the bill in advance. We walked out of the restaurant. I turned to him, “I owe you a meal. Please let me next time.”

He nodded, “Hope that we can have a meal in Hensley Town.”

With a pause, I smiled, having no idea what to say.

It’s getting late, and I had to go back. Walking to the car, he suddenly asked, “Is the operation scheduled?”

I turned around, nodding, “Tomorrow!”

Now that I had made up mind, the earlier, the better.

He nodded, staring at me, “Dennis knows it?”

“No!” I shook head, “I am not intended to tell him.”

He frowned, saying nothing.

He was in a daze beside his car. Starting the car, I said goodbye to him and drove back to the villa.

Ten minutes later, I pulled over the car outside the villa. In the car, I took out the Divorce Contract.

Feeling bitter, I thought I will never agree to divorce from Dennis although someone threatened me with a knife on my neck. However, now I was going to offer to have a divorce from him.

Dennis had been generous. According the contract, he promised to leave this villa to me, as well as the most shares of the George Group.

Seeing the details, I felt like laughing. He perhaps believed that’s why I would have married him. I had no excuses to disagree the divorce as he left so much to me.

A while later, I signed on the contract.

Back to the villa, it’s dark in the hall. I turned on the light, catching sight of a man sitting in the hall.

Jumped, I saw his black eyes fixing on me. I can tell no emotions from his look.

Keeping calm, I asked, “Why not turn on the light? Do you have your dinner?”

However, he asked in an indifferent but slightly unpleased tone, “Where did you go?”

“I went to the company.” Speaking, I entered the kitchen, “I am cooking for you.”

In the hospital today, Olivia had messed up like that. I supposed that he didn’t have a good meal. Thinking here, I felt that I was sticking my nose into his affairs, after all, I was leaving him.

But I had loved him so long, and I wished our relationship a relatively nice ending.

Cooking the noodles, I felt sudden coldness from my back. I turned around, to look straight into his black eyes, indifferent and cold.

“What…what’s up?” He usually stared at me with cold look in his eyes, so his complicated look now made me out of my wits.

He didn’t reply. I thought he was not willing to have a talk with me, so I kept quiet. I put the noodles on the table, “There is no other ingredients, but eggs, so you contrive.”

I was going upstairs for washing up when I heard his sudden voice, “You can also contrive your marriage?”

I was stunned, feeling heart-broken. I usually kept silent at such situations, but my tears suddenly occupied my eyes now. Looking at him, I said, “Anyhow, we have put up with each other for two years.”

“Dennis, I agree to divorce.” I took the signed divorce contract out from my bag to him, “I have signed. You check it, and we can make time to the Civil Affairs Bureau to take the divorce certificate.”

I said it in a breath and sighed. Suppressing the bitterness, I peeped at the good-looked face, “You don’t worry about the baby thing, and I will never let it hinder you and Olivia.”

A man had to shoulder the corresponding consequences after he made a decision.

Ignoring Dennis’ face with slight anger, I turned to go upstairs. It’s very likely to be the last talk between us in this villa.

My wrist was suddenly grabbed, “Never hinder?” He uttered, with anger in her voice.

Knowing he was furious, I didn’t turn back, “I will handle it well.”

“Clara!”