Love You Can’t Say

“Ah, how’d you get so hurt?” Busy in the kitchen, Daisy had been paying attention to the door. Seeing Dennis back, she hurriedly rushed to him.

Sitting on the sofa, I looked over, to see Dennis standing upright there with bruises and bloodstain on his face.

Daisy went to fetch the first-aid box. I gave him a glance and then looked faintly at Daisy, “It’s late now, and I am gonna go conk out.”

Daisy opened her mouth but said nothing.

Avoiding his deep look, I directly went upstairs.

Sometimes, your offered care was nothing to him. I had something kept from him, so did he.

When I came out of the bathroom, Dennis was smoking in the balcony, lonely and cold.

Giving a careless look at him, I looked away and got seated before the dresser, starting my skin protection.

A long while later, he came out of the balcony, glancing at me, and then he headed straight to the bathroom.

It’s way late. Drying my hair, I went to bed.

Strange bedfellows can describe our relationship.

Night fell. It’s quite quiet at night in Newton Town, while the woodnotes in the garden made the night alive. The moonlight through the window fell in the bedroom, dazzling.

I slightly moved, feeling a little bit uncomfortable. Suddenly, I felt a hand on me.

I woke up, to find that Dennis was going to have sex.

Narrowing eyes, I uttered, “I have no feeling to you while sober, no mention that I am in a sleep.”

My words froze him, and anger showed up in his eyes, “You are revenging?”

Drowsy, I closed eyes, “Out of question.”

He snorted, and petted me violently, “Because I didn’t do you so much.”

I frowned. As expected, behind the decent appearance was a dodgy man.

Sipping the lips, I endured and tried hard to make no voice.

“No feeling?” Aware of my reaction, he snorted, “Is the ‘no feeling’ an excuse to refuse me?”

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A long time later, he stopped and turned on the light on the bed stand, and was going to lift me to the bathroom as usual.

But when he looked over at me, he narrowed eyes. His hand on my belly slightly shivered.

With a hoarse voice, he asked, “Why not shouted?”

Fainted, I felt sharp ache from the belly. And the flowing blood told me that my baby was leaving me.

What to say? I felt great pain from the heart, like a knife cutting it.

“Bang!” Dennis got off the bed and bumped into the chair.

Indifferently, I just watched.

He picked up his phone, swiping the screen with shivering fingers. It took him long to give a call.

He was answered soon. Dennis uttered, with panic in his voice, “She is bleeding, badly. I need an ambulance.”

Hanging up, he swaggered into the bathroom, and got out with a towel.

Walking to the bed, he crunched to wipe the blood, but it’s useless.

Keeping blooding, I looked at him imperturbably, and then looked away.

In my eyes, his panic and confusion was a joke to me now.

He didn’t look over at me. Failing to stop the blood, he took me a coat and dressed me.

He lifted me. I can feel him shivering, dramatically.

I heard the sirens in the yard. It’s the ambulance.

A short while later, a crowd of people got in, pushing a hospital bed. Dennis put me on the bed, looking at me with complex feeling in his eyes.

Closing eyes, I wouldn’t like to see him.

I kept sober from villa to the hospital, even in the operation room.

In fact, it’s not a long and endurable operation.

Whether the baby was saved or not, there was a wider gap between me and him and no solution to fix it.

“You can close eyes and have a rest if sleepy, and we will spare no efforts to save your baby. Don’t worry.” The doctor spoke before the operation.

I nodded, closing eyes.

Two hours later, I was still sober. When I was pushed out of the operation room, Dennis stayed at the door.

Seeing the doctor, he asked with a pale face, “How is she?”

The doctor nodded, “She was sent to the hospital timely, so she is fine, as well as the baby. Mr. George, you have to control yourself. Mrs. George had polycystic ovary syndrome. And it’s hard for her to have a baby. So you take care.”

Dennis nodded. Just several hours later, he seemed to be older.

I was pushed into a ward. Feeling tired, I soon fell asleep.

At the following day, I was woken up by the noise. I opened eyes and saw a nurse who was changing the drip of medicine. I rubbed myself between the eyes, asking, “What is it?”

After a pause, the nurse uttered, “They are Mr. George and Miss Pearson. She wanna come in to see you, but is not allowed by Mr. George. So she is sobbing out there.”

Sobbing?

Saying nothing, I thought that there was little heart in her tears.

Seeing the nurse was about to leave, I spoke, “Could you tell them that I am calling them in?”

She nodded, and then went out with the drip bottle.

Soon, Dennis and Olivia came in. Olivia’s head was banged with bandage.

With red eyes, she looked cute and sad.

Following Dennis, she came in. Looking at me, she tried to show her care, “Clara, are you okay?”

I smiled, “Sorry for not being dead, which turns out contrary to your expectations.”

“Clara Kennedy, do you really need to speak like that?” Dennis had a pale face, looking heavy.

I smiled, with no emotion in tone. “Who am I to talk with you like that? President George is so powerful that you nearly kill me yesterday. I tried hard to avoid you.”

Dennis…

Thanks to the dense air, Dennis wouldn’t like to talk with me much, so he pulled Olivia and left the hospital.