Love You Can’t Say

He looked at me, smiling, “You are caring about me?”

It’s really NOT!

“I am also in the car.” And I have a baby in my belly. “One remain and two lives.”

He lowered eyes, with helplessness in his eyes. He held my hand more tightly, “You don’t worry. I will protect you two even at the cost of my life.”

Ignoring him, I thought of Steven, and I recalled the man who picked Jackie up and the car was also a black Cadillac.

At that time, I didn’t see his appearance clearly. I frowned, feeling upset.

Keeping silent all the way, I was drowsy when arriving at the villa.

Dennis lifted me straight to the bedroom, and put me on the bed. He spoke, “Don’t sleep. You wash up first.”

I was a little blurred and felt like falling asleep directly. I pulled the quilt and covered myself.

But Dennis penetrated me and pulled me out of the quilt into the bathroom, “Wash up or you will be uncomfortable.”

I nodded, hanging on him. I reached to squeeze the toothpaste out of the tube. But Dennis took it away.

He helped me and got me the water, “Behave yourself.” He seemed to teach a kid.

With the toothbrush in mouth, I murmured, “I am not a kid.”

He laughed, “No difference.”

Struggling and washing up, I sobered up. Lying on the bed, I saw Dennis get on the bed. He rounded me, with his chin on my neck, “We just sleep.”

I raised eyebrows, “You said to yourself.”

He opened eyes, looking at me and curling lips, “I said to you. After all, it’s natural for it to get up to see its master, and you should be tolerant.”

This man can talk dirty anytime and anywhere.

I sipped lips, pushing him, “You smell. You go and wash up.”

He grinned, “What?”

“You go!” I closed eyes. Beside my ear rang his voice, “Clara, we live out the rest of our days in peace. OK?”

Piercing, I didn’t replied. Can we really live in peace in the future?

“Dennis, do you love me?” It’s an idiot question, and it mattered to every girl.

He raised hand, with palm on my face while his fingers flirting my eardrop.

Me?

I was a little annoyed. I fell in love with Dennis at the first sight. In the following days, I was supported by the niceness of the first sight. However, the unrequited love discouraged me, and I planned to leave him.

Perhaps, I was not so into him like before.

My silence made his eyes dim. A while later, “Well, we can nourish it, and we will love the other deeply one day.”

I said nothing, pushing him away, “You go to have a shower, and I am tired.”

I should have had given up on him, and I was really tired of the unrequited love.

He kissed me on the forehead, and then got off the bed to the bathroom.

I stared at the ceiling in a daze.

His phone thrown on the bed vibrated. I was not intended to answer it, but it kept vibrating. So I answered the call.

“Dennis, can you come and keep me accompany. I am scared alone here.” Olivia said in a low and weak voice.

Glancing at the bathroom, I uttered, “He is in the bathroom, and you can call him later.”

“Clara!” From her tone, she was unhappy. “Why you answered Dennis’ call? What are you doing?”

She was so noisy. “I said he is in the bathroom. You call him later.”

“Clara, shame on you.” I sometime thought that Olivia was really an ordinary girl. She was not so scheming. She kept crying and messing up to attract Dennis’ attention. What she can rely on was her beauty.

“Yes, I am shameless, and I have to help him on physical needs later. So Miss Pearson, you home wrecker can call him crazily to keep you accompany.” I was not intended to disgust him, but I was tired of being in a tangle day and night.

Before hearing her scream, I hung up.

Throwing the phone away, I raised eyes to see Dennis by the bathroom door, staring at me.

I said directly, “Olivia’s call. It’s noisy, so I answered the call. She wants you to go to her.”

Lying on the bed, I felt cold and covered myself with the quilt tightly. But it’s in summer.

“Well, what did you say?” He asked in a plain tone. He seemed to care little about the call.

“I told her to call you later.” In the quilt, I closed eyes and tried to sleep.

His laughter rang, then he lied down beside me.

I opened eyes and glanced at him.

He smiled, “Clara, I am your husband, and you should mess up with me when another woman calls me at night.”

I was stunned, and I got up, “You go and leave here.”

He was shocked, but rubbed me on my forehead, “You are my wife, and we should live in one room even when we have a fight.”

Knowing that I was not match to him on this, I then lied down.

He pulled me into his arms, raising eyebrows, “You just sleep now.”

I was a little annoyed of him, looking at him, “I am tired. You go to the bathroom and do it yourself.” He had strong sexual appetite and he even did it every night. But I was pregnant now.

He showed a bigger smile, “It’s my pleasure that I am so powerful in your eyes.”

I???

Ignoring him, I closed eyes.

His voice softened, “Don’t sleep. You don’t like the feeling of being watery. You get up and dry me.”

I frowned, “You do it yourself.”

With Dennis’s chin on my shoulder, he said, “Husband and wife can do something together.”

Well, if he kept doing that, I cannot sleep today.

I got up from his arms, and picked the towel up. I wiped his hair, half kneeling down on the bed.

There was water on his half-naked body. I sipped lips, and this man just got onto the bed without wiping the water.

“You made the bed wet.” I uttered, eyes falling on the wet sheet. “You don’t go to bed before wiping the water next time.”

He smiled, “OK, next time you dry me in the bathroom.”

I sipped lips, ignoring him.

After drying him, I lied down again. But he went to get some little bottles here.