Love You Can’t Say

No, I just want people like you to completely disappear from my world.

The words were certainly not for him to hear.

I kept my head down and let his self-delusion explode.

Sometimes what kills a man is often his self-righteous expectations.

It took a while for Benjamin to regain his composure and hand me a folded piece of white paper from his pocket.

I swept my head away, wondering what he was up to again, and didn’t reach out to pick it up.

Benjamin saw this and lifted his hand again, pushing the paper forward, “Stannis left it.”

Seeing that I still have doubts, and explain in a voice, “You believe it or not, I have countless lives in my hands, not bad this one, nothing dare to admit, but Stannis’ death does have nothing to do with me.”

When he finished, he met my sharp gaze, bent down and placed the piece of paper on the table, then turned and left.

Until his figure completely disappeared from sight, I took a deep breath, calmed down, forced the soreness between my nose and picked up the white paper on the table.

The sight of Stannis’ familiar handwriting brought a momentary sob.

[I’m off to be with my wife. I’ve asked her to wait too much in this life, and I hope we meet just right in the next.

Three lines of words, uncountable debts and fondness.

I can imagine how warm and sweet their life was in the past few years, if not for this accident, they must have been able to love each other and live out their lives in harmony.

Happiness is not a story, misfortune is. At this moment I would like to know nothing about their story, so at least they are happy and alive.

But the suicide note in my hand was a clear reminder that they had gone to another time and place.

It’s just as well, there’s no one there to keep them apart.

It took me a long time to snap out of this grief, and I went upstairs, washed my face, folded the suicide note and put it in the cupboard, then changed into civilian clothes.

Standing in front of the mirror looking at myself, I knew that it was time.

I took out my phone, tapped on my address book, aired the only number saved on it, and dialed it.

Benjamin’s voice soon rang out on the other end, “I thought you’d never call this number?”

Is it possible, when he gave me the phone, he saved only his own number.

“Where are you?” I didn’t have the heart to tease him and got right to the point, “I figured it out, I want to be the real Mrs. George.”

Benjamin was silent for a moment, then asked with an uncertain tone, “Are you sure?”

“For the time being, and it’s possible to change your mind at any time.” I said unreasonably, “Anyway, at least for this moment I want to know more about you, and if you still want to, come back and get me.”

“Of course I want to,” Benjamin said after a pause, wanting to say something, “but not today, there are some very important people I need to receive personally, and I have to stay abroad for the next seven days.”

“I do think this is a good opportunity to introduce me, don’t you?” I took advantage of the situation to throw out the bait, “Of course, if you’re confident that you think I won’t change my mind during these seven days, feel free.”Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

After saying that, and without waiting for Benjamin’s reply, he just hung up the phone.

Then it was time to contact Fidel’s people by text message, [It’s time, please keep my location information locked.

Almost as soon as it was sent, I received a reply from Benjamin, “Get changed and wait for me at home.”

After a calm sweep of the eight words and a final walk around the entire house and then a look at my home with Dennis, I sat in the living room and waited patiently.

About an hour later, Benjamin’s car sounded outside the door, and without hesitation I got up, walked out, got in and sat next to him.

“Conditions abroad are bad, sure you can take the hardship?” Benjamin asked.

“Don’t underestimate me, at least I’m the woman you Mr. Benjamin is looking at, so I won’t disgrace you.” I said expressionlessly.

Benjamin smiled and curled his lips, then he ordered the driver in a deep voice, “Drive.”

An hour later, at a golf course in the far countryside, we boarded Benjamin’s helicopter and headed to Laos.

As Benjamin said, in their line of work, like he has such a cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive can not find the second.

What I saw were ragged horsemen, bases built of broken wood, and DU group leaders who looked like vagabonds, a few of the bases didn’t even have toilets, and the only way to address physical needs was to go out into the field.

The only good thing about following Benjamin is that you are guaranteed a hot bath every day before bed.

In their territory, children as young as seven or eight years old can be equipped with guns, and for them, human life is not even worth as much as livestock.

The biggest impact on me is also this group of children, they do not go to school and do not like toys, small adults generally in a circle to play poker, the winning party will be a shot to solve to the other side, and then the other children will be commonplace to fallen children dragged to the side, to continue this ridiculous game of life and death, lucky to survive, became a pony, for the peddlers of DU to drive.

In seven days, we traveled to thirteen different countries and met almost all of Benjamin’s immediate family.

No one really thought of me as Mrs. George, they only thought that the cold-faced devil Benjamin had finally gotten the hang of it and understood the beauty of women, and the bitchy ones even discussed my figure and appearance behind Benjamin’s back, thinking Benjamin should try something younger.

Although the mouth is unruly, but due to Benjamin’s identity, the surface is still polite to me, exempted from all searches, but also let my phone on the location to be spared.

On the afternoon of the ninth day, the torturous journey was finally over and we returned to City P.

Benjamin dropped me off at my doorstep and went to deal with the City P hassle.

As for me, after a quick freshen up, I drove straight to Jamie’s school to pick him up and went back to Leo’s house.

As soon as she entered, she handed the phone to Jamie, “Baby, have you been keeping an eye on mommy’s location for the past few days?”

“Well,” Jamie nodded, “Mom went abroad for a long time without bringing me and my sister along?”

“You’ll get your chance later.” I smiled and stroked his head, then added, “Now first help mommy extract all the data from the location, okay, the ones that stay for more than an hour.”

“Okay.” With the previous experience, Jamie was more comfortable with the operation and finished processing all the data in ten minutes.

“Okay mom, I’ve compressed these into a file on my computer’s desktop, want to send it to your phone?”

“No,” I cautiously stopped Jamie from pressing send and pulled out the slip of paper with Fidel’s number on it, “send it to this number.”

Jamie took the note and looked at it with a strange expression, but did not ask more questions and did as I said.

In less than a minute, the computer displayed the alert “success”, sending successfully.

Looking at the “success” that floats above all the codes, I breathed a long sigh of relief.

It’s not far from success.