Love You Can’t Say

“I don’t deserve it?” I smiled as a reply to her arrogance, “We have been married for two years. And now you insist that I don’t deserve it? You deem yourself qualified enough to match him just because you manage to turn yourself into the daughter of the richest woman from an orphan?”

“Clara, he doesn’t even love you. Don’t you think it’s meaningless to be with him?”

I furrowed my brows and smiled, “Yes! No matter how far he will go beyond our marriage or whoever he loves. He will still return himself to me because I am his wife. And my baby will still call him dad aboveboard!”

“Clara!” she looked sullen, “that’s the marriage you ask for? I can offer you whatever you want! But I have only one request from you-just divorce Dennis, okay?”

She required in a humble way. Before that, I might have been moved because I would deem her too infatuated with Dennis. But now, I felt so pathetic for her. She didn’t beg because of her love for Dennis. Instead, it was out of a sense of pity because she failed to capture his heart.

As this kind of sense had been kept too long, it would grow into obsession. And thus it had nothing to do with love.

I couldn’t help snickering. Then I squinted at her, “Olivia, I am just curious about the question-do you really love him? Or do you just simply base your relationship with him on your own will because you once failed to get his love?”

As proud as she had always been, she still struggled to remain composed to keep her dignity. Then she refuted in a low voice, “How dare you challenge my relationship with him? You are just a mistress who stole him from me!”

I smiled, “Hilarious! So why did Dennis marry a mistress like me?” I paused and then continued, “Oh, by the way, Dennis starts to keep himself away from you recently, right? Do you know why?”

I approached and looked at her with a mocking face, “Because I told him I hated him sleeping with another woman. If he dared to do that again, he could never get on my bed!”

“Bullshit!”

I sneered, “Really? So could you explain why he would ask me for a handjob rather than come to you?”

She was rendered so incredible. Seeing that, I felt better. For me, teasing an Angelic bitch like her brought me great fun.

“Alright! Let’s see if he still cares about me.”

She let out a weird smile. Her delicate face started to approach and then she dragged me forward. Suddenly, she threw herself toward the tower piled up by glasses of wine.

All the glasses fell down as soon as she hit. Glasses broke into pieces and scattered all over the ground. Even some of the guests standing beside got cut by the fragments.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Shriek sounded and some of them hurried to dodge. While there were still a number of guests looking shocked but confused.

“Olivia!” Luna exclaimed. Then the lobby fell into chaos.

Someone rushed by beside me and hurried to held her up, who was lying in the middle of the falling tower.

He cleaned up those fragments on her body and put her on a couch. Then there came some family doctors to check her wound.

Someone started to call an ambulance while some of the guests tried to comfort Luna.

Soon, Olivia slightly opened her eyes and started at Dennis with her puppy dog eyes, “Dennis!”

“I am here!” Said Dennis while frowning. The annoyance shown on his face just now seemed to fade away.

“It hurts!” Olivia grabbed the end of his shirt with her pale hand.

Then a car was stopped outside the gate. Dennis held her up, “Don’t say anything! Just rest if you still feel hurt.”

Olivia stayed quiet while leaning against his body.

While Dennis was walking away with Olivia in his arms, he fixed his dark eyes on me. I could tell nothing from his gaze. Then he stepped out of the lobby.

But there came the gossips.

Some of the guests looked at me and started to gossip.

“I heard that there has been a feud between Mrs. George and Olivia. As she just got a reunion with her parents, I reckon Mrs. George must have pushed her because of jealousy.”

“I don’t think so. I have negotiated with Mrs. George about some projects. She has been tough, measured and decent. I suppose she wouldn’t be so rude to push Olivia during such an occasion.”

“Can’t you see how worried Mr. George was just now? It’s a matter of relationships! Everyone can tell how much he cares about Olivia. As his wife, of course Mrs. George would be jealous.”

“Yeah, since now Olivia has been recognized by her parents, perhaps a divorce of Mrs. George will be coming soon.”

“How apathetic!”

I only stood still and listened to the gossips.

“Huh,” Marcus, who was just standing and watching beside, also walked over to sneer, “Clara, you are being jealous, right? Olivia is much better than you when it comes to her look, her social status and her family background. Now she is perfect enough to match Dennis. But you…”

He didn’t finish his sentence. He only cast me a disdainful glimpse to show his attitude-I could never be a match for Dennis.

I raised up my head, looked at him, shrugged and smiled, “Yeah, I am being jealous! But at least I dare to uncover it instead of being stealthy just like you!”

“You…”

He was so mad that he failed to utter. So he huffed and turned around to leave.

The gossips gradually dismissed and so did the onlookers. I lifted my hemline to step out of the lobby.

Leo sat on a swing in the garden while watching from distance lazily. A vague smile showed on his face.

“I had never expected that you preferred to watch me being setup rather than bail me out!” I huffed and left.

It seemed that everything had changed and so had Leo. He fancied violence to torture five years ago but now he seemed to prefer another way-he brought me to an occasion so as to see me being embarrassed.

The area was specifically for the rich and it was far away from the downtown. Only the private-owned cars could have access to enter.

The cars from outside would be prohibited unless they got a permission. So I had to walk out of the golf course to hail a cab.

What a long distance!

I took off the high heels and walked along the asphalt path surrounding the golf course. Soon, there was a car following behind in a slow speed.

Of course, I could tell who it was. I didn’t stop and started to speed up my pace.

The car still followed for quite a while. So I stopped and sat down on the lawn.

A minute later, a man sat down beside me.

He let out a long exhalation and said with vague dolefulness, “Clara, do you insist that a bad guy would never return to good?”

I replied, but showing no intention to answer, “What brought you back this time?”

Actually, from my perspective, Leo had been gentle and refined. However, the nightmare was carved inside my brain ever since he caused the death of Diana’s parents and my grandma. And he even dropped both Diana and me underneath the water. Though it had been five years, I could still clearly recall every detail.

He lay down with the back of his head resting on both arms. He fixed his eyes on the dark sky, “I feel so lonely. I just want to live with you in peace.”

If he were a family of mine who came for a reunion after long separation, I would have been moved and convinced. However, he was an exception from whom I could feel nothing but horror.