Love You Can’t Say

As the saying goes, a little goodbye is better than a new marriage, and the consequence of six years apart is that I slept until the next afternoon.

The room has returned to the way it was before going to sleep last night, with the two beds together and the pajamas on, as if last night’s rain and clouds were just a big dream.

Holding my sore back, I walked out of the bedroom, the hallway was quiet, and past the window of the gable, I saw Clarie playing in the back garden with her younger siblings from afar.

But the action was for the sisters, Jamie and the housekeeper stayed under the sun umbrella, fiddling with the mini-computer for the rest of their lives, in a different world altogether.

When I heard some movement in the study, I withdrew my eyes and turned to walk over.

Walking to the door, I found that Dennis and Leo were actually staying together in a rare harmony, and now they were intently enjoying the sunset picture by the sea, which was cast back from Benjamin’s painting exhibition yesterday.

Leo sat on the single sofa next to the painting, looking up from time to time, but with a lack of interest.

Dennis was extraordinarily attentive, standing in front of the stand with an extremely serious expression, and occasionally, in a moment of keen eyesight, he would reach out to feel the painting, as if he could really integrate into the author’s inner world.

After standing for a while, Dennis noticed me and raised his eyes with a little more smile in them, “Awake.”

“Hmm.” I walked in, sat smoothly in the chair next to Leo, and asked, “What was so special about the painting you insisted on buying yesterday?”

As he spoke, he glanced toward Leo’s side, hoping to get an answer.

Leo talked about something else without a head, “The people of China are still concerned about returning to their roots, so I think we should take the opportunity of the elders’ return to China this time, so that all the family members can come back, so as not to lose both sides.”

The words were impartial and sounded like they were for the greater good, but I heard a hint of sorrow.

In the end is a family man, and Deborah separated for so long, the heart is understandably depressed.

Dennis didn’t react much, but I thought it was good, “I think it’s fine, just do what you say.”

It’s a good idea to bring Deborah and Tommy back home to relieve Leo’s frustration and avoid fighting with Dennis all day.

Leo was energized, grabbed the cell phone on the table, dialed the number while walking out, and instructed in his mouth, “Ask your man to explain to you.”

This name, feelings Dennis in Leo does not deserve to have a name?

Helplessly, he turned his head to look at Dennis, but he did not take it to heart, hooked the corner of his mouth, and helped me to get up and walk towards the painting.

Dennis gently squeezed my right hand and put it on the oil painting, and the layers of the paint’s bumpiness were immediately vividly reflected through the rubbing between them.

Perhaps it is my natural lack of artistic cells, even so close to the feeling, the feeling still can not rise to the soul, a moment later, awkwardly put away his hand, “you better talk to me directly, artistic things, I really do not have the talent, do not make it difficult for me.”

Dennis eyes narrowed slightly, turned around and took out a bill from behind him, pretending to be mysterious and stuffed it into my hand.

I didn’t doubt it, and smiled and teased, “Is it hard to say that I should draw power from money? And then the Ren-Du chakra will be opened?”

This is naturally just a joke, Dennis but extra serious, “there is this possibility, you feel well, maybe immediately understand the mystery of the painting.”

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However, the banknote group cupped in the hand, a familiar touch came, I could not help but stop the action, re-holding the banknote in my hand, hands spread out, carefully to touch the paper that represents wealth.

Is it a coincidence?

The touch of this bill is actually the same as that of Benjamin’s oil painting.

Dennis said leisurely, “If you think of something, you might as well just say it.”

Reacting, I didn’t take his words, but reached out to touch the oil painting again to make sure my senses were right before I turned around and wondered, “You’re not going to tell me that the paper used for oil painting is actually the same kind of paper used for banknotes, are you?”

People who have studied the law are clear that the banknotes from design to printing, and even put into use, are subject to extremely strict control, the country’s people even if the value is high, how respectable status, but also not eligible for private possession of the raw materials of the banknotes.

I said to myself again, “Maybe it’s just a coincidence, the paper thing, the whole world and can find how many different, touch it is not all the same.”

Dennis laughed, “You’re excusing Benjamin before you even say how many possibilities there are… you’re not really going to make peace with the Vance family for me?”

“That’s not true.” I went over and sat down, smoothly put the bill back on the table, “just at this juncture, do not want to create a side issue, as soon as possible to complete our plan, the family and happy life, nothing bad, other things, as long as it does not involve the safety of our family, be selfish, hang it high.”

“I’m just afraid that if the country is not at peace, the family will not be at peace either.” Dennis’ words are light, calling out no emotion.

I do not understand his concerns, in a high position, where is it so easy to be alone, not to mention the George Group is now the largest chain of real estate brands in China, Dennis jumped to become the richest man, involved in more industries, and money dealing with countless things, hiding and can avoid a few times.

Not long after that, Leo came back, stood by the door holding his phone, passed us a meaningful look, and said, “The fish is hooked.”This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

At this time, Dennis’s phone also rang, no surprise, it should be Benjamin.

However, when he picked it up, the caller ID was Angelica.

Dennis unhurriedly pressed the answer button and pressed the amplification again before speaking slowly, “What is it?”

“Dennis, how come you didn’t say hello to us in advance when the in-laws returned to the country? It’s a good thing your father has a wide range of contacts and picked them up at the airport, otherwise it would be rude.

In the earpiece, some murmurs came out faintly, as if the two families were talking quite well.

Then the phone hung up.

Looking at the phone returned to the desktop, the three of us looked at each other with the same confusion.

Could it be that we were wrong and it was not Benjamin who didn’t want us to have a good time, but Mr. and Mrs. Edgar who always had an overview of the whole situation?

But soon, Dennis had an answer.

He got up and took his cell phone back to the inner pocket of his suit, and while playing the button, he said with a calm expression, “To kill with a borrowed knife, you may not have to show yourself.”

Then, taking the lead, he lifted his feet and walked out.

Leo thought for a second and followed suit. It seemed that I was the only one, ignorantly and blindly following.

It was not until I got in the car that I realized that Benjamin was designing even Edgar and his wife together!