He pulled my head, forced me to look him in the eye. His eyes were bright and his voice was low and sweet, but with some desperation, “Clara, when we take a man to heart, we care what he does. I’m your husband. What does it mean when other women throw themselves at me and you don’t care? Don’t you love me or don’t you care?”
I stared at him, winked, and smiled, “So, that’s why you’re mad at me?”
He looked down and bit my lip, “What else do you think I’m mad at you for?”
I understood. Then I smiled and looked at him in the eye, “It’s not that I don’t care about you. I’m your wife. How could I not care about it when you were cuddling with another woman? It’s just, given the circumstances, I understand. I can understand you, not her. You brought her back from England, which means she’s capable enough to be worth it. Dennis, you’re the head of a company, and it’s natural for your employees to freak out and hug you in a situation like that. It would be silly of me to get angry with you about such a thing. There will be women around you for a long time to come, because you are so good.”
His eyes grew cold and his thin lips parted, “So, what are you trying to say?”
I chuckled, “I’m going to say, my honey is wonderful, he’s the king of men, and it’s hard not to fall in love with you.”
My mouth was kissed by him in different shades. After kissing for a while, his eyes darkened, he looked at me and said, “Say it again!”
Stunned, I smiled brightly, “Honey.”
This evening, I took the initiative. Later in the night, Dennis increased his movements, breathing heavily.
I grabbed the sheets, my breath was unsteady, and I whispered, “Dennis, give me a baby. I want a baby for you and me.””
In the middle of the romance, Dennis suddenly froze, and there was a momentary chill in his eyes.
I froze, looking at him, not knowing why. “Can’t you?”
He swallowed the cold in his eyes, smiled and shook his head. “No, I can. I’ll give you whatever you want.”
I laughed, thinking of the child, my heart and body began to ache.
He took me in his arms and said in a low voice, “Clara, we’re all going to be fine.
I nodded, feeling tired as well.
Sunlight was aspersed through the window in the bedroom, mottled light and shadow was shaking and noisy.
Dennis wasn’t in the bedroom anymore. I got up and lifted the quilt. There was a smear of blood on the sheet.
I was stunned. This was not the time for me to have my period! Over the past four years, my period had had occasional inaccuracies and heavy blood flow, but never twice a month.
Frowning, I got up to change my clothes and threw the sheets in the washing machine.
There was a vague worry in my heart. Now that I wanted to have a baby, I was afraid I needed to take care of my health.
I washed up and go out of the bedroom. I found Dennis in the living room, and Finn had already made breakfast and gone.
Hearing the noise, Dennis turned around and raised his eyebrows, “Hey!” he said with a smile.
I nodded and walked over to him, leaning against him, and sitting down, then I said softly, “Don’t you have to go to the office today?”
He nodded, “I can take a break for two days. I’ll make the arrangements tomorrow so we can have a holiday.”
As he spoke, he had put down what he was holding and kissed me lightly on the cheek.
I remembered the sandalwood box I had brought back from Luna, so I said, “Dennis, why don’t we go open that sandalwood box?”
The box had been at home for so long but we hadn’t had time to open it.
We were idle and had nothing to do anyway, so he nodded and joined me in the study.
I found the sandalwood box and looked at him, “You’ve opened it before?”
He took the box, looked at it for a moment, and paused, “It wasn’t opened last time. Luna knew the box. It seemed to belong to the White family.
How did it get back to the White family?
I pressed my lips together, puzzled. “Grandma seemed to carry this box with her all the time. Why is it connected with the White family?”
Dennis shook his head and looked down at the box switch. After a while, he looked at me and paused, “I think we need a professional to open this box.”
“You don’t have a key?” Didn’t Grandpa say Dennis had a key? How come he didn’t have a key?
He nodded and sighed slightly, “Instead of keys, grandpa gave me instructions. He was worried about you, so he asked me to take care of you. The box is an excuse.”
I froze for a moment. Looking at the box, I was a little distracted. It didn’t matter that the box couldn’t be opened, except I had a feeling that Grandma might not be who I thought she was.
Originally, Sheila Torres’s fall into the pool didn’t matter that much. She would be all right after a few days in the hospital.
But somehow, the next day, the headlines in City P were filled with a story about a fierce fight among the George Group’s employees, who were jealous of each other.
Someone was so jealous they almost killed others. And these rumors almost named someone.
When Dennis got the call, we were still working on the sandalwood box.
I could not help looking at him as he grew cold, “What happened?”
He put the box aside and looked at me, “Something happened at work.”
I was not in the habit of inquiring about details, but seeing his brow furrowed, I asked, “What’s going on?”
“What happened at the annual meeting last night was caught by some people and falsely described.” He got up to change his clothes.
I followed him. I was not involved in any of this, but the George Group had been cracking down and killing the Gibson’s lately, and Hank was not a pusher either. The party last night was not private. Sheila Torres fell into the pool and someone caught it on purpose. They were just trying to steer the discussion towards the management of the George Group.
Once it got serious, words would spread of internal infighting and killing among the George group employees. What followed would be poor management at the top. Then the name and image of the George Group would become controversial if the issue became larger. When the time came, its stocks would fall.