On the contrary, I saw that the light was on at Edward’s house next door. After thinking about it, I called Jannings and she picked up and said, “Sister, have you eaten yet?”
I looked next door and spoke, “Not yet, you’re at Edward’s house?”
She hmmed, “You’re next door?”
I nodded my head and responded, “Mmm!”
When I heard a voice outside, it was Jannings calling me from the courtyard. I went out into the hall and saw Jannings in the next courtyard looking at me in his thick pajamas and said, “How have you been? Are you okay?”
I nodded my head, “Luckily, all in all, I’m lucky to be alive!” The Yadriulia thing is probably still unknown to her.
She leaned over the railing and said breathlessly, “I haven’t seen you for days, I’m so tired and exhausted lately, I’ve been lying down all day today, I’m exhausted!”
I looked at her and froze for a moment and said, “Coming good?”
She froze and looked at me and said, “How do you know?”
I shrugged my shoulders, “Because we’re in the same boat!”
She let out a long sigh and said, “I don’t know where Edward went, he didn’t come back for a day, I don’t want to do anything now, I just want to take it out on him!”
I smiled, girls these days, it seems to be like that.
When she saw me laugh, she looked at the villa and saw that there was nothing, so she couldn’t help but say, “You Dennis didn’t come back either?”
I nodded, “He may be busy lately!”
Speaking of which, I did think to give Dennis a call, after the phone dialed no one has been connected, half a day I also hung up.
The courtyard was illuminated by car lights, and Jannings looked at me with a vague smile and said, “It’s not your Mr. George coming back, is it?”
I shrugged my shoulders and looked back to see that the car had driven straight into Edward’s house, and I didn’t have to think about it.
Jannings froze, and then said happily, “Our family’s outlet is back, I’ll go first.” With those words the person left.
I pursed my lips, went back to the villa, saw that the food on the table seemed a little cold, thought about it and called Dennis again.
I adjusted my tone and said, “Dennis, where are you? Are you coming home? I made dinner at home, are you coming back for dinner?”
This is the first time, I cooked at home, thinking of waiting for him to come back to talk to him properly, the day between the couple, are quarrelsome, each other to give each other a step down, and slowly get on with the day.
There was a silence on the other end of the phone, and to be honest, I was still a little apprehensive. I was worried that he would mind back about Hank and not give me a chance to explain.
“Miss Kennedy, it’s me Olivia, Dennis is in the shower, you’d better eat dinner by yourself, he might not be back tonight.” Olivia’s voice, like a sharp, pointed knife, crushed my full expectations and then trampled them underfoot.
It’s not that this hasn’t happened before, but that was before, I was prepared in my heart, I was prepared that he wouldn’t love me, that Olivia was special to him.
But this time I did not, these years I am actually quite confident, even if I will occasionally jealous, will feel that he can not let go of Olivia, but I actually know in my heart he to Olivia, in addition to responsibility, there will be no other feelings, but this time, he seems to me all these years to build up the confidence, in one fell swoop, so that this one I wrote countless times the trust was torn up and spilled on the ground.
Seemingly because she didn’t hear my response, Olivia said demonstratively, “Miss Kennedy, if you especially want Dennis to go back, I’ll talk to him later, he should be back later, but you don’t want to wait too late, after all, the food will not be good if it gets cold.”
I stopped looking for embarrassment and hung up the phone, then looked at the dishes on the table and couldn’t help but feel the irony of it all!
Love?
Trust?
Bullshit no!
When I returned to my bedroom, I held my breath, my mind was filled with Olivia’s sarcastic and dismissive words. It’s funny, I thought I didn’t care at all, but I didn’t think I’d actually encounter it, but it still hurt like hell, and I still couldn’t sleep all night.
The more you think about it, the more angry you are, and the more painful it is, the more you think about it. It is true that the moment you know he is not good, all the good and warmth you once had is gone in a flash, leaving only the picture of him hurting you at the moment.
Tossing and turning, but how can not sleep, the small abdomen began to slowly pain, and even began to some twitching, probably because of washing dishes on the cold water relationship it.
Maybe it’s too early, maybe I’m not very sleepy, in any case, lying in bed for a long time, there is no way to sleep, so I do not force myself to sleep.
Got up straight away and went to the study to finish the previous copy of “We Three”.
The sound of an engine came from downstairs, the headlights illuminated most of the courtyard, my hand holding the book tightened slightly, back so soon?
Continue to read the book, is unable to read, for a long time, I put down the book to get up and go downstairs.
Not seeing anyone in the living room, I turned my attention to the kitchen. At the dining table, the man, as always, in a black suit with a straight back, sat at the table with extra elegance.
The meals that had been cold on the table were still laid out, untouched by a bite, and he sat down at the table and ate gracefully instead.
I watched, anger and slight heartache coming from my heart, or hard, all the emotions mixed together.
It’s been two hours since Olivia and I called over, and what’s done, is done.
“The food is cold, Mr. George’s body is precious, so it’s better not to eat it.” I opened my mouth and stood outside the kitchen, cold and detached.
Dennis turned around, saw me and froze slightly, then his handsome face had more than a few imperceptible emotions, “Did I wake you up?”
The words sounded gentle and caring, but at this point I was the only one who felt ridiculous.
I pulled a smile, knowing that it was too far-fetched, walked to the table and said indifferently, “No, this dish is cold, don’t eat it!” Then, regardless of whether he had already moved his chopsticks, expressionlessly poured all the dishes into the garbage.
The movement is quite smooth, without the slightest delay.
“Clara!” he looked at me, clearly puzzled by my behavior.
I pursed my lips and said indifferently, “Mr. George should have eaten enough outside, there is no need to condemn yourself to eat these cold dishes and cold meals.” This word, how to hear with a few indifference.
He frowned as the anger he seemed to have hiddenly suppressed began to boil over, “Must you be so shady?”
I was stunned and couldn’t help but laugh, looking at him with terrible calmness and nodding, “Well, I’ve always been this shady ah, did Mr. George know I was like this on his first day?”