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Chapter 123 How Many Secrets You Have that I Don't Know?
Chapter 123 How Many Secrets You Have that I Don't Know?
The apartment was not far away, I arrived soon.
It was already one o'clock in the morning when we laid down on the bed. Both of us were very tired and
soon fell asleep.
At noon the next day, I went back to the villa after having breakfast with Diana.
My brain was chaotic that not until I arrived at the door that I remembered that I left my bag in the YT
apartment, and my phone was in it.
I opened the door and found no one in the living room. The workaholic Dennis should have gone to the
company, and Nanny Daisy should have gone out.
After changed my shoes, I went to the study to find some books to read. As soon as I opened the study
door, I was choked by the strong smell of tobacco.
It was daytime, but it was dark in the study because the curtains were closed.
"Dennis?" I called and saw sparks flashing by the window.
He must be smoking!
I raised my hand and turned on the light. He was there with gloomy face and said in a cold voice, "Turn
it off!"
What's wrong?
I frowned and walked towards him. "Didn't you rest well last night?" I smelled the faint scent of alcohol
and frowned. "Why are you drinking?"
He looked at me and put out the cigarette butt in his hand. "Where did you go last night?"
"YT Apartment!" I frowned. "I told you yesterday!"
"Aha!" His voice was a little hoarse with angry. "Clara, how many secrets do you have that I don't
know?"
The smell of cigarettes in the study made me a little annoyed. Being stared at by him coldly, I felt a little
headache. "What secrets can I hide from you? You know exactly how many people beside me. Dennis,
if you want to know something, just ask directly. You don't have to do this!"
"Will you tell me if I ask you?" Perhaps because of staying up late all night, his eyes were bloodshot
and his chin was covered with stubble.
He looked at me with a particularly gloomy look.
I really didn't like to be suspected. I frowned and said, "Yes, I will tell you!"
He got up, and his shadow covered me. "Who was the man you held at the airport yesterday?"
I was stunned for a moment and looked at him incredulously. "Dennis, are you monitoring me?" I flew
to rage. "Aha, Dennis, what are you doing? Do you think I have no freedom and privacy now?"
Unable to bear his gaze, I couldn't help but step back. He pressed down on my shoulder and said,
"Why are you in such a hurry to hide? You are my wife. Shouldn't I know your whereabouts, should I?"
"Yes, you should! Mr. George should do anything!" I got rid of his hands and really didn't want to be
smoked here.
Before I walked out of the study, I was grabbed by him and held in his arms. "Aren't you going to
explain?"
I hated this feeling of having no privacy said in anger, "What do you want me to explain? It's the same
as what you saw. I went to see the person I liked and sexed with him in the hotel all night."
I turned to look back at him and said indifferently, "Can you let me go if you're satisfied with this
explanation? The smoke here is too strong, I don't like it!"
Dennis looked gloomy and terrible. "Clara, I want to hear the truth!"
"This is the truth! This is what you want to hear!" If he had enough trust for me, he wouldn't have
followed and watched me.
He could not help tightening his grip on my waist because of anger. "It seems that we don't need to talk
anymore."
As he spoke, he pressed me between the wall and him like an angry beast.
I felt a sharp pain on my back. I took a deep breath and didn't say anything, allowing him to take
revenge.
After a while, his breath became a little heavy. He stopped and stared at me. "What does it have to do
with him?"
Obviously, he was still rational.
I hated the smell of tobacco around me. I couldn't help frowning and looking at him coldly. "You believe
me just because I said it?"
He nodded, and there was a deep look in his dark eyes that I could not understand.
"He is a friend of university. He came to Newton Town for something. I just picked him up!" "I didn't
mention the disease. It's meaningless to say something that can't be written in black and white. On the
contrary, it sounds pretentious."
He lowered his head and whispered, "Am I in your heart?" He pressed his hand against my chest.
I felt a lump in my throat and couldn't help but become speechless. I opened my mouth and said in a
very low voice, "Yes, you are always in my heart!"
He raised his finger and touched my chin. Their eyes met, and he did not hide the desire in his eyes.
He lowered his head and kissed heavily.
She couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. She held him back and said, "Go to the bathroom!"
The shadow on his face intensified. I pursed my lips and felt an indescribable pressure in my heart.
This was a disease that I couldn't tell anyone.
"Okay!"
He spoke and hugged me into the bathroom.
I couldn't help but be shocked. I held his hand and shook my head. "Dennis George, no... no!"
For a moment, I felt an endless sense of defeat in my heart. I looked at him and said, "I'm sorry, I... you
can go to find Olivia Pearson!"
What I said was true. It seemed that there was no way for him and I have sexual life.
No one could accept such a marriage.
Without looking at his face, I went straight back to the bedroom, took a quick shower, and went to bed.
My heart was in a mess.
Not long after, he followed up. The sound of the water in the bathroom rang out. It took him about an
hour to come out.
Wiping the water off his body, he lay beside me and held me in his arms. His voice was a little hoarse.
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I didn't say anything and felt uncomfortable.
"What if it can't be cured?" This was a mental illness, not a physiological one.
He held my hand tightly and said, "It will be cured!"
There was a long silence in the bedroom. After a long time, I heard a shallow breath and he fell asleep.
Lying on the bed, I couldn't fall asleep. I didn't know if I could talk to Alex Thomson about it.