Chapter 53 I Could Never Stop Him from Rushing To his Love


    Olivia nodded, paused and looked back at Dennis, replying, "But I have no clothes to change."


    "I remember you brought some here before. They are in the guest room."


    Standing at the head of the stairs, I watched the two of them talking in silence.


    Olivia nodded and walked into the guest room.


    Back when Freddy bought this house, he said that he bought it because it was huge. He hoped that


    Dennis and I would give birth to many babies to fill each room in the house.


    Later, I gradually realized that that day would nevere. Ironically, I didn’t even know when Olivia


    had brought her clothes into this house.


    How ridiculous!


    "Ah!" A shrill scream came out of the guest room, and it seemed that Olivia fell.


    Frowning, Dennis rushed to the room by instinct but stopped at the sight of me, his eyes dark. "You’re


    awake?"


    I nodded, my heart bleeding. "She fell. Go check on her."


    "ra!"


    "Just go."


    I couldn’t stop anyone from anything. I could never stop him from rushing to his love!


    I turned around and went back to the bedroom without looking at him. The storm was raging out of the


    balcony. I went there and stood in the draught. As long as my body was cold, the pain in my heart


    would be numbed too.


    I crouched down, put my arms around myself and buried my head between my knees, my tears


    streaming down my cheeks.


    Sometimes, gain didn’te after pain. The reason fairy tales were called fairy tales was because they


    never came true.


    Sometimes, you just had to pull it through on your own, because no one could ever help you, nor did


    they have the duty to help you.


    Having been in the rain for some time, I felt dizzy, and both my heart and my body were numb with


    cold.


    I heard the patter of footstepsing from the bedroom and looked up, wondering when Dennis had


    seething with anger.


    "Are you having fun torturing me like this?"


    Astonished, I looked up at him and asked, "Are you?"


    Dennis didn’t answer my question, but pulled me back from the balcony, his brows knit, and said


    helplessly, "ra, there’s some responsibility I have to take. Don’t use the baby and yourself to torture


    me, will you?"


    I dropped my head, my tears gushing out nonstop. "I wasn’t torturing you. It’s just that I hurt so much."


    Since I got wet through, Dennis carried me into the bathroom and turned on the shower head, stripping


    me in silence.


    I sat in the bathtub, my head spinning, my mind nk.


    I could feel a dull pain in the heart. It hurt.


    We had spent countless nights together, so I didn’t feel embarrassed as he took my clothes off. I just let


    him.


    After a long time, the bathroom was filled with warm mist, and my body became warm too.


    Now that my body temperature recovered, Dennis wrapped the bath towel around me and carried me


    out. He put me down on the chaise lounge and dressed me in the pajamas before drying my hair.


    Silence hung heavily in the room, and neither of us wanted to start a conversation.


    I closed my eyes and leaned back in the chair, feeling exhausted.


    "Don’t fall asleep until I dry your hair." He didn’t sound so angry as just now.


    I didn’t answer him but rested my mind with my eyes shut.


    A whileter, I heard the noise of the hairdryer. This scene was simply too good and sweet to be true.


    "ra." Dennis turned off the hairdryer and called.


    Drowsy, I opened my eyes and stared at him in confusion.


    Dennis took my in his arms and whispered, "Let’s go downstairs together."


    His tone left no room for discussion. Before I could react, he scooped me up and walked out of the


    bedroom.


    Olivia had already taken a shower, her hair half-dry. She was sitting in the living room, while Marcus,


    who hade sometime, was sitting across her.


    Seeing Dennis carrying me downstairs, Olivia looked straight at me, jealousy glinting in her eyes. She


    didn’t look away until Dennis put me down on the sofa.


    She rose to her feet suddenly and grabbed Dennis violently. "Don’t you want me anymore, Dennis?"


    Her eyes turned red as she asked, her tears rolling down her face.


    I dropped my eyes and shut them, not wanting to talk. What did Dennis put me into this mess for?


    To watch a show?


    "Stop it, Olivia. Go back with Marcus!" Dennis growled.


    Marcus might also think Olivia had gone too far and looked at her. "Olivia, let me send you back!"


    Olivia fell apart and snarled in a hoarse voice, "Do you guys think I’m making a scene? Do you guys


    hate me? My brother is gone, and all of you turn a cold shoulder on me. Nobody wants me anymore!"


    "Ha!" My sneer provoked Olivia, who was already agitated. She red at me. "Why are youughing,


    ra? By the way, you’re the winner in this house. You’ve bent over backwards and finally, you’ve got


    anything you want."


    I got amused by what Olivia said. "What have I got?" I paused and gave a wry smile. "By the way, I do


    have got a lot. Thanks to you, Miss Pearson, I’ve got an unfaithful husband. I don’t even dare to tell


    others about my pregnancy. I’m not lucky enough to have a dead brother like you, Miss Pearson, so


    that I could mention him again and again when necessary to win sympathy and destroy others’ family


    and marriage. I’m not brazen enough to be the other woman and tell the world about it!"


    "You’re full of shit, ra!" Olivia red up and scowled at me, wishing she could skin me alive.


    I didn’t want to fight with her at all and said in a low voice, "I’m full of shit? Look into the mirror of your


    soul! This is Dennis and my house, not some random ce you can make a scene in. Please go, Miss


    Pearson!"


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    Olivia’s face clouded over with fury, her hands sped tightly together. She looked at Dennis, then at


    me in anger.


    I was too exhausted to carry on with this farce, so I turned around and walked upstairs, while Olivia’s


    helpless voice came from behind me. "Dennis…"


    "Enough!" Dennis snapped, his tone dangerous. "Send her back home, Marcus."


    I went upstairs, not in the mood to listen to them at all.


    Lying in bed, I had a headache, and my eyes hurt too. I felt ufortable all over, so I called Diana.


    It was after some time that the phone was answered. "Miss Kennedy, please have a look at the time.


    What time is it now?"


    She sounded as if I just woke her up. I nced at the clock and found it was 2 am now.


    Embarrassed, I mumbled, "Diana, I think I’m sick."


    Diana paused for a moment before raising her voice, "What’s wrong? What’s troubling you? Go to the


    hospital for a check-up. Is Dennis by your side?"


    I remained silent for a moment, not knowing where to start. Seemingly, I was not physically


    sick.