Chapter 105 The Cold Fact


    My wrist hurt because of his grip. His face remained sulky, “We are the same type. ra, you can


    never deny that Dennis no more loves you! And you know that well.”


    He then gazed at my belly, saying in a horrible cold voice, “The baby isn’t as nice as you have


    expected. As for Diana, you know that she will leave one day. So you are the same just like me, alone


    and deste. Since then, why don’t you spend the rest of your life with me? I can offer whatever you


    ask for. We can live together like a family just like before, dwelling in a house in our hometown. Don’t


    you deem it a good idea?”


    My wrist hurt even more. I frowned and struggled to pull my hand off. But I failed. I raised up my head


    to stare at him with a sense of sympathy, “Leo, there are so many people in the world whom you can


    ask for to stay by your side for the rest of your life. But stop pestering me, okay?”


    He sneered, looking painful, “You don’t know me!”


    But actually I did. As an isted guy living in darkness, he would never learn to seize any hope to get


    himself out. He clung to me not because of love. Instead, he deemed that no matter how hateful he


    turned to be, I would still ept him just like my grandma, who would always spare him a home at that


    time.


    He only found his heart strayed and deste.


    Suddenly, I felt something chill. I turned around and saw Dennis standing at the gate, looking at us with


    his horrible eyes.


    I drew back my hand and kept a distance from Leo out of instinct. I knew perhaps it made no sense


    because Dennis might not even care.


    But it had been part of my instinct, which I could do nothing to change.


    I said to Leo, “Go back home! I’ll take you to grandma’s grave. If you miss her, go for a visit.”


    I paused and looked at him, who still remained a cold, proud but deste expression.


    “Leo, what has gone is gone. Life still goes on. You could find nothing but depression if you keep


    looking back.”


    I had never gone back to the alley where we lived at young age since grandma passed away. From


    then on, I knew that I was alone in the world.


    I strayed like a falling leaf. No matter how hard I struggle in the wind, I would still hit the ground and


    end up being dumped.


    So I turned around to enter the vi without looking back at Leo.


    Though it had been half a month since I returnedst time, everything here remained unchanged. But


    there were more flowers in the vi, making it a bit more colorful.


    Nanny Daisy looked more haggard. Seeing me entering, she looked at Dennis who was following


    behind. Then she forced out a smile, “Both of you have been away for half a month. I thought you were


    going to abandon your home.”


    She paused and sighed, “Thanks god, now you both return.”


    I seemed to be a bit more impatient because of the hot weather. I didn’t feel like talking much and


    sleepiness started to linger in my head. So I went to the bedroom after a few seconds of talk to Nanny


    Daisy.


    Dennis followed in. Silent, I got on the bed, closed my eyes and got ready to sleep.


    I thought Dennis would say something or simply throw a tantrum. But he still remained unspoken. The


    atmosphere fell into silence.


    A few secondster, I felt the bed sank down a bit. Then he hugged me into his arms.


    Soon, I heard his even breath. After a while, I fell asleep as well.


    It was just a napsting for about an hour. I woke up and saw Dennis’s charming face as soon as I


    opened my eyes.


    Unmoved, I stared at him still.


    I couldn’t help wondering how long it had been since I stared at him like thatst time.


    He suddenly opened his eyes and we looked at each other. I paused for seconds.


    “You have woken up?” he asked. His voice sounded a bit hoarse as he just woke up. He reached out


    his hand to move the hair scattering on my forehead backward. He simply stared at me.


    “Ahem,” I was rendered a bit uneasy by his gaze. I was about to support myself up. But he pinned me


    down while sitting on my waist, raising his brows, “Where are you going?”


    “I am going to get up!” I struggled a bit but he fixed me tight.


    I frowned, “Dennis, let go of me!”


    But he simply ignored my request. He pinned me on the bed harder and reached out his hand to touch


    my five months pregnant belly, in which the baby started to move randomly.


    He seemed to feel that. A bright smile appeared on his handsome face. He raised his voice, “He seems


    to be moving!”


    He smiled like a kid. Seeing that, I couldn’t help grinning, “Yes. But I wanna get up.”


    He looked a bit more interested. So he sat up and supported me to lean against the headboard of the


    bed. He beckoned me to lower down my upper body a bit. Then he pressed his ear upon my belly.


    After a while, he smiled at me, “Will you feel ufortable when he moves?”


    I was rendered speechless by his foolish question.


    “If you are curious about that, why don’t you read some books about pregnancy. Perhaps you can learn


    something by then.” I supported myself up and was about to get off the bed.


    He hugged me from behind, “Just stay still like that for a few more seconds!”


    I used my own hands to break away from his hug. But when I lowered down my head to look at his


    arms, I frowned as I noticed some scratched scars on the surface, while the scabs of which had been


    peeled off and his wounds still looked bloody red.


    As I paused, he also noticed my gaze at his arms. So he hurried to draw back his arms, “What do you


    want for food?”


    I only responded with long silence.


    He seemed to tell what was in my mind. He sat next to me and held my hand to stroke caringly. But


    actually I still felt displeased.


    “You got those scars after protecting Olivia?” I also noticed myself that I was asking too


    straightforwardly, but I failed toe up with a better alternative of the question.


    He paused and I felt it. So I drew back my hand and sighed, “I need to take a shower.”


    Perhaps I would prefer no answer to this question rather than hear him confess that all those scars


    were for the sake of Olivia.


    I would prefer to be a fool being kept in the dark.


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    He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back onto the bed. He fixed his eyes on me firmly, “You still feel


    aggrieved?”


    I paused while looking at him, “Aggrieved for what?”


    “For my scars.”


    I smiled with my head down. Then I shook my head, “No. Your life means nothing to me from now on.”


    Though I reckoned he would be mad and a quarrel might be brought up if I said so, I still followed my


    heart.


    He stared at me and uttered after quite a while, “ra, you have never cared about me, haven’t you?”


    “No!” I said, but feeling bad. I let out a breath and tried to avoid his cold gaze, “When your grandpa


    made me your wife, I had a crush on you just because you fulfill the fantasy of all girls for their prince


    charming—handsome, rich and decent.”


    “I married you because of the fantasy. But it started to fade away as time went by. And then I noticed


    myself that I was actually daydreaming.”


    Because Olivia simply smashed my fantasy for a nice marriage.