Love You Can’t Say

He frowned, leaning on the car window, stretched out his head, and said, “As a pregnant woman, this is what you are eating? Does Dennis really care about you?”

I was speechless. He was so boring that I didn’t want to throw a glance at him at all.

I placed the lunchbox away and got ready to start the car home.

He stopped his car in front of me, looked at me with eyebrows arched, “Clara, do me a favor, let’s have a meal together?”

I was a little irritable when I saw his shameless look, “I’m full!”

“Then, let’s get somewhere quiet and have a talk!”

His car was blocking the driveway. Not only my car couldn’t move, but the surrounding cars were also affected too.

Surrounding drivers were honking their horns, but he wasn’t in a hurry. Instead, he looked at me with a shameless expression on his face.

In agony, I said, “Lead the way!”

He smirked, “Get in my car. A pregnant woman shouldn’t drive!”

Damn!

Withholding my temper, I got out of the car, walked to his side, got onto his car, looked at him indifferently, and asked, “Not leaving yet?”

He grinned and said, “Leaving, going now!”

The young man was a show-off. He drove a flashy car that swaggered through the city and didn’t know how to keep things to a limit. He even opened his car hood in the city area.

He was extremely boring.

I felt a little cold, but I didn’t bother to say, and he acted as he pleased.

“Clara, do you think we will appear on the Newton Town Entertainment news tomorrow?” He was playing rock music in the car. It was so loud that he was shouting.

I gave him a supercilious look and didn’t bother responding.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

If we were on the news, then it would be all thanks to him.

The car stopped in the bustling area of the city center. This was where young people would go to for dates, meals, and shopping.

His car was flashy, and so was he. As soon as he stopped the car, he attracted many young girls’ attention, many car lovers also took pictures of his car with their phones.

“Show-off!” I threw him the word and got out of the car.

After looking around the lively and bustling streets, I looked at him and asked, “What do you want to eat?!”

He grinned, “You decide!”

After looking around, I went straight into a French restaurant, Luis followed behind. He smiled and said, “Clara, you are rather romantic.”

I’m speechless, I just didn’t like being stared at and anyhow chose.

After entering the restaurant, the waiter stepped forward and said, “For two? We have a couple set today. Would you two like one?”

“Yes, we’ll take a set and open us a bottle of Bordeaux!” Luis blurted out.

I looked at the waiter and said, “Give me a glass of juice, thank you!”

When the waiter left, Luis looked at me with a smile and said, “Clara, I forgot that you can’t have alcohol.”

What a deliberate mistake!

Ignoring him, I looked at my phone and saw Dennis’s text message, it was just three words, “Where are you?”

He didn’t even add a superfluous punctuation mark.

I didn’t reply. I turned off my phone and saw Luis staring at me. I frowned, “What’s the matter?”

“Clara, has anyone said that you looked like the Hong Kong and Taiwan star?” The waiter delivered the steak, and Luis tilted his body and waited for me to respond.

I looked at the waiter and thanked him, then looked at Luis and said, “Like who?”

Surprised that I would respond, he straightened his face and said, “Audrey Hepburn!”

I nodded, “When I was in college, some people ever said so!”

However, those were just random comments. When I started to wear my spectacles, hardly anyone ever commented on that.

It could have been the literary look that made the similarities reduced.

“You also look a bit of another person!” He spoke with a serious expression on his face. I cut the steak and thought he was just bored hence he was continuing the conversation with me.

“Mm…” Responding to him faintly, I lowered my eyes and continued to cut.

He didn’t eat but shook the red wine glass in his hand and said, “You look very similar to my mother, especially your eyes. Your eyes are really similar.”

I thought he was really bored. I stuffed a piece of steak into his mouth, looked at him, and said, “I may have a common look. Some people also think that Olivia Pearson and I look very similar too!”

My grandfather mentioned before that I look like Olivia, but I do think there are too many people with similar appearance. After all, everyone has the same ancestor, and we all live on the same land therefore it isn’t surprising that people look alike.

He smirked and finished the red wine in his glass, looked at me, and asked, “Why did you transfer out of S University?”

His question surprised me. It had been a few years back, how did he know about it?

I placed my knife and fork down and looked at him, “Were we schoolmates?”

He raised his eyebrows, poured himself another glass of red wine, looked at me, and said, “You really don’t remember?”

I shook my head. I had no other impression of him apart from the time when I met him after I took over the George Group’s audit.

He shrugged after hearing and didn’t continue on.

He looked at me and said, “It’s fine, just remember about me in the future.”

He didn’t eat anything as we continued our casual conversation. Instead, he drank a whole bottle of wine. He was probably drunk as he lay on the table and looked at me in a daze.

I got up to foot the bill. I saw that it was getting late. I knew I would have issues waking up tomorrow if I get back too late.

I have to admit that fate was indeed very coincidental. It was very unexpected to meet Luis’s mother, Luna, and Olivia here.

I was neither surprised to see Luna nor was I am surprised to see Olivia. However, it was a bit strange to see them both at the same time.

I recalled that Olivia and Luna didn’t seem to know each other well!

Watching them shop very intimately from a distance, they looked a lot like pair of mother and daughter. However, I didn’t dwell too much about it. After footing the bill, I walked over to Luis and looked at his blushed face.

He should be drunk, I looked at him and asked, “Can you still walk by yourself?”

“No!” He said, with a trace of boyishness in his tone.

I sighed, wore the bag across my waist, raised my hand to help him up, and supported him out of the restaurant with half of my body.

It was not an exaggeration to describe Luis as entering gracefully while exiting embarrassedly.

I got into the car after I helped him in. It wasn’t easy for me to drive Luis’s sports car as I was used to driving a Cadillac. The chassis was too low that made it not easy to drive.

Fortunately, there were few people on the streets at this time, and I didn’t cause any problems.

I wanted to send him back to L Community. I have been to L Community with Dennis before hence I still had a bit of an impression of it. However, I was stopped by Luis who refused to go there.

After checking with him for a long time, I learned that he lived alone in T Villa. I was quite surprised that he also lived there.

“Clara, do you really have no impression of me at all?” Halfway through the journey, he suddenly looked at and asked in a half-awake state.

I was taken aback and shook my head, “We met before?”

He smiled bitterly, “I’m the only one who still remembers the mulberry trees in Mrs. Kennedy’s yard with the morning glory flowers on the ridge, and your snot-covered face.”

I was a little distracted for a while when I heard him. Those memories were from many years ago. How did he…

It didn’t take long for the car to reach T Villa and to find where he lived. I helped him out of the car and pressed his doorbell several times before an elderly man came to open the door.