Though Dennis barely contacted Olivia recently, I still felt bad as if being stabbed into my heart whenever I noticed something fishy about them.
“Is it because of Dennis again?” she sighed, “Clara, pregnancy would be likely to bring you emotional fluctuation. Take it easy. Perhaps it’s just that you were being too suspicious.”
She paused and added, “How about that? I will tell Alex about it so as to get you a check when he returns. Maybe he can do this favor.”
I nodded. Then the door of the bedroom was opened. It was Dennis.
I said on the phone, “Take care.”
“Okay.” She replied. She paused for seconds and said, “Don’t tell Mario where I am.”
Meanwhile, Dennis walked over to me while holding berries.
I agreed and hung up the phone.
He sat to my side and fed me a berry. His voice sound clear and soft, “Have a try.”
I didn’t wanna taste it. So I shook my head.
Seeing that I looked displeased, he didn’t insist. He just sat by my side, silent. After quite a while, he went to get some files from the study and started to browse them.
I had nothing else to do either. So I got myself a book to read.
Diana seemed to notice Alex as soon as we finished our talk. When I got the call from Alex, I was getting really sleepy in the midst of reading. The ringtone of my phone suddenly pulled me back to soberness.
Dennis, who was focusing on the files, suddenly looked at me when hearing my phone ring. Then he continued with the files.
I picked up the phone and went to the balcony.
“Alex?”
“Damn, if it weren’t because of the call from Diana, I would have assumed that you were dead!” As always, he still appeared to be talkative.
I simply ignored his joking tone and asked, “You are still oversea?”
Alex was my classmate in college. He studied abroad and majored in psychology after graduation from college. As aloof as I had always been, I seldom kept in touch with my friends in college after graduation.
He started to gab, “Well, where are you? Still in Newton Town? By the way, are you still feeling good?”
I frowned and tried to avoid the topic, “I am fine. So when will you be back?”
“About a few months later.” He seemed to be drinking water. After a few seconds of pause, he continued, “You can go to Country M if you have time. Diana told me something about you. I might be in depression, I reckoned as you got the same symptoms happening before. Come to Country M and let’s have a talk.”
I massaged between my eyebrows as it ached a bit, “Okay.”
“Clara, take it serious! Depression may kill you!”
I knew he said so out of concern. So I nodded, “Alright, I know.”
I noticed that Dennis had dropped the files he was holding. So I ended the topic in advance, “I gotta go. Good night.”
“Damn, good night my ass! It’s still daytime here!”
Before he continued, I hung up the phone.
Dennis walked to me. Then I hurried to put away my phone. I looked at him, emotionless, “You have finished your work?”
He nodded, reached out his long arms and hugged me. He gently kissed on my forehead and said with low and husky voice, “Do you wanna go for a trip in City P?”
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