Stunned, Dennis followed me and whispered, “What’s wrong?”
“I’m sleepy!” After I answered him, I went into the bathroom to wash up.
I was caught in his grip. He frowned deeply. “Clara, be straight to me, OK?”
“Aren’t you tired after a long day out?” I wasn’t angry. I was even smiling when I said it.
“No,” he answered rather grimly. “Is it because I came back late?” After a pause, he frowned and said, “I'm sorry. I won’t keep you waiting. I’ll try to get things done soon next time.”
“No, your work is more important.” With that, I pushed him away and went into the bathroom.
He came in before I could close the door.
Seeing that I still seemed unhappy, he frowned slightly and hugged me from behind, his chin resting on my shoulder.
His voice was low and subdued. “Nothing is as important as you.” And he kissed me gently.
The scent of other women’s perfumes filled me, making me a little irritable. I pushed him away and pressed my lips together. “Dennis, get out of here. I need a shower.”
My words were indignant. He frowned. “Shall we wash together?”
“Dennis, you don’t understand what I’m saying, do you? I said I’m going to take a bath, and if you want a bath, go to the next room.”
He pressed his lips together and his face darkened. “What’s the matter? Why are you angry? What have I done?”
“Nothing!”
I didn’t even want to talk to him right now. If he didn’t go out, I would.
But he wouldn’t let me go. He pushed me up against the wall and bit me hard on the shoulder. “Tell me why you’re angry, okay? Don’t make me guess.”
“Go take a shower. You smell terrible.” I said, frowning.
He raised his eyebrows, then raised his hand, sniffed, and asked, curling his lips, “Clara, can you smell it?”
“Go to your bath!” I said with some irritation.
He smiled and said patiently, “She’s sick, and I happened to be with Marcus, so we went there together. I am your husband, and I will be faithful to you all my life.”
I pressed my lips together and pushed him away.
“Go take a bath.”
He chuckled and went into the bathroom.
When he came out, he changed his bathrobe, and his chest muscles showed his strong personality.
Seeing me sitting in bed reading, he sat over and said, “Why are you looking at this? Do you want to go there?”
“I want to go to country M. Diana and Alex have been there for ages, and I haven’t heard from them. I don’t know what happened to them. I want to check it out. I haven’t seen them since my accident, not even Luis, and I don’t know what’s going on with them.”
He nodded, took my travel guide, put it aside and said, “It doesn't work. It’s no use reading this thing. It just so happens that I am planning to go to ountru M sometime later. You can go with me then.”
“What are you doing there?” With so much going on at the office, could he walk away?
He pressed his lips together and kissed me on my forehead in his customary way. “There have been problems in some of Mario’s hospitals, and I have to go over there. There are several in the country, too. Things are getting a bit serious.”
I was stunned. That was why his phone kept ringing today.
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