The Beauty and the Brain by Natalie Jones novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135 

Marie stood in front of the window, looking at the brightly lit street outside. She refused to open the door, as she didn’t want to talk to Dennis. 

The knocking sound rang out again, and Marie grabbed the pillow next to her and threw it at the door, but it had no deterrent effect. 

The outside of the door became quiet, and there were no more knocks. Marie felt a little wronged. Was that the end of the coaxing? Shouldn’t they have begged and coaxed her to open the door? 

Marie had her eyes wide open, feeling a stinging sensation in them. She felt wronged and wondered if Dennis didn’t care about her at all. Even when he came to comfort me, he seemed impatient and perfunctory. Even if I was being unreasonable, couldn’t he have tried to console me more? 

She hated her indecisive and petty self, yet couldn’t help but want to use such unreasonable behavior to prove something. 

Like a child, they said they didn’t want candy, yet they pouted and blinked back tears. 

Marie stood in front of the window for a full two minutes when suddenly, there was a sound at the 

door. She turned her head, the doorknob turned, and the door opened. 

Marie quickly turned her head to look out the window. Dennis closed the door and walked in. There were no lights on in the room, only the light from outside casting a small, frail shadow on the 

person by the window. 

Dennis walked over and stood behind her, reaching out to embrace Marie. Marie dodged and said, “Mr. Whitney, I need to rest now, please leave.” 

Dennis weighed the keys in his hand and said, “I didn’t take the keys from Old Mr. Spence’s 

pocket.” 

Marie stared out the window without speaking. She knew that Dennis was saying he couldn’t possibly let Nataly take the keys out of his pants. 

She knew that Dennis didn’t like Nataly and that he wouldn’t let Nataly go to Glorious Estate to 

cook. Moreover, he wouldn’t let Nataly touch his pants. 

She knew everything, but she was no longer like Rose, a cold-hearted assassin. She was Marie, just like any ordinary girl who could get angry, feel jealous, throw tantrums, and be unreasonable. 

She was just feeling very upset and wronged, with so many insecurities sweeping over her, making it difficult for her to fall asleep night after night. 

Dennis hugged her from behind, but Marie awkwardly struggled, refusing to let him hold her. 

Nataly was right; she wasn’t his girlfriend, nor was she his bedmate. Why did he embrace and kiss 

her so recklessly? 

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Moreover, he had been entangled by Nataly’s perfume scent, and just thinking about it made her 

feel uncomfortable. 

“Dennis! Don’t touch me!” Marie stomped her foot and struggled, angrily pushing him away. 

Marie struggled, hitting Dennis’s chest with her elbow, but Dennis didn’t even make a sound. Marie half-turned and pushed him forcefully. 

Amidst the pushing and shoving, Dennis struggled to hold her back and shouted, “Marie! Calm 

down!” 

Marie couldn’t resist the strength of a grown man, feeling anxious, angry, and wronged. With a sobbing tone, she yelled, “Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me! On what grounds do you always hug and kiss me like this, Dennis? Have you no shame?” 

“I like you!” Dennis’s voice, like thunder on a rainy night, pierced through the thick clouds in her mind, striking her heart and reaching that small, fragile heart. 

Her head was pounding, her ears were ringing, and her heart was like a little rabbit with the door. open, bouncing and hopping, almost leaping out of her chest. 

Thud, thud, thud. 

In the quiet room, the dim light cast two silhouettes on the window, seemingly frozen in place, 

motionless. 

A burst of car noises sounded from outside the window, accompanied by the roar of an airplane in 

the sky and what seemed like bird calls from the garden. All the sounds were so clear, including 

Marie’s heartbeat, which became the most wonderful noise of the evening. They reached the 

eardrums, as clear as a whisper by the ear, yet as indistinct as the chirping of cicadas on a rainy 

night. 

Marie was stunned by the shout, and Dennis straightened her up, looking directly into her eyes. 

“From the moment you wore that gown and fell into my arms, my eyes were only on you. No matter how many secrets, how much past, or how much unease you had, I was willing to wait. I would wait until you were ready to tell me yourself. I thought that by waiting until that day to tell you, you would be able to stay by my side without any pressure. After all, my girl was really timid.” 

Dennis’s eyes sparkled with laughter, like the brilliant galaxy shining in the night sky, captivating for a thousand years. 

Dennis raised his hand, his rough fingertips brushing her cheek, picking up a bit of moisture. The man’s voice came with a hint of laughter, “Silly girl, why are you crying?” 

Marie watched his thin lips open and close, and although she clearly heard every word, it was as if 

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she hadn’t heard anything at all. 

She stood still, tears falling like pearls off a broken string. 

Dennis lifted her chin, gazing into her clear eyes, his voice deep with a hint of laughter, yet serious as if making a vow, “Marie, the person I like is you, it has always been you.” 

Marie opened her mouth, but nothing came out. 

Dennis lowered his head and kissed her lips. 

The girl’s soft, warm lips were enveloped in tears, carrying a salty taste, like a gentle breeze on the ocean surface. 

Dennis pressed her against the wall, his hand cushioning the back of her head, his large palm supporting her waist, deepening the kiss. 

Marie closed her eyes, the crisp air entering her nostrils, but she still didn’t feel the slightest bit awake. This man and his words had come so unexpectedly. 

Caught off guard, he intruded into the restricted area of her heart. 

He said, “Marie, the person I like is you, it has always been you.” 

Just as he had once vaguely hinted to her every time, from his gaze, to his tone, to his indulgent posture. 

He liked her, always had. 

For the first time, Marie stood there like a caged cat, retracting her claws, obedient and bewildered. The man pinned her against the wall, and she endured his increasingly out-of-control kiss. 

It wasn’t until there was a knock on the door that Marie seemed to be jolted awake. 

She suddenly opened her eyes and pushed Dennis away. 

At some point, Dennis had already moved her from the wall to the bed, and she, like in a dream, just let this man do as he pleased. 

Dennis was interrupted during the kiss, frowning and looking unhappy. Marie glared at him and shouted towards the door, “Who is it?” 

“Ms. Marie, Old Mr. Spence said not to delay Mr. Whitney from returning to his room to rest!” Jolie’s voice rang out from outside. 

Marie was speechless. 

Did I delay Dennis’ rest? It was obvious that Asher was afraid I would act indecently towards Dennis, right? 

“Got it!” Marie exclaimed. 

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The sound of Jolie going downstairs echoed outside the door, Marie let out a sigh and looked at 

Dennis. 

The man was sitting on the edge of the bed, leisurely observing her. Two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing his strong chest and attractive collarbone. A couple of strands of hair fell on his forehead, covering his eyes that resembled the stars in the night sky, exuding a sensual charm. 

Dennis was looking at Marie, her hair disheveled, her shoulders half-exposed, appearing as if inviting him to take things further. This sight made Dennis’s throat even drier, his eyes deep and