The Beauty and the Brain by Natalie Jones novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90 

From the moment Dennis woke up, he had been sitting in the living room, staring at the blood-stained high heels on the coffee table. 

That was Marie’s high heels. 

Just a moment ago, she was holding his hand and dancing gracefully, but in the next moment, they were separated by the crowd. 

He knew that Clayton had already examined the bloodstains and determined they were not hers. 

So where is she? 

“Mr. Whitney, it’s time to take your medicine,” Cullen said as he walked over with a glass of water. 

Dennis covered his shoulder, the wound throbbing with pain, and he asked, “Did you find her?” 

Cullen shook his head and didn’t say anything. 

Dennis held a water cup in his right hand, looking down and not saying a word. 

He could no longer concern himself with what the relationship between Marie and Seth was, nor could he worry about who she still had in her heart; all he could think about was her smiling face. 

As long as she return safely. 

The doorbell rang. 

Cullen stood up and opened the door, looking at Marie standing at the doorway, he thought he was 

dreaming. 

He excitedly shouted, “Mr. Whitney! Ms. Marie! Ms. Marie is back!” 

Dennis abruptly stood up from the couch as he saw Marie walk in and smile at him. 

Her beautiful evening gown was already tattered and torn, the makeup on her face had become 

blotchy, and her small face was somehow covered in dirt, making her look quite embarrassed. Scratching her head, she said, “Cullen, could you please go down and pay the taxi fare for me? I didn’t bring any money.” 

Cullen immediately nodded and ran downstairs to pay. 

Marie walked up to Dennis with a frown, looked at his arm hanging in a sling, and asked, “What happened to your hand?” 

Dennis reached out with his right hand and pulled her into his embrace, as if he had survived a disaster, he let out a sigh of relief, “Marie, where did you go?” 

Marie raised her hand and patted Dennis on the back, comforting him, “I just got separated from 

you, but I’m back now, aren’t I?” 

Dennis released her, then anxiously looked her over and asked, “Are you hurt?” 

Marie shook her head. “I wasn’t hurt, but you were, right?” 

Marie pointed at his arm and asked, “What happened here?” 

Dennis’ eyes darkened, “It’s nothing, just a minor injury.” 

Marie stared at him and said, “Dennis, don’t lie to me.” 

Dennis raised his hand and touched her messy hair, saying, “I’m glad you’re okay. Go take a shower 

and come out to eat something.” 

Marie shrugged. “Alright.” 

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She returned to her room, took off her evening gown and threw it in the trash, then went into the 

bathroom to take a bath. 

When Marie woke up in the hotel where Kate and her friends were staying, it was already afternoon. She had slept all day and hadn’t eaten anything when she woke up. She quickly checked Emory’s injuries, made sure there was no serious problem, and told them to leave as soon as possible. Then, she went out and took a taxi back to her hotel. 

She had promised Dennis not to lie, so she couldn’t make up a reason for where she had gone; she simply said they got separated. 

However, the injuries on Dennis, the gunfight she witnessed last night, and the critical moment when she shot the bald man, saved Dennis’ life. 

Everything was telling her that Dennis was not as simple a businessman as he appeared to be on the 

surface. 

He had his own organization, and judging from yesterday’s situation, its influence was not even inferior to that of the Rodger Group. 

After taking a bath, Marie walked out of the room, drying her hair, and Dennis called her to eat. 

The hotel brought the steak, and Marie sat down at the dining table. Seeing Dennis struggle with one hand, she cut her own steak and placed it in front of Dennis, saying, “Eat this one.” 

She took Dennis’ portion and sat quietly next to him, eating her meal. 

Dennis watched the girl across from him, who was slowly cutting her steak with her head down. On her face, there was none of the panic and fear that a normal girl would have. 

It seemed that the gunfight last night was completely insignificant to her. 

She didn’t even ask why there was a gunfight. 

Her indifference seemed more like she had known everything all along. 

“Marie, where did you go yesterday?” Dennis asked. 

Marie hesitated while cutting the steak and didn’t say anything. 

“Can’t you say it?” Dennis asked again. 

“I got lost, I don’t know where I went,” Marie said with her head down. 

“What about today? You didn’t return to the hotel until tonight, where did you go during the day?” Dennis put down his fork, picked up the napkin, and wiped the corner of his mouth. 

“I was so tired, I found a place and took a nap,” Marie said. 

“You, a young girl, slept in an unfamiliar place in France?” Dennis asked in response. 

Marie, with her head down, cutting her steak, said, “Dennis, I’m not your prisoner; there’s no need for me to report my whereabouts to you.” 

The atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing, Dennis’ face looked terrible, but Marie still kept her head down, leisurely chewing her steak. 

“Marie, who is Seth?” Dennis asked. 

Marie’s body stiffened, her hand paused, and she said, “Didn’t you meet him yesterday?” 

All these little actions were clearly seen by Dennis, and in his eyes, they seemed more like Marie’s guilty conscience. 

“I mean, 

who is Seth to you?” Dennis asked with a pale face. 

Marie smiled, tossing her fork onto the plate with a clatter. She grabbed a napkin and wiped the corner of her mouth, saying, “I’m full.” 

Marie stood up and turned to walk to the room. Dennis suddenly stood up as well, the chair dragging on the floor and making a piercing noise. He grabbed Marie’s arm, forcing her to turn around and face him. Staring into her eyes, he asked, “Who is Seth?” 

Marie looked at him and asked, “Why were you injured?” 

Dennis hesitated for a moment and didn’t speak. 

“Dennis, I promised you I wouldn’t lie to you, but I didn’t say I would be completely honest with you either. You have your secrets, and I have mine. Can’t we just respect each other?” Marie said.