The Beauty and the Brain

Chapter 115

Dennis, feeling helpless, took the rolling pin and made a few ravioli skins for her. Marie finally.

managed to wrap the ravioli and placed them askew on the side.

So on the whole plate, all the neatly wrapped ones were by Dennis, and the askew ones were by

Marie.

After wrapping the ravioli and setting it aside, Dennis cooked two more dishes. Marie volunteered

to make a salad, and under Dennis’ guidance, it turned out quite presentable.

Ravioli was in the pot, and Marie’s apron, hair, and face were already covered in flour. She looked at

Dennis miserably, shrugged her shoulders, and said, “I’m sorry, I really don’t know how to cook.”

The girl’s nose was covered in flour, and after working for an hour, her face was red and tired. She

looked at the ravioli in the pot with anticipation and a bit of disappointment, as the ones she made

didn’t look very good.

Dennis pulled her into his embrace and kissed her lips.

Marie was taken aback, Dennis let go of her and said softly, “Thank you, I’m very happy.”

Dennis’ gaze was too intense, which made Marie blush. She pushed him away and ran to the living

room to watch TV.

Dennis was in the kitchen watching the ravioli, while Marie was in the living room watching the New

Year countdown show, with laughter occasionally coming through.

For the first time, Dennis felt that this was very good.

No matter who she was, what her purpose and mission were, as long as she stayed safe by his side,

that was enough.

Amidst the faint smoke of fireworks, for the first time, the high and mighty Dennis was drawn into

the mortal world, into the facets of everyday life. Surprisingly, he found it quite warm and comforting.

All this warmth came from that quirky girl in the living room.

The ravioli was cooked, and Dennis brought all the dishes to the dining table. He went to the living

room to call Marie for dinner, but she had already fallen asleep on the couch.

She hugged the pillow, leaned against the couch, and slept soundly.

Dennis moved closer, blocking her breath, but after a short while, Marie struggled to wake up. Rubbing

her eyes groggily, she asked him, “Is the ravioli ready?”

Dennis nodded, “Alright, let’s eat.”

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Marie yawned, stood up, and walked towards the dining table. She looked at the food on the table

and then hurriedly ran to Dennis’ wine cabinet, taking out a bottle of red wine.

Dennis opened the red wine and poured it into the glass. It was his first time in life having red wine

worth tens of thousands of dollars paired with ravioli.

Marie glanced at her watch, and it was already past midnight. She raised her glass, her eyes squinting

with laughter, “Dennis, Happy New Year!”

Dennis smiled and clinked glasses with her, saying, “Happy New Year!”

Marie put down her cup, picked up a ravioli and put it in her mouth. It was so hot that she screamed,

but she eventually managed to finish it. Satisfied, she smacked her lips and said, “It’s actually quite

delicious!”

Dennis laughed and said, “Ms. Spence’s cooking skills are good.”

Marie nodded proudly, “That’s right! I’m so amazing!”

Dennis shook his head indulgently and began eating a ravioli.

During this meal, both people ate all the ravioli and dishes, leaving them completely clean. The

main reason was that Dennis hadn’t eaten dinner, as the Spence family’s New Year’s Eve dinner had

ended in an argument. Marie also hadn’t eaten dinner.

After eating, Marie rubbed her full stomach while walking around the living room, saying, “I’m so

stuffed, I ate too much.”

Dennis asked her, “Would you like to go for a walk? I can take you to see the fireworks.”

Marie’s eyes lit up. “Can we set off fireworks in New York?”

Dennis put on his coat, picked up Marie’s coat, and asked, “Are you coming?”

Marie immediately nodded, “Let’s go!”

In the dead of night, Dennis was driving with Marie sitting in the passenger seat. It didn’t take long for

her to fall asleep, leaning on the seat and sleeping soundly. It seemed that whenever Dennis was

around, she always slept more peacefully, with fewer nightmares and less unease.

When Dennis woke her up, Marie rubbed her eyes and sat up, asking, “Where are we?”

“Rhode Island,” Dennis said.

“Rhode Island?” Marie was taken aback.

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Although Rhode Island was not far from New York, just a three-hour drive, how could she have

imagined that while she slept, Dennis had already left New York?

Dennis parked the car by the road near the beach, moved the fireworks from the trunk to the sand,

and took Marie to the seaside, saying, “I can set off fireworks for you here.”

Marie had already put her shoes in the car and stood barefoot by the sea. The seawater rose and

covered her ankles, icy cold, causing Marie to shiver.

Dennis pulled her back and said, “Don’t play with water in the winter, you’ll catch a cold.”

Marie obediently returned, and Dennis had prepared the fireworks for her. He handed her a lighter, and

the two of them lit the fireworks together. They ran to the edge of the beach and watched as the

fireworks soared into the sky. The enormous noise drowned out their voices, leaving only the brilliant

lights and vibrant colors filling the sky.

Dennis had bought so many fireworks that by the time they were all set off, Marie was already a bit

tired. However, since they had finally made it to the seaside, she still wanted to walk around and

explore.

She strolled along the seaside, with Dennis walking beside her, and the atmosphere suddenly became

somewhat silent.

Marie bent down, grabbed a handful of sand, and threw it at Dennis. She was probably the first person

to ever dare to throw sand at Dennis.

Dennis reacted and glared at her, “Defiant?”

He dashed after her, and Marie laughed heartily as she took off running.

Two people were clumsily chasing each other on the soft sandy beach, with laughter and playful noises

heard from time to time.

Dennis, taking advantage of his height and long legs, caught Marie and tackled her onto the beach.

The bright moonlight scattered across the sandy beach, and as their eyes met, they could see no one

else but each other. In Dennis’ ears, all he could hear was the sound of the wind and Marie’s slightly

hurried breathing. The scent that lingered around his nose was the freshness of Marie.

He lowered his head and kissed the girl’s soft lips.

Marie closed her eyes, perhaps it was the two glasses of red wine that made her drunk, or maybe, it

was the deep night, and her brain was tired.

She was groggy, not wanting to wake up or think.

Her heart agreed, so she didn’t resist at all.

It was a long and passionate kiss, Dennis sought tenderly and patiently between her breaths.

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And this time, Marie surprisingly cooperated. She responded awkwardly and clumsily to this unspoken

kiss.

After a while, Dennis buried his head in her hair and whispered softly, “Marie Spence, you can’t escape

now!”

“Hmm?” Marie didn’t understand.

“From now on, wherever you go, I will catch you and lock you by my side,” Dennis’ voice rang in her

ear, as if taking an oath.

From the moment the girl in the evening gown fell into his arms at the Spence mansion garden,

everything started to spiral out of control.

His heart, his emotions, were constantly being drawn by her.

And now, he was certain that he could no longer let go.

This girl was quick-witted and alert, like an enigma that could never be deciphered. Yet, no matter

where she went, he would always find her.

Marie, don’t even think about running away again.

Marie’s face turned red with embarrassment, but luckily the darkness of the night concealed it

somewhat. She pushed Dennis away, sat up, and remained silent with her head down.

Dennis laughed, “You’ve already seen it, what’s there to be shy about?”

Marie punched him and said, “Nonsense!”

Dennis covered his chest, “Last time you got drunk, I clearly…”

“Shut up!” Marie exclaimed, as she reached out and hit him again.

Dennis grabbed her hand, looked at her, and said, “Marie, thank you.”

Marie was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, “What are you thanking me for?”

Dennis sat with her by the sea and said, “Thank you for the New Year’s Eve dinner, I had a great

time.”

Marie laughed and said, “No, thank you. I was unhappy before, but now I’m happy too.”

Dennis looked at her without speaking. He knew that he couldn’t pressure Marie to talk; if she wanted

to say something, she would do so naturally.

Marie hugged her knees, swaying back and forth, drawing circles in the sand with her fingers. She

shiffled and said, “Tonight, Grandpa gave me a photo of Mom. Grandpa also gave me one of Mom’s

necklaces…” Marie pulled out a four-leaf clover necklace from her sweater to show Dennis, then

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tucked it back in, saying, “My mom was very beautiful, gentle, and elegant. She must have been a

great woman.”

Dennis touched her hair and asked, “So why were you upset then?”

Marie took a breath and said, “Both Grandpa and my dad said that my mom was a promiscuous

woman, she was wanton and brought shame upon the Spence family. That’s why the Spence family

didn’t allow her belongings to be kept and didn’t allow anyone to talk about her or remember her.”

Marie turned her head, her eyes filled with tears as she looked at Dennis. The tears were about to

overflow from her eyes as she said, “Dennis, I can’t believe it. She must not be that kind of person.

There must be some mistake.”

Dennis reached out and embraced Marie, gently patting her back as if comforting a child. He could feel

Marie’s slightly trembling shoulders and hear her soft sobs.

Marie’s tears fell, dripping onto Dennis’ coat and disappearing.

She knew that what Mason said might be false, but there was no need for Asher to lie to her as well.

If it wasn’t for Luisa doing something outrageous, why would the Spence family be so secretive? After

all, she was once Mrs. Spence.

But she was very sad, not because Luisa was such a person, but probably because at that time, young

Marie couldn’t protect that poor woman, nor could she protect her vulnerable self.

As Asher said, no matter what, Luisa was always her mother.

Yes, I am now a person with a mother, not like the old Rose, an orphan without parents, who was truly

the most redundant person in this world. It seemed that whenever she died, it wouldn’t

matter.

Marie leaned against Dennis, sniffed, and with a nasal voice, asked, “Can we watch the sunrise here?”

Dennis reached out and tightened the coat around her, asking, “Are you cold?”

Marie shook her head, “It’s not cold, I want to watch the sunrise.”

Dennis grasped her cold little hand and said, “Let’s go back to the car first, and come back later to

watch the sunrise.”

Marie shook her head, “I’m right here.”

Dennis reluctantly sat with her, and two hours later, he shook the drowsy Marie awake.

As a ray of sunlight broke through the sky and spilled out from between the clouds, Marie turned her

bead to look at Dennis and smiled slightly, “Dennis, Happy New Year.”

Dennis laughed and kissed her forehead, “Marie, Happy New Year.”

In the new year, she would live better and better for Rose, for Marie, and for Luisa.