Deep love: insatiable lover

There was not a single phone call or call from Vanessa.

Dylan frowned

“Is the phone broken, or have all the call records of … and so on been erased by Brisa?”Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Brisa lay down on the bed.

“Why does Dylan always treat me like a child? It’s obvious she adores me, but he won’t let her stay. Could it have something to do with the woman from that day? After all, who is she, and what is her relationship with Dylan?”

Brisa became even angrier when she thought of Dylan’s smile at the mention of the woman.

-Breeze.

At the sound of Dylan’s voice, Brisa’s face lit up with joy and she immediately got out of bed to open the door.

-Dylan!

At the sight of the phone in Dylan’s hand, the smile on Brisa’s face immediately withdrew and she looked up at him.

-What’s going on?

-You didn’t do anything with my phone? Like delete my contacts and messages or something? -Dylan asked jokingly, without the slightest hint of guilt, and Brisa showed that she froze for a moment before she realised what he was talking about. It was obvious to her that Dylan didn’t trust himself when he asked that question.

She instantly thought of Vanessa.

-Is that why you’re asking me about that girl? -asked Brisa, holding back her displeasure:

-The girl’s name is Vanessa, did she call or send a message?

-No

“Of course it was that woman!”

-Really? -Dylan asked with a smile, he was just thinking that Brisa might not admit it, so he wanted to follow up with a question, but to his surprise Brisa instantly turned red and looked at him accusingly, “You don’t believe me?

-Of course not.

Brisa’s sad red eyes were hard to bear.

Dylan questioned her about the woman. Who was this woman?

No, she had to find out, she must not allow any woman near Dylan to be a crisis for her.

Brisa thought to herself, her face growing increasingly aggravated.

-Don’t cry, it’s my fault, don’t bother.

He hugged her and patted her back to calm her down.

-Of course it saddens me that you don’t believe me,” Dylan had to persuade her more gently.

-I apologise, don’t be angry.

-Is an apology enough?

-Well, what does it take to forgive me?

Dylan could do nothing with the child in his arms, so he accompanied her and coaxed her to stop crying.

-I’m going to go to SJ with you tomorrow and see where you work.

-No problem.

-That’s more like it. I’m sleepy and I’m going to bed.

-Good night,” Dylan said, placing a soft kiss on Brisa’s forehead as he had done in the past, before leaving.

In the bathroom, Brisa laughed in the mirror.

He raised his hand to his kissed forehead, thinking it would have been better if it had been on his mouth.

Dylan returned to the room, looked at the time and went straight to the bathroom with his phone.

He put the phone away and clicked on the video call. While waiting for a response from Vanessa, he slowly and methodically unbuttoned his shirt.

But Vanessa did not respond.

Dylan frowned, a little disgruntled. He called directly to Vanessa again and there was no answer.

-Angry? -Dylan looked in the mirror and muttered to himself. This time no one was picking up the phone and he had to give up.

After a not very pleasant shower, Dylan took a picture of his back in the mirror and sent it to Vanessa, the bruises were still bad even though it had been a few days.

It could not be otherwise, that he had no one to take care of him and medicate him while Vanessa was away.

Unconsciously, he did not want Brisa to know about his injury. It was always felt that this would avoid unnecessary problems.

He waited for Vanessa to see him and call him, but in the end he didn’t wait.

So Dylan woke up in the morning in a bad mood.

Vanessa only woke up to the news in the morning.

He turned his phone off and silenced it before going to bed, unaware, of course, of Dylan’s calls and video calls.

When she opened the photo and saw Dylan’s grimy backside, Vanessa’s brow immediately furrowed. Normally, a bruise like that should be slowly healing by now. Because the worst was over.

But why were the bruises on Dylan’s back still severe?

Hadn’t the woman next to him applied the ointment and then made love together?

Or was the creepy photo taken earlier and only published now?

Vanessa curved her lips mockingly, it was none of her business anyway.

Switching off the phone, Vanessa got up to wash up.

During breakfast, the news was discussed that Benjamin wanted to have dinner with her tonight, as he would be rejoining the troop at short notice tomorrow.

Vanessa hesitated and agreed.

Before going to work, he made a point of talking to Mercedes.

-Mum, I’m having dinner with Benjamin tonight, you don’t have to wait for me.

-All right.

Vanessa and Benjamin’s relationship went very quickly, and at this rate it shouldn’t be long before he would see his daughter married again, and this time happily ever after.

Mercedes was therefore looking forward to it all the more.

-Have fun, it’s okay if you don’t come back in the evening.

Vanessa was a little surprised, but said nothing.

Driving to the office, Vanessa had long forgotten about Dylan.

Mateo froze for a moment at the sight of Brisa, who had followed Dylan to the office, but quickly snapped out of it. It was only natural that she would come to work with him, given how much he favoured Miss Brisa.

After all, these days, Señor rarely came to the office and had been spending time with Brisa.

-Mateo, it’s been a long time, how are you?

Brisa knew Mateo quite well, and when she saw him she immediately ran up to him and greeted him with a big smile.