Deep love: insatiable lover

Even married to Brisa, he could do whatever he wanted.

Brisa was just a child, he just had to make sure she could continue to live as she was.

If he thought so, there would be nothing wrong with the marriage union with the Leoz family.

Dylan soon had the answer.

-Do you need me to announce the engagement in the press in the Pacific City first?

Vincent knew Dylan agreed. He smiled softly and patted Dylan on the shoulder:

-The media in Pacifica City will naturally know about it then, and it would be more appropriate to announce the news of your engagement to Brisa in the Leoz family. It’s great, and it will let everyone know what I mean.

The two parties quickly reached an agreement.

Once this was established, going abroad became second nature.

Dylan asked Mateo to buy the tickets.

The objective was achieved and Vincent left the SJ Group.

-Grandfather, why are you leaving so soon?

Brisa thought Vincent had not yet mentioned the union, and when she saw him leave, she immediately approached him and asked dissatisfied.

Resignation was still visible under the eyes.

-I’ve taken care of your business for you, why do I have to stay here to interrupt your brother Dylan’s work? You’ll have to say I’m taking up your brother Dylan’s time.

-Done?

Brisa froze and couldn’t help but feel excited and euphoric.

-Of course, grandfather is a man of his word.

-Hooray, Grandpa, you’re the coolest, I love you so much!

Brisa jumped for joy and rushed to give Vincent a big hug.

-Take your time grandfather, first I’ll go and look for brother Dylan.

Vincent grunted in disbelief. Alas, his granddaughter had grown up.

Brisa pushed the door hard, too excited to care too much.

-Brother Dylan, will you promise to marry me?Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Dylan looked at her with excitement and amusement:

-Hurry up and see if my office door is broken, compensation is due.

-Oh, what a joke you are playing now.

Brisa stomped her foot in disgust as she reached over and grabbed Dylan’s arm petulantly, asking:

-Is it true or not? Grandfather says you have agreed to marry me, is it really true, brother Dylan, that I am going to marry you? My God, I am not dreaming.

I was really so happy!

It was like a dream come true, the biggest dream of his childhood finally came true.

Great!

Breeze, incoherent with joy, wrapped her arms around Dylan’s waist and kissed him without thinking.

He dodged wisely.

Dylan scratched his nose affectionately.

-How can you be so happy that you’re going to marry someone before you’re in a relationship?

-Being married to Brother Dylan, of course I’m happy.

Brisa was too happy and didn’t care about Dylan’s resistance. In the end they were getting married anyway, and Dylan’s brother was hers, so she was in no hurry, really none.

-Well, go off and do your business first and don’t interrupt my work.

-Well, I’ll be good.

Now he couldn’t wait to go to Vanessa and show off in front of her, tell her he was about to get engaged to brother Dylan and make her jealous.

In the end Brisa didn’t go because she had a better idea.

-Brother Dylan, don’t you want to come back with me? -asked Brisa, not very happy, as she reached over and tugged reluctantly at Dylan’s arm, trying to drag him with her. Dylan broke away easily, scratching his nose like a child.

-Be a good girl and let Mateo take you back, I have work to do.

-Well.

Brisa grumbled inwardly, but said nothing. She told herself she couldn’t be too capricious or Brother Dylan would be mean to her like he had been the last time. She had to be patient until the engagement went smoothly.

In the end, brother Dylan would be his anyway and would have nothing to do with this Vanessa.

-All right then, but you’ll have to come back soon.

-I understand.

He didn’t say yes, just that he understood.

Brisa watched with less than resignation as Dylan got into his car and drove away.

-Miss Brisa, I’ll take you back.

Matthew stepped forward and said.

-I’m not going back either, Brother Dylan isn’t there anyway, there’s no point. I’m going for a drink.

Brisa ordered with a raised chin and an arrogant look on her face.

Even though Matthew was Dylan’s special assistant, Breeze was always on top of him, demanding and condescending, treating him as if he were her own servant; Matthew was tempted to say no, but then he thought about Breeze’s arrogance, it would be better to obey her.

More is better than less, and anyway, he knew he could not force Brisa to listen to himself.

-Where is Miss Brisa going for a drink?

-A bar street, of course! I’ve heard that there’s a bar street in the Pacific City and I’ve never had the chance to go. I’m going to have a lot of fun and drink this time.

Without a word, Mateo led Brisa straight to the bar.

But when he arrived, he would have to follow him, so that the young woman would not be in any danger.

In the Cazalla Group.

Dylan’s car was parked on the side of the road and the man didn’t get out. He sat in the driver’s seat and casually lit a cigarette. Through the black car window, he stared at the Cazalla Group building.

I knew Vanessa was still at work.

Dylan thought about waiting for Vanessa to come out before driving, after all, as soon as he showed up at the reception, Vanessa would probably know about it too, so he could avoid it.

What Dylan didn’t expect was for Benjamin to be faster than him.

-What brings you here?

Vanessa had just left the company building when she saw Benjamin and looked at him unexpectedly.

-The lady called to say that the car had been taken in for maintenance and that you had taken a taxi to work, so I came to take you back.

Benjamin smiles, and his gaze was soft.

-Please.

Vanessa felt embarrassed, not realising that Mercedes would not miss the slightest opportunity to set a sweet trap for them.

-It’s OK, I’m afraid we are now fixed in our relationship in the eyes of both parents. And it’s going well. My mother even asked me today when I’m going to marry you, leaving me speechless,” Benjamin said jokingly, in a disguised tone.

Vanessa was a bit distracted and didn’t feel it, just listened to the surface:

-How can you… think that?

-The day I came back from the resort, the lady called my mother and told her we were ready and we had a long discussion about the wedding cake.

Benjamin spoke to Vanessa as if they were having a normal conversation, in a casual and natural way.

The more this attitude was adopted, the more embarrassed and ashamed she became.