Deep love: insatiable lover

-Did you miss me? That’s why you’re up so late.

-Dishonest.

Although she didn’t know why Dylan was up at that hour, Vanessa didn’t want to acknowledge the supposed fate at all. Maybe she had only sneezed because of Dylan, who certainly hadn’t said anything good about her.

-I’m going to sleep, and please don’t call me.

Vanessa hung up the phone after that and turned it off immediately.

Not wanting to lose sleep under the same sky as Dylan, Vanessa turned over and went back to bed, forcing herself to sleep.

The next day, almost at noon, Vanessa received a call from Benjamin saying that he would meet her for lunch. By noon, it was already half past twelve and Benjamin still hadn’t arrived.

Just as Vanessa was about to call her to ask her, Benjamin’s call came first.

-Vanessa.

His voice was full of weariness, as if something bad had happened.

Vanessa instantly thought of Isabel and felt a little annoyed.

“Has something happened again?”

-I’m sorry I can’t join you for dinner, because….

There was a pause in the middle, as if there was something difficult to say, and Vanessa asked no more questions and in turn reassured Benjamin a couple of times.

-It’s all right, I understand. We’ll have dinner next time.

Benjamin hung up the phone when he finished.

Vanessa sighed as she watched the phone go dead. She suddenly had the feeling that she and Benjamin were going to miss each other, and she didn’t know if she was sad or disappointed.

Enrique returned from dinner and saw Vanessa still in the office and asked her suspiciously:

-Didn’t you go to dinner with Mr. Benjamin?

-Something has happened.

-I mean, you haven’t eaten? -Henry frowned and looked at the time.

Vanessa nodded her head with a smile.

-So I’m going to the personal restaurant to see if there’s anything to eat,” said Enrique.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

-Thank you.

Then Enrique nodded and walked quickly away.

Luckily there was still some food left in the restaurant and Enrique bought one for Vanessa according to her taste and delivered it to the president’s office.

After a quick meal, Vanessa started to work.

With news from Grupo SJ and The Moya Group changing daily, there was a dark cloud hanging over the interior of the Pacifica business district.

-I don’t think Orlando is going to last this time. I have heard that the Moya Group has lost several large proLeozctos recently. It has also been revealed that senior officials have been bribing officials and are being inspected by the prosecutor’s office. With all the internal and external problems, it’s going to be hard to pull through unless we get lucky.

Upon hearing this news, Vanessa’s emotions were overwhelmingly calmed.

Whether Orlando was broke or even in jail had nothing to do with her.

-Strengthen security patrols and give no opportunity for outsiders to enter the office.

With Orlando’s character, it could come back to haunt him.

-I got it.

Henry’s tone became serious as he also thought of the last time she was drunkenly harassed by Orlando.

These days, Pacific City was filled with a stormy low.

A month had passed since then.

Vanessa also tried to get in touch with Benjamin, wanting to confide in him, so she took the initiative to try to give them a chance, but unfortunately it didn’t always work out.

Gradually, Vanessa also stopped taking the initiative.

I knew that Isabel’s problem was simply not going to be solved.

And with Benjamin himself it was no longer possible.

Although a little disappointed, Vanessa forced herself to leave and to stop thinking about it.

-Dylan, why have you been coming home so late lately?

Since the night of the sacrifice, Brisa has been increasingly in control of Dylan’s whereabouts.

He questioned him every time he was a little late and even checked his phone.

-Why are you still awake? Aren’t you afraid of getting dark circles under your eyes?

Dylan cajoled her indulgently, not taking her questions seriously.

-You’re lying! Evidently, you left the company a long time ago.

Brisa’s cold face was unusually accusatory.

Dylan’s eyes had a look of helplessness in them:

-I’ve told you several times, little one, no more watching my whereabouts. I’m going to be angry if you go on like this.

Removing his tie, Dylan turned sideways to change his shoes.

The beautiful face was hidden in the gloom, the impatience in the depths of the eyes.

If Brisa kept this up, one day Dylan would take back all the cuddles and pampering he had given Brisa in the past.

-I’m going upstairs to rest, and go to bed,” Dylan said indifferently, walking up the stairs in his slippers, while Brisa stood up and shouted at his back with a resigned fist.

-Dylan, will you stop treating me like a child! I’m your fiancée and it’s only natural that I want to know your whereabouts. I just want to know where my fiancé goes and what he does every day.

Pausing with his feet, Dylan turned, his eyes sharp: “Breeze, if you really want to be my fiancée. Then… – In the darkness, Dylan’s eyes were like a sharp, eerie knife. All the indulgences I give you now, I’ll take back.

-What does it mean? -asked Brisa with an uncertain look on her face as she barely suppressed the fear in her heart.

-It means that my fiancée has no right to ask any questions about me, just be a good girl and play the role of a competent fiancée. If you feel better being my fiancée, you have to follow my rules. And if you want to continue being capricious like you are now, you have to put up with my current attitude.

With that, Dylan turned and strutted away.

The upright posture gives a sense of indifference and coldness, as if it were in the flesh and walking away.

At that moment Dylan stopped being indulgent with her and his tone turned cold.

If Brisa could be his sister, Dylan was willing to spoil her forever, but if she wanted to be his so-called fiancée, she had to put up with the attitude.

This was Dylan’s warning to Brisa.

Unfortunately, Brisa, who had been spoiled by her indulgence since childhood, would not understand this at all; she just calmed down quickly after a moment of panic and discomfort, blaming it all on Vanessa.

-It’s all because of that bitch!

Dylan would never have been so cruel to her if she hadn’t shown up.

-It’s all her fault!

Wasn’t it his body that Dylan likes?

Would Dylan still be obsessed with his body if it were dirty?

Of course not, right?

Then he flashed a wicked grin.

-Vanessa, don’t blame me.

Brisa clenched her hands, her expression twisted as she muttered to herself.

-Will I send you? -Henry looked at his watch and said with some trepidation.

-No, I came by car today. It’s late, you should go home early.

Enrique had been working late with her and now it was almost dawn.