Deep love: insatiable lover

The strong pregnancy reaction lasted a week and Vanessa lost one and a half kilos.

Mercedes was distressed and Josefina was anxious as she watched her thin and emaciated face. Although they tried to give Vanessa supplements, they did not help because she always vomited before eating much.

-Aunt, how can this go on. Vanessa and the foetus in her womb can’t maintain nutrition, in case something happens …

Josefina frowned worriedly.

Mercedes frowned with the same concern.

-Hey, even though first babies are like that, Vanessa is vomiting too much. I think she’s going to get malnourished if she keeps it up.

-Exactly. It is useless to try to find a dietary supplement at the moment, Vanessa eats it and turns her head and spits it out.

-So what then?

-I advised Vanessa that she should go to the hospital for an infusion and she refused. I know Vanessa is doing it for the baby’s sake, but…

-No, we can’t let it go on like this.

Mercedes may be heartbroken for her daughter, but she is also heartbroken for the child she is carrying.

Josefina was relieved to see Mercedes go to persuade Vanessa.

Let us hope that Vanessa will change her mind.

At that moment, the phone in Josefina’s pocket vibrated several times in a row. Unbeknownst to Mercedes and Vanessa, Josefina hurriedly opened her phone and was delighted to see Dylan’s nutritious recipe.

With these recipes, Vanessa’s situation will always improve, won’t it?

He put the caution away and erased the message on it again before relieving himself.

There, Mercedes continues to convince Vanessa to go to the hospital for an infusion.

-All right, just wait a little longer, if it really doesn’t work then it’s not too late to go to the hospital.

Vanessa laughs.

Although she appears to smile softly and calmly, she is actually very stubborn.

Seeing that her persuasion was futile, Mercedes sighed and said:

-Then wait another week and see, if it still doesn’t work, you should go to the hospital. Mum knows that you are afraid that the infusion will be bad for the baby, but you can’t go on like this.

-All right, I know.

Vanessa smiled and reassured Mercedes.

She was almost three months along and her belly had not yet bulged. But perhaps because the foetus has been in there for so long, Vanessa’s excitement about the baby grows stronger every day.

All she thinks about every day is how her son is doing.

She herself has long since been forgotten in a corner.

Also because of the new life Vanessa has not thought about Dylan for a long, long time.

Josefina prepared dinner with a nutritious recipe Dylan had found and watched with great anticipation as Vanessa ate it, only to be completely relieved when she didn’t vomit and ate more than usual.

-Great, the recipe really works.

-What recipe?

Mercedes asked, and Vanessa looked over.

Realising that she was too excited to speak her mind, Josephine smiled and explained.

-I was worried about Vanessa’s health, so I asked someone who knows a doctor who specialises in obstetrics and gynaecology what to do about Vanessa’s condition, and they sent me a prescription. I was just trying it out, but I didn’t think it would really work.

-Is that so?

Mercedes said happily.

-Vanessa, if you can eat well following this recipe, Josefina, you have done a great service.

-It’s nothing, I didn’t do anything either.

Josefina smiled shyly.

He wouldn’t dare take credit for it, it’s all Dylan’s doing.

Of course, there was no way Josephine was going to tell the two in front of her, they would have to wait until later to find out for themselves.

With the nutritional prescriptions, Vanessa was eating more than before and her vomiting had improved. Mercedes and Josefina were relieved to see that her mood was improving day by day.

Dylan, who is far away in Peaceful City, looks at the photo of Vanessa, rosy and relaxed in the sun, and his heart fills with warmth.

-Sir, we will be there soon.

Mateo opened his mouth in the front row to warn.

Dylan put his phone away, the tenderness in the corners of his eyes instantly turning into a sharp shiver.

Looking out of the car window at the increasingly distant landscape outside, Dylan curved his lips into a slight grimace.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

A few minutes later, the convoy stopped.

-The men are inside and we will deal with them before the police arrive.

Dylan nodded, his expensive leather shoes stomping on the cluttered floor as he slowly made his way towards the dilapidated factory building in front of him.

Tall bodyguards stood with expressionless faces, the source of light coming from the torches they held.

Squeak.

The rickety iron door is pushed open and a musty smell hits the nose.

Dylan stared coldly at the bloodied and bruised men, his eyes as cold as if they were dead.

-All in order?

-All in.

Matthew answered in the affirmative.

Dylan stepped forward and looked at them one by one.

Several of the men were tied up and left on the dirt floor, languishing and breathing. One of them looked at Dylan with resentful eyes, but there was nothing they could do about it.

He took a step forward and, in an oversight, stepped on the hand of who knows who on the ground and crushed it hard.

-Ah!

Mournful cries echoed through the dilapidated factory.

Dylan had his hands in his trouser pockets and was slightly bent over looking at the man who was crumpled on the ground and still screaming in pain.

-You should have thought about what would happen today when you messed with me in the first place.

He did not want to do anything to them, because he wanted to accumulate blessings for his unborn child. If it had been earlier, these people would have died long ago.

-How long before the police arrive?

-Half an hour,” Mateo looked at his watch and said, “We’ll go the other way then, and the arrangements have been made on this side. The others will come when we have gone and there will be an implosion here.

Dylan nods and stands up.

Looking coldly at the man languishing on the ground, he curved one side of his lips into a smile and turned to leave.

-Let’s go.

The group quickly set off again.

Half an hour later.

-Don’t move!

A police car pulled up and heavily armed SWAT officers rushed into the ramshackle factory to see the mess after the fight. On the floor were dead and wounded, and both the dead and wounded were particularly unfortunate.

Leaning back in his chair, Dylan narrowed his eyes.

-How did you catch it?

-We followed the clues we found out earlier and there happened to be a few people there, so we took them all together.

-All in order?

Dylan repeated it carelessly and Mateo looked at him in confusion.

-Yes, it’s all there. Is there a problem?

No one responded.

The car drove down the remote and bumpy road, the convoy of bodyguards that had come to make sure things went according to plan left two and now followed one behind Dylan’s bodyguard car.

The headlights illuminate the wild, arid desert ahead.

-Wait!

Dylan’s eyes snapped open and his dark eyes brimmed with brightness.

The second after he opened his mouth, a bullet hit the glass of the car window. Fortunately, the glass was bulletproof, so only a small mark was left.