Deep love: insatiable lover

The next day, when Mercedes got up to prepare the stew for Dylan, she saw that the pot already had soup in it and was still turning. The aromatic smell was already evident and it had obviously been cooking for a short time.

It must have been Vanessa’s stew.

The thought of her daughter brought a cloud of sadness to Mercedes’ face.

They had already left Peaceful City, but had not been able to avoid the entanglement with Dylan.

Even if Mercedes had all the complaints and words in the world, she could not interfere for the sake of her daughter and her unborn grandchild.

It does not matter.

Mercedes sighed again, her face still clouded with sadness, but she moved neatly to check the soup in the pan.

The soup was simmering and he didn’t have to worry at all.

-Are you awake?

Vanessa returned from outside and surprisingly felt a little faint when she saw Mercedes standing in the kitchen.

He was just making soup for Dylan, who had saved his life.

Her own daughter, she knew, and Mercedes had understood all this when she saw her expression.

In fact, she could see that Vanessa wasn’t all hatred for Dylan. It’s just that their relationship had been so complicated in the past, with all the frustrations and misunderstandings, that Vanessa hadn’t realised it.

-Didn’t I say yesterday that I would make the stew?

-I had nothing to do anyway.

And it was Vanessa’s doing, how could she make her mother work as well.

-Vanessa, I support you no matter what you do. But I want you to think clearly, I’m too old to be with you all the time. One day, when I’m gone too, it will be just you and your children. You have a long way to go and it’s hard to know what you’re going to face, but I hope you’re strong enough to get through it.

Vanessa’s heart felt a little sad at Mercedes’ words.

-Mum, I know.

-Good to know, good to know.

If she could, she wanted her daughter to find someone to love her and stay together. That way, if she left, her daughter would still have someone to love, someone to care for and a home.

Mother and daughter talked for a while and the soup was almost done.

Josefina, who had also got up, fetched a thermos and helped pour the soup.

-Vanessa, are you going to the hospital? Shall I come with you?

-All right, I have a driver to take me.

Vanessa smiled and refused.

Josefina did not insist any more and accompanied her out of the inn, waiting for the car to leave before returning.

Last night she had already received a call from Dylan telling her that her own identity had been revealed, and Josephine was quite apprehensive, but was relieved to see that Vanessa’s attitude towards her had remained the same after the night.

Josefina really liked it here and she liked Vanessa, so she didn’t want to leave at all.

Dylan woke up very early.

Although still pale, she was in good spirits.

He is leaning on his bed, staring gloomily at the door, like a schoolboy waiting for a visit from his parents.

If Mateo were here, he would be surprised by Dylan’s appearance.

This was nothing like Dylan.

Vanessa is coming today, isn’t she?

Dylan couldn’t help but think, his heart full of anticipation.

Finally, Vanessa arrived and Dylan couldn’t stop smiling.

-Vanessa, you’re here.

Vanessa looked puzzled, her face unreadable.

He placed the thermos on the next table, poured himself a bowl of soup and handed it to Dylan.

-Drink it, I asked the doctor, it’s okay to drink it.

-Did you make the stew?

Dylan held the bowl in both hands, looking at Vanessa with overly hot eyes.

-It’s not like it’s a real feast, and Mr Dylan has eaten my food before.

-But I haven’t eaten it for a long time.

Dylan laughed.

He was too concerned about Vanessa’s tiredness to bother with the soup first, and hurried to sit her down to rest for a while.

-Mr Dylan, you don’t have to worry about me.

Hearing Vanessa continually call him Mr Dylan made Dylan a little uncomfortable, but he didn’t show it. He knew he couldn’t go too far, in case he went an inch too far and pushed Vanessa away he would be out of luck.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Dylan stopped talking and bent his head to drink his soup.

The room was especially quiet for a moment.

Vanessa looked away at first, then her eyes fell on the bandages wrapped around Dylan’s waist. Thinking about the way the clothes around his waist had been soaked with blood yesterday, Vanessa couldn’t help but feel cold.

With all the blood he had lost, he needed to eat more nutritious food.

The doctor said he had to stay in bed for a long time, and he didn’t know exactly how long that would be. Was he going to be hospitalised here forever and not have to go back to the office?

Vanessa’s mind was so jumbled with thoughts that she didn’t even notice that Dylan had finished his soup. He held the bowl, but his eyes were drawn to Vanessa, who was walking away, as if she couldn’t get enough.

It was his.

Dylan’s heart melted at the thought that the person in front of him and the baby in her womb were his.

It seemed that the Leoz family would have to speed things up and not let Vicente go free.

He had to make sure Vanessa was safe.

Of course, if Vicente would stop picking on him, he wouldn’t need to keep suppressing the Leoz family.

As long as Vincent can bear the rancour.

But is this possible?

At the moment, abroad, the Leoz family.

-Sir, here are the photos from that time.

Carlos handed a thick stack of photos to Vicente, who took them and looked at them one by one, his face grim and terrible.

-Humph! I never thought I’d be fooled too. If it wasn’t for this accident, who would have known that he, Dylan, was really in love with someone.

Vincent mocked, and Charles lowered his head, not daring to speak.

-Dylan, good, good!

Vincent said well twice in succession, but his expression was grim and terrifying, evidently furious, his eyes full of ruthlessness:

-It’s a soft spot that’s been given, there’s no reason not to use it.

-But sir, as the photos would have been circulated to the outside world at the time, Mr Dylan must have already taken precautions. It would be difficult for us to make a move now.

-Then look for the opportunity.

Vincent ordered.

He now knew that Dylan had not deliberately sought out Brisa because of the woman in the photograph, and that Brisa had not come to her senses after all the torture and suffering she had been through.

He felt guilty and blamed himself for not getting rid of the threat the first time he heard Brisa mention it.

Now, it was too late.

He couldn’t swallow this!

Vincent was sure he could solve the crisis in the Leoz family, and even more sure he could bring Dylan to his knees.