Deep love: insatiable lover

Cecilia just nodded vigorously at his words and picked up a picture book suitable for young children to read, reassured by Dylan’s smile.

Mateo did not come to the office, he was leading an intense effort to track down news from Orlando.

It was as if someone had set a net a long time ago and, when Dylan wasn’t looking, it began to close in on him, and only when it was clear that there was no escape, did the person behind it start to emerge.

As a result, Dylan did not have time to break free.

Dylan was now at a passive disadvantage and was not free to do what he wanted, nor could he do what he wanted. This made it much more difficult for him to counterattack.

Since he enters the office, he is so busy that he hardly has time to drink water.

Cecilia had finished her children’s books, she was only three years old, she couldn’t read at all, and all she could read were pictures.

Cecilia pursed her lips as she looked up to see her father frowning and busy.

She didn’t dare make a noise that would disturb her father at work, nor did she want him to be distracted from his work himself. The sweet girl simply sat on the sofa, dazed.

When Dylan was partly finished with the paperwork at hand, he couldn’t help stretching his neck to ease the pain in his shoulders.

Just then, out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly saw her stunned daughter and remembered that her baby Candy was still here. She pushed back her chair and stood up, striding over to the sofa and bending down to pick up Cecilia.

-I’m sorry Candy, honey, it’s just that daddy’s been so busy with work that he forgot about you.

-It’s OK, Dad.

Cecilia shook her head and smiled to comfort her favourite dad.

-Are you hungry? Are you thirsty? Is it too boring? Can daddy get some girls to keep you company?

Cecilia was so emotionally sensitive that Dylan worried that he was too busy working and neglecting his daughter’s psyche, so he thought he would ask the assistant secretary to come and play with Cecilia and distract her.

But Cecilia shook her head vigorously:

-Candy wants to be with her dad.

As she said that, she unconsciously hugged Dylan tightly, as if she feared Dylan would hand her over to someone else.

-Well, then Candy will stay with Dad.

Dylan smiled and kissed his daughter’s forehead, but his heart was pounding with pain.

And his eyes were as thick as if they had been instantly enveloped in an impenetrable layer of thick ice.

If something were to happen to her child, she would not let Orlando off easy!

Afterwards, Dylan would just pick up his daughter and sit her on his lap while he worked. He would stop to talk to her, play with her and then go back to work.

The work was much slower, but at least he didn’t have to worry about the shadow growing in Cecilia’s mind.

There was no word from Mateo until noon, which irritated Dylan’s spirits.

Cecilia sensed that her father’s state of mind might be related to her mother’s disappearance and became increasingly frightened, but did not dare to show it.

The girl had to contain her fears and behave in a good way.

Compared to other fathers, Dylan was attentive enough, but not attentive enough.

He had no way of perceiving his daughter’s feelings at the time, no idea of her fears and panic, and although he stayed with her and distracted her, some of the effects were still there, deep in her mind, affecting Cecilia, who was only three years old.

No one could have imagined that despite the fact that all entrances and exits to and from the Pacific City highway were strictly controlled, the bus and train station as well as the airport could not be traced for three days.

-Sir, could they still be in Pacifica City?

As they have not been shown to have left, they must still be in Pacifica City.

But his men had also been searching in Pacifica City, along with the police, and had found nothing.

-There must be something we have missed.

Dylan’s face was grim, his dark hawk eyes chilling.

Matthew could not understand what he had missed, so he remained silent, not daring to interrupt Dylan’s thoughts.

-Where is Juan? Bring him here and tell him I have something to ask him.

Dylan would take advantage of Cecilia’s nap before venturing out to talk business with Mateo. He still had Cecilia on his mind and would come back to stay with her when he finished, worried that he would panic if Cecilia woke up and didn’t see him.

-How is Candy doing these days? Any better?

Dylan’s eyes showed a hint of concern at the mention of Cecilia, and his voice was surprisingly tired.

She is becoming more and more insecure, and although I can see she is holding back her fear, how can a three-year-old hide it?

This was the main reason for Dylan’s agitation.

As long as Vanessa was not found, he feared that Cecilia’s situation would get worse by the day.

He did not want to see his daughter, who had been so lively and sweet, become sensitive and suspicious and introverted, and every day he looked at Cecilia, who was as good as a doll, Dylan was very worried.

All Dylan could do was try to keep his daughter with him, not scare her, and make sure he was always in sight of her when she was awake.

Mateo pursed his lips, not knowing what to say.

Dylan turned to leave.

He expected to be awake for another half hour, as was Cecilia’s custom, but who was to say that as soon as he pushed open the sitting-room door he would see the girl, who should be sleeping, sitting up in bed with her knees in her arms, her eyes fixed in an unknown direction.

This had been the norm for the past few days.

-Candy.

Dylan hid his concern and smiled as naturally as possible, reaching over and gently hugging his daughter and kissing her forehead.

-Dad.

Cecilia came to her senses with an innocent, good-humoured smile, clinging naturally to him.

-When did baby Candy wake up? Why didn’t you call daddy?

Dylan asked his daughter with a smile, guiding her in a gentle tone.

Cecilia lowered her head, biting her lip softly as she whispered in response.

-I was afraid to bother dad at work. Dad has been very busy lately and I don’t want him to worry about me.

-Tontita, even if daddy is busy, my little girl will leave her work to be with you if she says so. You are my little princess, a hundred times more important than work a thousand times. So, from now on, if Candy wakes up, all you have to do is scream, and daddy will come to be with you at the first opportunity, okay?

Dylan looked into his daughter’s eyes, conveying his tenderness and care, hoping that his daughter would stop being afraid to be sensitive.

-Yes.

Cecilia nodded vigorously, the girl did not seem very energetic.

Dylan was worried, but he couldn’t show it, so he had to restrain himself; he had a soft smile on his face as he patiently cajoled his daughter.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.