Deep love: insatiable lover

-Bring Lucas here.

Matthew got back in the car and called Lucas to find out where he was while he planned to do what Dylan had assigned him to do.

The distance from the living room to the stairs took almost ten seconds. Dylan looked down at the unconscious person in his arms with a frown.

“Damn it, what the hell has Orlando done to you?”

It was only a few days later and she had already lost a lot of weight! It was a bit scary the lightness of weight when I hugged her. And her face, why did it look so bad! Her fever was so high that she was unconscious and felt like strangling herself.

“Why the hell is he so stupid?”

Dylan asked himself over and over again, but if he went back in time to the moment before the incident, would it be the same?

After a moment’s hesitation, the answer remained the same. That was what Dylan hated most about himself: being too rational, as if he were an emotionless robot.

Gently laying the drowsy person in his arms on the bed, Dylan remained motionless as he sat on the edge of the bed and stroked her cheek before Lucas arrived.

-Hey, you look like a real gentleman in love right now.

Lucas was in a very bad mood at the time, because Mateo had pulled him out of a beautiful bed, which caused him to fall immediately and had almost caused after-effects. So when he saw Dylan, he couldn’t help but joke with him.

-Cut the crap and come and have a look!

-You didn’t like her when she was well, but now that she’s sick, you’re anxious? -Lucas looked at Dylan with narrowed eyes and scoffed.

-Still with your nonsense? -Dylan gave him a dirty look.

-Well, well.

Lucas had to give in and resigned himself with a grimace. He strided forward, frowned and gestured, pushing the man away.

-Go away, you’re in my way.

Dylan actually got up and moved out of the way, very obediently. That cheered Lucas up and he got into a slightly better mood. He coughed slightly and began to examine Vanessa’s body decently.

-It’s nothing serious, he’s in a coma due to dehydration combined with lack of food, and the cold caused the fever. I think he’s been treated by a doctor before and just needs to rest for a few days to recover,” Lucas finished and came to a conclusion.

-Wow, you’re the president of the SJ Group and you want your wife to starve? When did you become so cheap? Ha, you’ve done all the evil and now you’re pretending to be the good guy.

Lucas did not miss the opportunity to joke with his friend.

Dylan, unusually, ignored him and let Lucas off the hook for his personal accusations.

-Mateo, take him away.

-Hey, are you going to throw me out like that? At least I’ve attended to your wife twice, you should let me greet her when she wakes up,” Lucas looked reluctantly at Dylan.

He had his full attention on Vanessa and his eyelids didn’t even move at the sound of her voice.

-Matthew.

-Yes, sir.

Matthew stepped forward, grabbing Luke’s arm and dragging the man unceremoniously.

-Hey, hey, at least have some brotherly love,” Lucas shouted towards Dylan. Matthew rushed to cover his mouth before he could say anything else and dragged the man away forcefully.

It was best not to disturb his boss with shouting at this time, so he sent him back to where he was.

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Dylan looked at the sleeping Vanessa with a frown, thinking she was sweating from the high fever and her clothes were uncomfortably clammy, so he went to the bathroom to get a basin of hot water.

After putting the hot water and towels aside, he bent down and carefully lifted Vanessa’s blanket and began to undress her.

The soft fabric of Vanessa’s pyjamas was pulled back and the bruises were immediately visible.

Dylan’s breath hitched and uncontrollable anger shone in his eyes.

It was like a killer beast and even the sleeping Vanessa felt something unsettling as her body shuddered and she slowly hunched over, frowning.

-How cold…” she murmured in her sleep, her dry, chapped lips looking increasingly pitiful.

The brittle sound of fear instantly pushed back Dylan’s tempestuous nerves. In an instant he realised that everything that had happened was under his own approval, and he felt more upset.

He couldn’t let off steam, but he couldn’t deal with his pent-up anger any more.

What was the point of getting angry when it was he himself who had provoked such a situation?

He could only let the anger burn inside him, burning half-heartedly. If he had anyone to blame, he could only blame himself.

“Shit,” Dylan muttered, forcing himself to adjust his breathing and calm down.

“There’s a lot of hickeys on his body but if Orlando had done something else…”

Dylan shook his head hard to stop thinking about it.

She quickly undressed Vanessa and concentrated on wetting a towel to clean her body. Every movement was careful and compassionate, fearing to hurt Vanessa.

His frown gradually relaxed, but his hands remained cautiously clenched into a fist.

After the frontal cleaning, Dylan tucked her in for the moment and headed to the bathroom to change the clean water and wash the towels before leaving. Turning Vanessa around, he set about cleaning her back.

The hickeys on the back were even more intense than those on the front.

At the front, the focus was only on the collarbone, while at the back it took up the entire back.

The sight of those blinding bruises made Dylan’s hands clench uncontrollably. He forced himself to calm down and concentrated on cleaning Vanessa’s back.

When he finished, he gently tucked her in again.

When he reached the bathroom, Dylan finally let out the anger he had been repressing. He looked at the person in the mirror with a grim look on his face.

Suddenly, his eyes turned bloodshot as he found that stoic face particularly annoying. Pointing at himself in the mirror, he punched him unceremoniously.

There was a thud.

The mirrors were broken and each piece contained a Dylan.

His gaze was grim, his expression merciless as he punched the mirror one after the other. Until his right hand was bloodied and the mirror was completely shattered.

After venting his frustrations, Dylan finally calmed down.

Quickly, he took a cold shower and went outside. He casually bandaged his injured hand and went outside.

-Sir.

Matthew had been watching outside the dormitory and had heard all the commotion outside. Seeing Dylan’s bandaged but still visibly bloody hand, he didn’t look away right away.

-It adds some more pressure to the Moya Group and causes Orlando more difficulties. And find some way to make a mess of the old man’s forces. This time, I won’t spare them.