Deep love: insatiable lover

-Sir, do you really want to expose yourself? -asked Mateo somewhat hesitantly.

Because of his position as Dylan’s assistant, it was his duty to ask again at a time like this as a kind of reminder to Dylan. As for the outcome, that was Dylan’s business.

-Will a little gesture expose me? -Dylan smiled and said.

Matthew shuddered and bowed his head respectfully and said:

-Of course not.

-So what are you waiting for?

Mateo nodded and left quickly.

Dylan didn’t go straight back to his bedroom, but headed down the hall to the end of the corridor, where the balcony was open. And Gordi, the domestic robot, followed him automatically, as if he could read his master’s anger and was considerate enough to prepare an ashtray.

And in an icy, robotic voice, he said:

-Smoking is not healthy, please don’t smoke too much, sir.

Dylan looked down at the chubby robot and the stern look eased a little.

-Tobacco is the best companion when you’re upset,” said Dylan with a smile, taking the cigarette from the fat boy’s other hand and lighting it.

White smoke filled the air, blurring Dylan’s face. In the gloom, his expression seemed extraordinarily unpredictable.

-I’ve never done anything to sabotage my own plans before this, never,” Dylan spoke suddenly.

At that point, Gordi, who was the only one listening, duly resumed:

-Plans always change, my lord.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

It was a shame to say it, but it made sense.

-Yes, I didn’t expect to meet Vanessa after my return either. But I’ve been preparing for so long to achieve my goal. Now that I can finally start working on my plan, I have to suffer an uncontrollable accident because of love. It’s pretty ridiculous, isn’t it?

-It is human to rejoice and to grieve, and it is not up to you when you will fall in love or when you will become emotionally involved. You don’t have to worry about that, my lord. Just follow your heart.

-Follow my heart?

Dylan chuckled softly, looking at the robot, which was nothing more than a bunch of programs strung together. What it was typing in its brain was nothing more than coldly programmed instructions, but it had to be said that there was a reason for the words.

-Follow my heart…” Dylan said quietly to himself and his gaze changed.

He finished his cigarette and Dylan turned to leave the balcony.

The feral kitten was still asleep, there was no telling when she would wake up or wake up frightened, so he had to accompany her.

Back in the bedroom, he lay down on the bed. The moment he reached out, he took Vanessa in his arms and felt the warmth of her body. Dylan suddenly felt that all his previous obsessions had been futile.

What was the point of guessing and worrying?

What was going to happen was still happening and was out of his control. But as long as he was still Dylan, he didn’t have to worry about the unexpected.

Completely at ease, Dylan put his arms around Vanessa and gently kissed her forehead.

-Good night, my wildcat.

Afterwards, they spent a quiet night together.

By the next morning, Vanessa’s fever had broken, her face was much rosier, her lips were finally less dry, and the small cuts that had cracked had healed a little.

A warm, moist touch tickled her lips.

Vanessa’s eyelashes fluttered and she slowly opened her eyes.

-Good morning.

Close by was Dylan’s smiling face, then his low, soft voice said good morning.

Vanessa’s heart skipped a beat as she stared at the handsome man in front of her.

-You…?

She wanted to ask what Dylan was doing here, since she had been taken and locked up by Orlando, right?

“What the hell is going on?”

But before they could ask their questions, Dylan gently blocked his mouth with a finger and, as if he knew what he was going to ask, answered with a smile.

-It’s all right now, you’re in my house. No one will lock you up again, you’re safe.

Dylan chuckled softly and moved in to kiss Vanessa’s lips.

A soft and tender kiss, full of compassion.

Vanessa stared at Dylan stunned and dumbfounded.

-You… How did you do it? You got me out of there, and what will Orlando do? Mum would be worried about me!

Thinking of Mercedes’ health, Vanessa immediately tried to get up anxiously.

-Good girl, you have just recovered from a serious illness and still need rest.

Dylan squeezed her shoulders and forced her to lie down.

-I want to go home,” Vanessa’s tone was firm, her eyes stubborn.

-All right, all right, but you still need to rest now. I promise I’ll send you back when you’re better, okay?

“Dylan is physically invaded by aliens? What’s with the soft, childish tone of voice?”

Vanessa was a little confused and stared at the smiling man.

There was something different about him.

-Are you hungry?

As if answering Dylan’s question, Vanessa’s stomach suddenly rumbled. She blushed in embarrassment and didn’t know where to look. Dylan chuckled softly and her laughter grew louder again.

-What… What’s so funny?

It was just a hungry stomach.

-Okay, okay. Lie down while I go downstairs to see if breakfast is ready.

Vanessa did not answer, her eyes narrowed.

His face was so red, like an apple, that one couldn’t help but want to take a bite.

But Dylan just gave him a kiss on the cheek and quickly got off.

When she was left alone in the room, Vanessa sighed with relief.

The corners of her lips lifted involuntarily, but she noticed them and then tried desperately to repress them.

Vanessa got up with the intention of going to the bathroom to wash. She lifted the sheets before she realised she was wearing new clothes and her movements stopped. She froze for a moment and ran to the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror.

There were a lot of hickeys near his collarbone.

They were much lighter, but you could see it.

Dylan had changed her clothes, so he should have seen the marks too. Since he had rescued her from Orlando, he must have known what she had been through.

But it seemed that nothing had happened.

“Dylan, don’t you mind at all?”

Vanessa was pensive with a bitter heart.

Her face turned pale and she smiled to herself.

“How can Dylan care about me? We’re just having a clandestine relationship, right? So what if he’s seen the marks? Do I want Dylan to get jealous and angry?”

“Vanessa, don’t think too much and don’t underestimate yourself. You and Dylan are going to go your separate ways eventually”.

The reason she was still involved was because Dylan had his own purpose and because before this he had said he wanted to collaborate with her.