Deep love: insatiable lover

Gathering herself and washing up quickly, Vanessa left her room and went downstairs.

The taste of the food reached his nose. It was the soft porridge with its fresh taste mixed with the sour taste of cold cucumber. Although Vanessa’s mouth was bland from her illness, she couldn’t help swallowing saliva.

It should have been delicious.

-Why did you come downstairs? -Dylan asked with a frown as he came out of the kitchen and saw Vanessa standing dazedly in front of the stairs.

Looking down and seeing that she was surprisingly barefoot, you could see anger on her face.

He strided forward and embraced her.

-You walk down the stairs without shoes, are you trying to make yourself sicker?

-Sorry, I couldn’t find my slippers.

-It was an oversight on my part,” Dylan apologised contritely and left Vanessa on the sofa.

Vanessa thought she was going to leave, but to her surprise Dylan half-knelt in front of her, frowning and holding her feet.

-It’s too cold, I’ll warm them up for you.

-You don’t have to do that.

Vanessa stirred and blushed with embarrassment, for it was surprising that a person as high and mighty as Dylan was warming her feet.

-It was my negligence in neglecting you, so of course I’m responsible for that,” said Dylan.

He warmed them for a moment until his feet were not so cold, got up to place his legs on the sofa and covered them with a blanket.

-Well, be a good girl and wait while I wash my hands for breakfast.

Dylan’s tone was soft and affectionate, as if he was coddling a child. He even smiled when he finished, before turning to leave. He washed his hands and soon came with breakfast.

It was indeed soft, sticky rice porridge with fish, and surprisingly, it was fish fillet porridge. Then, there was a plate of cold cucumber.

-Well, it’s ready to eat.

This was not a dining room, but a living room.

Vanessa frowned unconsciously.

-I’m not that delicate and it’s not appropriate to eat at the table in the middle of the living room.

-It’s okay, but I like it,” Dylan said absently as he poured a bowl of porridge for Vanessa to cool down faster.

The man was so attentive and considerate that he was as coveted as he was terrifying.

Because he treated her too gently, it was easy to fall into her affection, but it was clear that after the fall only an abyss awaited. So, that tenderness was terrifying.

Vanessa lowered her eyes and forced herself not to look at Dylan’s expression.

Gentle or affectionate, she tried not to see him. He was kind, but she unconsciously turned away from him to build a wall and a barrier between their hearts.

Dylan did not feel it at first, but later became somewhat aware of it.

-What’s the matter, don’t you feel well?

He thought she was unwell and that was why she was like that.

-I’m fine.

Vanessa dodged his outstretched hand, picked up the bowl and bent her head to take the porridge. It was such a natural movement that you wouldn’t notice anything if you weren’t paying attention.

Dylan frowned, looking at Vanessa.

He was a little annoyed and irritated to the bone. The rage he had felt since the night before had been repressed for fear of hurting Vanessa, but he had hardly controlled it, but now such annoyance returned because of Vanessa’s resistance at that moment.

Looking at her, he opened his mouth several times, but in the end said nothing.

I was worried that I would not be able to control it.

-I have some business to attend to, so I’ll go upstairs and take your time. You can sit here and relax after lunch, or go upstairs and rest. I’ll leave your slippers here, remember to put them on.

Dylan got up and went upstairs after his careful instructions.

There were two breakfasts, but his portion was still untouched.

Vanessa looked at Dylan, wanting to call him to breakfast first. But when she saw his figure, she couldn’t help but swallow the words that were on her tongue. She said nothing and watched as the man left.

Vanessa continued to mechanically drink her porridge.

After all, they should no longer be involved. They should have no more personal contacts. That was what she should do.

Vanessa mentally admonished herself, slowly calming down.

Even so, his heart was still aching.

***

Above, in the studio.

Dylan sat sombrely in his leather armchair, a lit cigarette between his fingers, which he did not smoke but let burn out.

Both Orlando and Gerardo should be busy right now. But now I felt that I had not given them enough trouble, that it was time for them to suffer a great loss.

Dylan had picked up the phone, but finally put it down.

Reason stemmed the storm of anger and prevented him from making another decision that would derail the plan.

It was a day when he spent the whole morning in the office doing nothing but sitting around.

It was only when the studio robot reminded him that it was time to eat that Dylan recovered from his deep thoughts.

It was already twelve o’clock.

Dylan’s villa was isolated and there was no maid, as he usually had the robot Gordi to clean it naturally while he did his own cooking. He had been in the studio so long that he wondered if Vanessa was hungry by now.

He frowned fiercely, feeling a little annoyed.

He got up and went out.

“What is it?”

The taste of food flowed in the air.

Dylan walked faster to the kitchen, where Vanessa, wearing the apron she had worn only this morning, was serving the frying pan dishes on a plate. He rushed forward to help her.

-Why didn’t you call me?

Dylan frowned, he didn’t know why the ailing Vanessa rushed to the kitchen to prepare the food.

-I just went to cook some dishes, it’s okay,” Vanessa said casually, since she couldn’t always turn to Dylan.

Noticing Vanessa’s aloofness, Dylan’s brow furrowed.

-You are a patient and now you are resting in my house, so of course I am the one taking care of you.

-I’m better now.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Vanessa smiled politely and shook her head without saying much. She took a few steps forward, avoiding Dylan’s embrace, and prepared the dishes quite naturally.

-You’re just in time, I thought I’d come up and call you for lunch after the last course.

-Vanessa,” Dylan said quietly as he looked at Vanessa’s figure.

The discomfort bottled up in his chest had gotten out of hand and he couldn’t help shouting her name to stop her.

Vanessa’s body paused for a moment and then continued as if nothing had happened.

-Well, bring the food and eat, I’m hungry.

He said he was hungry and Dylan’s chest irritation went away with a poof as if he were popping a balloon.

“Never mind, let’s eat.

Dylan thought in frustration as he pursed his lips and pulled out his food.

The meal was exceptionally quiet, nobody said anything. The atmosphere was not the usual cosy one, but rather depressing. And no one would have tasted the food in their mouths.

Dylan was the most depressed.