Deep love: insatiable lover

Dad’s death had to do with the Moya family, and if Mom found out about his relationship with Dylan, she would not be able to accept it and would feel upset and sad. But what to do, how could she explain now.

Vanessa’s heart was full of panic, but she couldn’t let Mercedes see it, so she had to hold it back desperately.

The palms of his hands were covered with cold sweat.

-Well, it’s no big deal. Go back to bed, it’s getting late,” said Mercedes casually, looking at Vanessa with pained eyes. Relieved to see this, Vanessa said nothing more and nodded her head.

When he returned to his room, he dared to show his relief.

Unbeknownst to him, downstairs, Mercedes’ smile had retreated and there was worry in her eyes.

After Mercedes saw that Vanessa and Dylan were together, Vanessa began to distance herself further from Dylan.

She avoided seeing him for a few days afterwards, but Dylan had not come to see her so she wondered if Dylan was busy with something. At the same time Orlando’s harassment became more intense.

-Didn’t they say that delivered flowers go straight into the trash?

Vanessa frowned as she saw the bouquet in Henry’s hand, her eyes filled with disgust.

Enrique also had a hard look.

-Mrs Vanessa, the containers at the door are full. This is the tenth bouquet of the day.

-Then go and throw it in the trash, or give it to any random person passing by on the side of the road. Whatever works, but don’t put it in front of me.

-Well.

Vanessa was too angry looking at the papers.

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Pinching her forehead in exhaustion, Vanessa felt that if she went on any longer she would go mad sooner or later.

The Moya family.

Melina finished packing her things and prepared to go to the hospital to see the baby. He was almost recovered and she had been discharged, but the baby was to remain in an infant incubator.

The boy, who had been there for ten days, had changed a little and seemed even more endearing.

-Mrs. Melina, is there anything else you would like to bring?

Jaime looked at Melina with a look of respect.

-Jaime. orlando is … very busy? He hasn’t seen the baby in a while and the baby must miss his daddy. Can you ask grandpa to call Orlando and ask him to come to the hospital?

I couldn’t believe that Orlando would not be moved by such a lovely baby.

Her son was the best child in the world and Orlando would have loved it if he had had more contact with children. She had become a Señora Moya, lived in Villa Moya and had given Orlando children, but it was not enough.

People were greedy.

What I wanted most at the moment was Orlando’s love.

Jaime looked at Melina’s sadness and thought of the baby in the hospital’s infant incubator and couldn’t help but feel distressed.

Sighing inwardly, his eyes filled with pity.

-I’m going to call Mr. Gerardo, wait a moment.

-Really? -Melina said with a delighted look, her eyes even glistening with tears,

-Thank you, thank you Jaime.

-It’s all right.

Jaime laughed, and the expression on his face immediately changed to sympathy as he turned to make the call.

Gerardo was in the company.

When he received a call from Jaime, he thought for a moment and sent his secretary directly to Orlando.

-What is it?

Naturally, Orlando’s face was not much better when confronted with Mr. Gerardo’s exclusive secretary.

Anyone would be afraid in front of Mr. Orlando’s cold face, but the secretary would not be because he was with Mr. Gerardo, he was loyal only to Mr. Gerardo and had experienced many storms, so how could he be afraid of Orlando.

-Mr. Gerardo has asked you to go to the hospital today and Mrs. Melina will visit the baby and you should go too.

Orlando’s face grew increasingly sombre.

-Go back and tell grandpa I’ll be at the hospital.

-Then please, Mr. Orlando, go away.

The secretary finished and stood quietly, as if he was going to watch Orlando leave. His forcefulness and lack of consideration increased Orlando’s irritation, but he could do nothing to him because he was Señor Gerardo’s man.

Orlando grabbed his jacket and left with a sombre look on his face.

Hospital.

Melina looked at the baby in the incubator with a happy expression, thinking that when he grew up he would look more and more like Orlando, she couldn’t help but feel happy and even hoped that he would grow up sooner.

-Mrs. Moya, your baby’s health is improving. The doctor has said that if he continues to progress well, he will be able to leave the hospital in the next two weeks. Congratulations.

-Thank you

Melina liked being called Señora Moya, before she had to follow Orlando without a name and suffer the humiliation, but now she could finally enjoy the word ‘Señora Moya’ with a straight face.

This vanity alone fascinated Melina, and once she grasped it, she was reluctant to let go.

She tries hard to adopt the posture of a wealthy wife, putting up an elegant façade, but due to her natural inferiority complex, she unconsciously put her pride in disguise to look at people with superior and condescending eyes once she reached the top. Like now.

She thought the little nurse flattered and pleased her by saying so many things to her just because she was Señora Moya.

So, naturally, the thanks were not very sincere, or even condescending.

The nurse wanted to tell her about the baby’s health, but she got angry with Melina’s attitude so she left without saying anything.

Melina didn’t care either.

Pilar had come with her and was now instructed to wait at the door.

Upon seeing Orlando, Pilar immediately smiled and greeted him.

-Sir, have you come to visit the baby?

Orlando nodded and Pilar stepped aside to make way.

Melina turned in surprise at the sound of the voice:

-Orlando, you are here

She rushed forward and took his arm affectionately:

-Come and see our baby, he’s so cute and looks just like you.

With a grimace, Orlando stuck out his arm and gave Melina a mocking look.

That look instantly froze Melina’s joy, and she recoiled unconsciously, shivering with cold as if she had fallen into a pile of ice.

-Don’t touch me with your dirty hands. And don’t you ever say that baby looks like me again. How can a child born of your womb look like me. He is what you are, and he is not worthy of being a member of our Moya family.

-He… is his son.