Deep love: insatiable lover

-Still awake?

Dylan’s face was ugly and frightening, and the sharpness under his eyes looked like he was going to freeze people into ice.

-No.

Matthew finished his answer, and instantly felt the air around him freeze. He ducked his head, not daring to move or make a sound of breathing for fear of upsetting Dylan.

I couldn’t do anything, Vanessa wouldn’t wake up.

Why?

-Let Lucas go and see what’s going on!

Vanessa actually slept for three whole days.

Every day she lay still in bed, her face as pale as ever. She lay so still in bed, and Dylan’s heart grew fonder with each passing day.

Obviously, it was just extreme exhaustion, so a break would do the trick, wouldn’t it?

Damn it!

These days Dylan was not in the flat, but he had been watching Vanessa through the CCTV.

-I’ve been in contact with Mr Lucas and he should be there by now,” Mateo continued after a pause. Do I need to prepare a car for you, sir?

Miss Vanessa’s situation was so strange that the gentleman had to go over and take a look before he felt at ease.

-Out.

Dylan’s response, however, was unexpected by Mateo and he froze, looking at Dylan in confusion, thinking he had misheard.

-Sir?

-I said outside.

Dylan’s voice dropped a few tones, revealing a coldness.

Matthew responded immediately:

-Yes.

Then Matthew went out.

It was strange that he did not return to the flat to see Miss Vanessa, wasn’t he worried?

Mateo shook his head as he thought about Dylan’s clenched hands and scowl.

How could Dylan not worry?

He looked very worried, didn’t he?

But if you cared, why didn’t you go to the flat to look?

It was really confusing.

Matthew said that it was too difficult to guess the master’s mind and that he should just obey orders.

On the floor.

Lucas examined Vanessa closely but found nothing strange about her body. She appeared to be asleep, although her face looked pale.

-Strange! -Lucas frowned, muttering to himself.

He checked Vanessa again and still could not come to a conclusion.

-Miss Vanessa?

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-Watch it carefully, keep an eye on it around the clock and contact me immediately if there are any problems.

Lucas instructed the maid at his side.

-All right.

Frowning for a moment at the sight of Vanessa in bed, Lucas left the bedroom with a heart full of confusion.

Instead of leaving, he sat down in the living room and called Dylan.

After Dylan answered the call, Lucas said immediately:

-You’d better get your ass in here or I can’t guarantee your pet will wake up.

That said, he hung up the phone without waiting for Dylan to answer.

-Fuck, can’t you stay here with his wife, why hide? If he really didn’t want to see that woman, why does he still put surveillance on the flat? Crazy!

Frowning at the hung up phone, Dylan stood up after a long while.

-Where are you going, sir?

Mateo was waiting for Dylan’s signature on a stack of important papers when he saw him walk out the office door. His jaw was tense and his handsome face appeared to be covered in a layer of frost.

As if she didn’t see Mateo, or hear his words, she walked past him and entered the lift at a brisk pace.

-Sr….

Mateo’s whole body went awry, watching dumbfounded as the lift doors closed and Dylan disappeared from in front of him.

What on earth?

The president’s lift went straight down to the negative ground floor underground garage.

Dylan stepped out of the lift and took a few quick steps with his legs towards his car.

As he opened the door and climbed in, the car emerged from the underground garage with a fluid motion, like an arrow being released from a string.

Half an hour later.

-Let’s try to see how we can get Vanessa to wake up.

While waiting for Dylan, Lucas thought about it a lot and thought that Vanessa’s current state was probably a function of her body protecting itself. Unconsciously, he feels that waking up is dangerous, or that he doesn’t want to face waking up, and so he prefers to sleep.

He did not appear to be ill at all, but was unconscious.

It was a psychological question.

The person who wanted Vanessa to wake up had to be someone she cared about.

Whether it was love or hate, it was the person who cared.

So Lucas called Dylan and asked him to come back immediately so he could verify his suspicions.

Dylan frowned, and his eyes were fixed on Lucas:

-She is not your experiment.

-Of course I know that. Don’t worry, how dare I use a woman you care about as a guinea pig. It’s just that the main thing now is to get Vanessa to wake up, and I’m sure you’re much more effective than I am.

After all, he only saw Vanessa a few times.

So no matter how much Lucas shouted it was useless.

-So what should I do?

There was a long silence before Dylan spoke.

-It’s simple, call her by her name.

Lucas dragged Dylan into the bedroom and, surprisingly, Dylan felt his heart being pulled so hard it hurt when he saw Vanessa on the bed.

“Why didn’t you wake up?”

“Do you wish to continue sleeping like this?”

“Vanessa, what are you running away from?”

-Hurry up and go call her name. Of course, you can say whatever you want, as long as she wakes up, it’s up to you,” Lucas finished, depressed to see that his friend was still not moving.

-What are you thinking standing here? Do you want Vanessa to fall asleep like this forever?

It was simply impossible to understand the brain of his best friend.

-You go.

-Well, I’m going out.

It didn’t matter where I went as long as I could wake Vanessa.

Waiting for Lucas to leave, Dylan walked over and closed the door before returning to bed.

Sitting sideways on the edge of the bed, he looked at Vanessa as she slept.

Her eyelashes were so long that she looked like a doll.

Dylan reached out and his fingertips lightly touched Vanessa’s cheek, then moved down to rest on her lips.

Because she had slept for three days, Vanessa’s lips were dry and had dead skin.

Dylan frowned and stared for a moment in silence before leaning down to seal his lips.

He moistened her lips a little with the tip of his tongue, until her lips softened from the immersion.

Only then did he stop. But her lips didn’t pull away, remaining pressed against Vanessa’s.