Deep love: insatiable lover

-Sir, where are you going? -Mateo asked as he saw Dylan come out of his office and ran after him. He remembered that there was a meeting shortly afterwards, had he forgotten about it?

-To the hospital.

-The hospital? -asked Mateo, who didn’t answer for a moment, puzzled.

-It’s time to go to the hospital.

If he didn’t go, he feared Brisa would do something else. And now that he had achieved his goal, he would be kind enough to go to Brisa, who had done him a great favour.

-But you have a meeting … in a short time.

-You are in charge.

With that, Dylan entered the lift and Mateo had to watch Dylan leave.

Almost an hour later, Dylan arrived at the hospital.

He first called the two bodyguards guarding Brisa and gave them a warning before arriving. When he arrived, the two bodyguards had been waiting for him for a long time.

-What did the doctor say? -Dylan asked as he picked up the medical file handed to him by his bodyguard and flipped through the pages.

-The doctor says Miss Brisa’s wrist is healing well and she can be discharged.

-Then leave and let’s get out of the hospital,” said Dylan as he handed over the medical records. The other man nodded respectfully.

In front of them was Brisa’s hospital room.

Dylan reached up to unscrew the lock and went inside.

-Get out!

At the sound of the voice, Brisa, wrapped in the blanket, grabs a pillow and throws it at him without looking, shouting in an irritable tone.

After waiting a moment and not hearing the door close, Brisa sat up with a face full of anger.

-I told you to get lost, I didn’t listen! Dylan!

Seeing Dylan standing in front of her, Brisa could hardly believe her eyes for a moment. She looked at Dylan dumbfounded and forgot to react.

-You seem to have recovered well.

-Dylan!

At the sound of Dylan’s voice, Brisa jumped out of bed as if some switch had been flipped, pulling up the covers and rushing towards him with a look of ecstasy.

As Brisa’s hand was about to touch him, Dylan frowned and instinctively pulled away.

-Dylan?

Brisa looked at Dylan in disbelief, thinking Dylan had forgiven her, so she tried to pounce on him, only to be rebuffed.

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Brisa thought that everything was the same as it had been in the past, that she could continue to spoil herself with Dylan with impunity as long as he showed up.

-Let’s talk.

Dylan said in a cold tone as if he didn’t see Brisa’s red eyes and aggressive face, and walked over to the couch next to her and sat down.

Brisa bit her lip, vaguely sensing that she was no longer the beloved little princess.

-Dylan.

He looked shyly at Dylan and said in a more aggravated tone and with a more resigned expression.

Dylan, however, was undeterred.

In that instant, Brisa’s heart immediately sank to the bottom.

-What does Dylan want to talk about? Is it because of Vanessa, who feels she hasn’t punished me enough this time? Do I have to go and apologise to Vanessa myself? Get down on my knees and pray for forgiveness?

Brisa said this in total playfulness, not expecting Dylan to seriously consider it.

-You don’t have to get down on your knees, but an apology is a must.

By taking Brisa to apologise, she could go to Vanessa in conditions.

-Make me go and apologise to that bitch?

Brisa opened her mouth with a mocking look and was about to say something else when she saw Dylan’s face suddenly turn grim and cold.

-Shut up! Don’t call her a bitch again. Or wasn’t that enough of a lesson this time?

“It’s true!”

Everything Dylan had done to her had really been because of that bitch Vanessa.

She was already a bitch, and Dylan wouldn’t let him call her that.

Brisa bit her lip to death, gambling and glaring at Dylan.

Dylan didn’t care if she was angry or not, he had come today to set the record straight. It was none of his business what Brisa thought.

-I’ve had your things packed, so you’ll move into the flat when you get out of hospital. Don’t worry, it’s furnished to your liking, and if you have any complaints you can go straight to Mateo and he’ll take care of it.

-Are you asking me to move?

Brisa looked up sharply, what had she heard?

It wasn’t enough that she had been lectured, but Dylan wanted her to move.

“How could you!”

-I’m not moving!

Brisa clenched her fists and gritted her teeth.

-I’m informing you, not asking your opinion,” Dylan frowned, his tone indifferent.

-I’m not moving! -said Brisa excitedly as she stood up and took a few steps forward.

-You’ve already lectured me about that woman, what more do you want? Dylan, how can you be so biased, look at my wrist, my wrist hurts so much! I was desperate before I chose to kill myself, how could you… do this to me!

Dylan, however, merely frowned, not taking her in his arms and comforting her lovingly as he usually did.

He just watched her cry with cold eyes.

“How could this happen?

Brisa’s heart sank, and sank again.

Everything that had worked for Dylan in the past was not working now, he was doing nothing.

Brisa is desperate.

She really had been kicked out by Dylan and there was no chance of her getting back in, and not only that, Brisa didn’t even dare to think about it. She was afraid of becoming even more desperate.

I didn’t know when the tears had stopped.

It was then that Dylan took the floor.

-I have asked and the doctor says you can be discharged. The discharge will be completed later and the bodyguard will take you to your flat.

Brisa could not resist any longer.

He ducked his head in silence and hid the frown from his eyes.

I wasn’t going to let this go!

Dylan nodded and ordered his bodyguard to gather his things and take Brisa to the floor.

Before Brisa got into the car, Dylan suddenly spoke up.

-Go back and rest today, go to bed early and I’ll pick you up tomorrow.

Brisa raised her head, thinking that Dylan was not so hard on herself. The next moment, however, Dylan’s words quelled the hope that had sprung up again.

-I’ll take you to the Cazalla family in the morning and apologise to Vanessa in person.