Deep love: insatiable lover

A certain county road.

-How much longer?

It was now the fourth day, and surprisingly they had not reached a major transport hub through which they could travel.

Orlando, who had led a pampered life even after escaping, had never had the experience of spending four consecutive days in a car, and by the second day he was exhausted.

When he saw that he had not yet arrived on the scene, his irritation of the past few days finally kicked in.

The driver, irritated by his attitude, looked at Orlando in the rear-view mirror and said, with a raised eyebrow and an indifferent smile.

-I’m not even saying anything as a continuous driver, where is your opinion as a car driver.

-How do you speak? I am your employer.

-Yes, yes, yes, yes, I’m very sorry.

If Orlando had not been his employer, he would have left the two men halfway and gone off on his own, having already taken two-thirds of the money anyway. He could have done without the remaining third.

Orlando grimaced and glared angrily at the driver, thinking he would get even with him when he arrived on the scene.

Beside her, Vanessa remained silent.

I don’t know if it was the fact that he had been in a hurry for a few days that made Orlando gloomy, but once again he forgot to give Vanessa her medicine. A few times after that, she ate very little at meals and vomited under the pretext of being dizzy.

His body was slowly getting stronger and, when the time came, he would find the opportunity to escape.

After four days of travel, they were naturally out of reach of Pacifica City, except that the driver was careful not to show up anywhere.

This was also to prevent him from getting into trouble when it was over, so Orlando had to listen to the driver.

On this day, as usual, it was time for dinner.

The road was a remote country road, a mountain that was neither too high nor too low, and the road was a coaster.

Next to it was a dense jungle, a very backward place.

As long as she finds the opportunity, it should be easy enough for her to escape if she wants to, right?

After all, the terrain was perfect for hiding.

Vanessa rummaged in silence as she ate.

They usually rested for three hours and continued on their way after dark.

Vanessa had thrown up everything she had eaten, as in previous days, and looked so weak and uncomfortable that Orlando was too irritated to bother with her, and naturally the driver didn’t bother.

Sitting on the floor, Vanessa’s heart skipped a beat as she felt her strength returning.

It was hard to wait until nightfall, and Orlando was having a hard time, so he got into the car and rested wearily. Probably thinking that with the driver and Vanessa’s lack of strength, there was nothing to worry about at all.

The car had just started and on the left there was a short slope with some trees in the way.

This was the best place.

Vanessa lunges to snatch the steering wheel from the driver when he is not looking.

With a tight grip on the steering wheel, he swerved the car off the road and onto the short slope to the side.

-Shit, what are you doing?

Orlando was also awakened by the sudden turn of events and saw what Vanessa was doing and immediately went to grab her arm.

Vanessa’s survival instinct made her explode with an unexpected force.

The car lost its balance and plunged down a short slope.

Vanessa was the first to withdraw her body and take protective measures.

When the car rolled and Orlando was helpless, she kicked him hard.

There was a spin and the car hit something and stopped in a position with the tyres in front.

Vanessa inevitably had some bruises on her body, even with all the protection she had been wearing.

The driver and Orlando were in very bad shape, both covered in blood and in a coma.

After resting for a while to relieve her fatigue, Vanessa struggled to sit up. Not caring about the shards of glass on the floor, she used all her strength to get the car door open.

He turned around and struggled to crawl out.

Just as most of his body reached the outside, his ankle suddenly received a sharp jerk.

He turned around to find Orlando surprisingly awake.

He frowned, suffering from the sharp pain in his head, his eyes glaring at Vanessa.

-Trying to escape?

Vanessa gritted her teeth and used her foot to kick Orlando.

It took him a while to get it off his back and he soon picked up speed to get out.

The struggle had taken all her strength and Vanessa took a few steps away and fell to the ground. The wound worsened and she cringed in pain.

He could not admit defeat when he had the chance to escape.

Orlando had been knocked unconscious by his kick and there was no telling when he would wake up again. He had to get out while he could and run as far away as possible.

Vanessa gritted her teeth and stumbled to her feet.

It was so dark around him that the moonlight didn’t help at all. He stumbled forward, his legs numb and mechanical. His strength had long since been exhausted and he was running at the insistence of his heart.

Suddenly, Vanessa stumbles and hits something. Her body instantly loses its balance and rolls down the short slope.

-Ah!

Vanessa screamed in shock and her hands tried to grab something to break her fall.

But until her palms were worn down and her wrists twisted, she could not grasp anything to slow her down. She had no choice but to hold her head as best she could in the hope of not being hit.

After rolling for who knows how long, her arms went limp in a wave of dizziness, and just then a rock appeared in front of her.

There was a loud bang and Vanessa fainted immediately.

-Vanessa!

Dylan’s voice was filled with horror as his eyes snapped open.

A cold sweat covered his haggard face and his chest heaved violently.

The hands at his side were clenched tightly, the bruises on his arms exposed as if he was desperately trying to hold something back.

At the thought of the scene he had dreamt, Dylan’s eyes turned cold and filled with a strong sense of hostility.

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It was impossible for Cecilia, who slept next to him, not to hear the sounds he made in his nightmares.

He turned his head again and noticed that Cecilia was now frowning in anguish and that tears were unconsciously rolling down the corners of her eyes.

-Candy.

Dylan had just touched his daughter when he was startled by her unusual body temperature. He hurriedly picked her up and reached for the phone to call Lucas.

-Come to my house, and quickly! Candy has a fever, and it’s serious.

After saying this, he hung up the phone without giving Lucas time to react.

Looking down at his daughter, who was grunting uncomfortably in his arms, Dylan called her name softly and spoke to her.

-Candy, can you hear Daddy’s voice? Baby, answer Daddy, okay?

No matter what Dylan said, the child in his arms did not respond.

His face was red from the high fever, but his lips were pale.

Dylan’s heart ached to see her.

He called his daughter’s name over and over again, and it was an unknown amount of time before the child in his arms finally responded.

-Dad.