Deep love: insatiable lover

Fingertips were avoided by Vanessa before they could touch.

Dylan frowned and watched her in silence. Time and space seemed frozen, and an indefinable aura filled the room.

After a breathless calm, Dylan took the lead.

-How? You’re still making sure I’m not real?

-Even if you had saved me, I would have been treated like this because of you,” Vanessa said in a cold, suddenly unapologetic tone as she straightened her clothes in front of Dylan.

-I’ve been bothering you all these days, and now that I’m awake, it’s time for me to come back.

Calmly, she straightened the clothes on her body before Vanessa looked at Dylan.

Seeing the look on Vanessa’s face made Dylan feel especially unhappy.

She did not like Vanessa’s coolness and calmness.

Even when she looked at him angrily, with indignant eyes, he liked it. Because it showed that he could bring about a change in Vanessa’s mood, that he had weight in his heart, and not like now.

Shaped like strangers.

Whatever he did, he was just a passer-by to her.

Dylan did not like the feeling.

-Do you just want to leave?

-Or what? Do I still have to thank you? -After a pause, Vanessa smiled surprisingly, “It’s okay. Even though I suffered this unjustified disaster because of you, you also saved me. I’m a grateful person, so I won’t take your help for granted. I’ll bring you a gift to thank you in person when I’ve recovered more. Or, I will give seven points to the Cazalla Group for their association with the SJ branch. What would be the best way to thank you, Mr. Dylan?

Vanessa looked at Dylan calmly and reassuringly, but the words that came out could not have been reassuring.

Dylan hadn’t expected Vanessa to be so eloquent this time, and while he found it amusing, he was more than annoyed.

-Do I need you to thank me with that?

“Who do you think I am? A beggar by the side of the road?”

Would you go to rescue her just for that money?

Dylan’s heart filled with rage, as if it would explode in the next moment.

But Vanessa was frighteningly quiet.

-Or what, it is not enough? Otherwise, the case for cooperation with the branch will be conceded to the past. If that doesn’t work, I wouldn’t mind holding a press conference to thank you properly and publicly, Mr Dylan.

Vanessa’s every word was calm, but every word carried a poisonous sting.

It drove hard into Dylan’s heart.

-Do you want to thank me by using a little bit of profit? Honey, do you think I’m missing that little something?

Dylan stepped back angrily, his grim gaze fixed on Vanessa.

She seemed not to have noticed anything, with an incredulous smile on her lips.

-I thought that was enough, after all, only profit is reliable in your eyes, isn’t it? I thought you’d be glad if I did, but apparently I don’t know you. So how about you say what you want the Cazalla Group to do?

Vanessa looked at Dylan openly, still unfazed by the sight of his eyes, which had suddenly turned cold and sharp.

This was a completely different person than he once was.

Somehow Dylan suddenly had the feeling that he was going to lose the most important thing.

The feeling made him panic.

-Does it have to be like this?

The mask on Dylan’s face finally seemed unbearable as he gritted his teeth and stared at Vanessa, his sharp, cold gaze fixed on her heart.

-Of course, we can only use interest to solve the problem. Of course, if you insist on refusing, then there is nothing I can do. That’s all I have to say, Mr Dylan, think for yourself.

After three days of sleep, Vanessa’s strength was low, even though she was given glucose every day.

After talking to Dylan, his energy was depleted and his strength was about to run out. He thought it was time to get out of here while he still had the strength to do so.

As for Dylan, he did not want to look at it more than once.

But this was not the case.

Vanessa struggled to get up, and before she could move she fell back onto the bed with weak hands and feet.

She bit her lip, embarrassed, but not wanting to show it on her face so Dylan could see it.

He gritted his teeth and tried desperately to get up again, but lost his balance and fell over the edge of the bed because he had pushed too hard.

Luckily, Dylan was quick on his feet and rushed forward to take the person in his arms.

-Don’t move.

Actually, he had just woken up and had been so angry with himself for so long, as if nothing had happened, that he had forgotten that Vanessa was still a patient.

Ridiculous!

All that self-control of his was surprisingly useless in front of her.

Dylan, somewhat helplessly, dominantly carried Vanessa and laid her back on the bed, tucking her in.

-Rest! And I’ll leave Lucas to check your body.

-No…

But Dylan ignored his resistance.

-Come here.

Lucas, who was lying on the sofa, looked up from his position and looked at Dylan:

-Can you speak in a softer tone? Now you’re begging me.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

-Do you want to die?

Dylan’s unsettling tone gave Lucas goosebumps as he reluctantly stood up.

-Well, well.

As he grumbled unhappily, Lucas sat up quickly and tidied his clothes before approaching him.

-She’s awake, isn’t she?

Dylan ignored him, and Lucas didn’t care, saying to himself, “I’ll have to tidy myself up then to make a good impression.

I felt the cold air hitting his face when I finished speaking.

Lucas looked up and saw Dylan looking at him with hostile eyes.

He bristled unconcernedly:

-How? I can’t?

-You’re only here to cure the disease, aren’t you?

-Or are you worried that Vanessa will see me and fall in love with me? -Lucas said with particular glee.

But Dylan turned around, swept him up and down, then turned his head away after a glance. Although he said nothing, Lucas miraculously understood what he meant.

Fuck, I’m only a little bit shorter than you, but at least I’m a good-looking guy.

-Shut up.

Dylan gave a cold warning and Lucas finally shut up.

The two men entered one after the other.

Vanessa sat up from the bed just watching Dylan with a stranger behind him, so she withdrew her expression immediately.