Deep love: insatiable lover

Why didn’t Dylan come?

She had threatened to kill herself, and Dylan still didn’t come to see her? Wasn’t he really afraid that she would kill herself?

Brisa was thinking unhappily.

He grabbed the piece of porcelain in his hand and unceremoniously made a shallow bloodstain on his neck.

He frowned, but as long as Dylan could come, he could do anything.

Deliberately twisting her neck so that the men could see the bloodstains she had made, Brisa made a determined face and said:

-Don’t think I wouldn’t dare, I warn you, if anything happens to me, none of you will survive.

When they saw that Brisa had actually done it, the bodyguards around her became nervous.

-Miss Brisa, calm down, we have already called the gentleman. The gentleman will be here soon, just wait a little longer.

-Phone, I want to call Dylan!

Brisa held the sharp end of the porcelain piece to her neck and shouted an order.

-I’m here.

Hearing this, Dylan stepped forward and appeared in the bedroom doorway.

-Dylan.

Brisa was so happy to see Dylan that she wanted to drop the tiles in her hand and pounce on him.

But she restrained herself, gripping the tile tightly and pretending to look at him with anger and resentment.

-Dylan, why are you here now? Didn’t I have to threaten you with suicide to stop you coming to see me? Why, what have I done wrong?

Brisa pouted in aggravation, her big watery eyes full of complaint.

To this day I didn’t believe that what he did to Vanessa had come to light.

Dylan frowned, a grim look peering between his brows, and watched coolly as Brisa pouted in aggravation.

-What have you done, don’t you know? -he said, his voice devoid of the slightest hint of emotion.

As if spitting ice, it was cold, as if it could freeze a person from the inside.

Brisa shuddered sharply and her free hand clenched involuntarily.

“Is it possible that what he has done has been discovered? Impossible!”

He became calm and said:

-What have I done wrong that you have to throw such a tantrum and put me under house arrest?

Brisa justified her rhetorical question as if she were really being particularly direct.

-It doesn’t let you out until you can admit it.

Dylan was in a very bad mood and had no time to beat around the bush with Brisa.

Seeing that she was still unrepentant, Dylan didn’t bother talking any more and turned to leave.

-Dylan, how could you do this to me!

Brisa blushed profusely, thinking that Dylan’s willingness to see her at least meant that he was no longer angry, and that if she pouted, as she usually did, Dylan would surely forgive her.

After all, once upon a time, no matter what she did wrong, Dylan was never angry with her.

Brisa was convinced that this time it was the same as before.

-Miss Brisa, you can’t go out.

Before Brisa could push her out of the bedroom, the bodyguard at the door stopped her again and forbade her to leave.

Brisa’s face turned grim and she looked at them with indignation: -Get out of the way!

But none of the men moved out of the way.

Brisa, annoyed, grabbed the piece of porcelain again and pointed it at his neck: -Get out of here, you’re not afraid I’m going to get hurt! Dylan, you’re not going anywhere! I’ll kill myself for real, I’ll say it, I’ll say it!

She was sure that if she gave in properly and pouted at Dylan, he would eventually forgive her. As angry as he was, these days of captivity should have taken their toll long ago.

Dylan stopped and turned around.

The eyes were cold and sharp as they looked at Brisa, and she couldn’t help but shiver.

-Do you want to commit suicide? Then do it!

I didn’t expect Dylan to say that.

Brisa’s eyes widened and the hand gripping the porcelain piece trembled with force.

The blade pressed against his neck cut into the delicate skin, much more severely than the deliberate cut he had made earlier in his scare.

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Brisa’s eyes were red with pain and tears fell as she said they would.

The broken pieces of porcelain also broke off and crashed to the floor, shattering into several more pieces.

The watchmen at the gate were always relieved, and immediately someone would sweep the debris off the floor to make sure there was nothing left.

-Dylan!

Brisa covered her neck and looked at Dylan with a pained face.

Since he was a child, Dylan had never reproached him and had spoiled himself to the extreme.

Dylan would never get angry at the words he said, even when he made a big mistake.

But now her Dyla didn’t care about her at all.

-Why? What have I done wrong?

The more Brisa thought about it, the angrier she became; why was Dylan treating her so badly now?

-It’s clear that before you were the one who adored me the most and you never got angry no matter what I did. But now you’re so cruel to me and you make me kill myself. Is it because of this Vanessa, is it because of her, Dylan? You’re so mean to me for a frivolous divorced woman.

It was all Vanessa’s fault!

How could Dylan have been spared this without his presence?

Hearing her mention Vanessa, still resentful and blaming everything on her attitude, Dylan’s eyes turned a few degrees colder.

Brisa didn’t notice, she was still secretly pleased with herself for this comment.

Listening to their complaints and accusations, Dylan would surely reflect on them.

He certainly wouldn’t want to be mean to himself any more; Dylan loved her the most.

-Do you still think it’s Vanessa’s fault? -Dylan lowered his voice and his eyes were cold.

-It was all her fault! If it wasn’t for her, how could you have changed so much! Before you came back, I was the one who loved and spoiled you the most. But you changed when you met Vanessa, and you even imprisoned me!

Brisa continued to accuse, justifiably.

Dylan stepped back angrily, and his grim look finally made Brisa realise that something was wrong.

-Dylan? -He looked up, hesitantly, at Dylan.

Brisa couldn’t understand why he smiled, but she could feel the repressed anger and coldness in him. She pursed her lips nervously, forgetting even the sharp pain in her neck.

-If you can’t remember what you’ve done or what you’ve done wrong, stay here and don’t go anywhere. Come back to me when you’ve thought about it and when you’ve realised your mistake,” said Dylan coolly.

-And don’t try a farce like suicide again, there’s a limit to my patience.