Deep love: insatiable lover

Orlando touched his injured lip and spoke in a mocking tone.

“It hurts.”

Dylan was throwing punches like a madman and lunging at Orlando, and the two men were attacking each other in the private room, knocking tables and benches to the floor with endless noise.

Vanessa slowly came to her senses as she grabbed her torn clothes and looked down to pick up Orlando’s phone.

It was surprising that the screen had not yet darkened.

Vanessa checked again and was relieved to see that no nasty pictures had been taken. She grabbed the phone and suddenly snapped it as Dylan kicked Orlando hard.

Before anyone could react, Vanessa quickly stepped forward and unceremoniously slapped Orlando across the face.

-Orlando, you make me sick. Don’t worry, from now on, even if you were the only man left in the whole world, I wouldn’t be with you.

That said, Vanessa turned to leave.

-Vanessa!

Dylan frowned. “She looked too miserable to go out like that and anyone outside would know what had happened at first glance.”

He stepped forward and grabbed Vanessa’s wrist, frowning.

Vanessa didn’t turn around, let alone move.

Dylan immediately took off his jacket and pulled it up, holding his shoulders tightly.

-I’m sorry I’m late.

Vanessa shakes her head.

-It’s none of your business, you don’t need to apologise.

-Hey, you’re really in love with each other. Now say you have an inappropriate relationship and I’ll believe it,” said Orlando mockingly, wiping the blood from the corner of his lip.

The taste of the blood that filled his mouth seemed to rush to his heart all of a sudden, so that even his heart ached.

He was agitated, sombre and wanted to destroy the intimate image in front of him.

-Vanessa, I thought how innocent you were, and you still won’t cheat on me in marriage. Don’t say you can’t stand me; how can you go to my uncle if you don’t want to yourself?

“Why did she have to perform in front of me for so long in the first place when she was obviously a bitch herself! Heh, to make me think how clean and nice she is. How disgusting.”

-But it doesn’t matter, even if you sleep with Dylan, I’ll still steal from you. That you’ve already been an obsession of my heart.

Vanessa could never be rid of him in her life. Even if they tormented each other or hated each other, he would keep Vanessa firmly attached to him.

That was his intention from the beginning.

If she couldn’t reach him, then wasn’t the sacrifice of her break-up with Gerardo a joke? For all his ridiculous, paranoid pride, Orlando would never allow that to happen.

-You won’t get the chance.

-Well, we’ll see.

Orlando grimaced and looked at Dylan reluctantly.

Apart from his earlier outburst, Dylan had calmed down. He turned around, looking calm and sombre. It was obvious he was the same person, but he exuded that superior posture.

What a headache.

-Orlando, what are you comparing me to? Your DS Group? Or the power behind Bureau X? -Dylan laughed derisively, “You’re so naive that the Moya family could have produced someone as naive as you.

Orlando’s pupils closed and he looked at Dylan with alarm and anger.

-What do you mean by that?

-Orlando, you’ll never beat me in your life.

Dylan finished with a slight curl of his lips. With Orlando’s face full of rage, Dylan bent down and picked up Vanessa and left.

-Bang.

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His face was terribly grim.

From this moment on, these two men are officially considered to be at war.

Dylan’s words were the most intolerable provocation for Orlando. He instantly lost his mind and his brain was manipulated by anger. Now, the only thought left in Orlando’s mind was to take Dylan down.

“If my DS Group doesn’t work, then wait until I take over the Moya Group as well. With the help of Bureau X, it will surely achieve my goal without any problems.”

-Director! Director, are you all right?

Enrique finally emerged from the other closed private room and hurried over. Seeing Vanessa, who was in Dylan’s arms, he couldn’t help but ask with concern.

-She is fine.

Dylan looked coldly at Enrique with a sharp gaze that seemed to pierce him.

There was a hostile look in his eyes.

Enrique, however, did not care what Dylan meant and looked at Vanessa with a worried look on his face.

-Director, are you sure you’re okay?

-I’m fine.

Vanessa spoke, her voice husky. Henry was relieved to hear her calm tone.

Henry hated to think that tonight’s social gathering was just a trap.

“Bastard Orlando.”

-Director, I’ll take you back.

I knew for sure that Vanessa did not want to see Dylan.

Feeling Dylan’s arm suddenly tighten, Vanessa knew it was him warning her.

-No, Dylan will take me back. It’s been a hard night for you, go back and get some rest.

Although Henry was still unsure, he saw that Vanessa was determined and obeyed the order.

Dylan opened the car door and carefully placed Vanessa in the back seat.

The girl kept her head hung, not knowing what she was thinking, and did not speak.

Dylan quickly got into his car, started it up and drove off.

-Go to my house first.

-Take me home.

Both men spoke at the same time.

Dylan frowned, glanced in the rear-view mirror at Vanessa, who was wrapped tightly in her blazer, and said:

-Go to my house.

Vanessa frowned, but did not reply.

Because he knew it was useless to reply.

Arriving at Dylan’s chalet, Vanessa got out and headed straight for the bathroom. There was a click and a lock on the door, followed by the sound of water running.

Dylan frowned as he stood in front of the bathroom door and said.

-Don’t take too long to wash up, I’ll be outside.

He received no reply, but Dylan knew that Vanessa must have heard him.

He turned his back on the toilet and leaned against the door, took a box of cigarettes out of his trouser pocket and lit one.

Dylan smoked a cigarette in silence and absently stubbed it out with his fingers.

The sound of crashing water continued behind him and Dylan looked at his watch.

Thinking that Vanessa must not have eaten, Dylan turned to look at the bathroom door, pursed his lips and waited a moment before walking away.

He prepared a simple porridge in the kitchen and a salad and went back upstairs.

The sound of the water in the bath continued.

Dylan looked at his watch again, an hour had passed.

He furrowed his brow fiercely and walked grimly to the bathroom door, banging it loudly.

-Vanessa, Vanessa.

There was no sound in the bathroom, only the noise of the water.

Dylan kept tapping.

-Vanessa!

“Fuck!”

He turned around and went straight for the spare key to open the bathroom door.

It was foggy inside and Dylan waited a while before he saw Vanessa crouched under the shower.