Deep love: insatiable lover

Vanessa’s urgency was tempered by the fact that the hospital was hampered by an irresistible factor.

He wondered how he had left the hospital and how he had got to the inn.

-Aunt, what about Vanessa?

Josefina saw how disoriented Vanessa looked and was about to open her mouth to ask what was wrong when she saw Mercedes shaking her head and hurriedly shut up again. She watched worriedly as Vanessa and Mercedes walked up the stairs and calmly grabbed her phone.

I knew Vanessa was pregnant.

Even afterwards Dylan had called her, asking in detail how Vanessa was doing.

Things like when she vomited during the day, what she ate that made her uncomfortable, what she could eat, what her mood looked like…, etc. She was also instructed to take good care of Vanessa when she returned and to keep her informed.

It is clear how much Dylan cares about Vanessa.

He also took a picture of Vanessa a moment ago.

Josefina sighed inwardly as she looked at the apathetic Vanessa in the photo.

Emotions hurt the most.

In the end he sent the photo to Dylan.

Ding-dong.

Dylan heard the phone ring on the first ring and quickly opened the drawer to take out the phone and open the new message.

There was only Vanessa’s photo.

Dylan felt that Vanessa had lost a lot of weight despite seeing a lot of photos or videos of her every day. And because she was not at her best, her appearance was especially distressing.

Dylan’s heart clutched at the thought of the video recorded in the hospital.

She decided to respect Vanessa if having her own child really caused her that much pain.

This baby had not come at the right time.

He swore that when things ended here, he would go to Vanessa immediately, and by any means, make her stay with him willingly, make her fall in love with him, make her give birth to his child willingly.

-Vanesa. Vanessa.

Dylan stared at his phone with a face full of pain, mumbling Vanessa’s name over and over again.

He ran his hand over Vanessa’s picture on the screen, tracing her frown with pain.

The photo is saved by Dylan.

The phone is put back in the drawer and Dylan goes to work with a cold face.

It had to be quick, and quicker.

Dorencia.

Lying in bed, Vanessa can’t sleep.

His mind is in chaos.

His hands always unconsciously rest on his belly, where it is still flat and there is nothing, but he can feel the presence of his own blood inside him.

I couldn’t bear to hurt the baby, but I couldn’t accept that I was carrying Dylan’s child!

After all the effort she had put in, after all she had done, after all she had given up, what was she if not a joke if she went back to what she was before because of a child?

-I’m sorry.

The baby had arrived at the wrong time.

Vanessa looked down at her belly, her eyes reddening. She closed her eyes and let the tears run down the corners of her eyes.

Three days, these three days would be the last time I would think about it.

Vanessa’s eyelashes kept fluttering.

I don’t know how long it took, but she fell asleep.

Pregnant women are sleepy.

At midday, it was Mercedes who woke Vanessa up.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

-It’s time to eat.

Vanessa had no appetite, but she didn’t want to worry Mercedes, so she tried to act quite normal. She smiled and sat down.

The table was full of dishes suitable for pregnant women, without any strong flavours.

It was evident that it had been carefully prepared.

Vanessa, however, just glanced at him, feeling unusually uncomfortable.

Without a word, he came over to eat, but the three of them ate in silence, the only sound that could be heard was the sound of chewing.

After barely eating, Vanessa ended up vomiting.

His face was frighteningly pale and his lips were white, and it hurt Mercedes to see it.

-Get up and rest, don’t think too much, getting well is the most important thing.

-I know.

Vanessa forced herself to smile, only to turn away and look sad again. She took a step forward and wrapped herself in the blanket, her eyes particularly empty as if she had lost her soul.

That night, Vanessa had a nightmare.

She dreamt that she was in a dark and desolate place, surrounded by nothing but the whistling of the wind. When she was in a state of panic, the screams of a baby suddenly reached her ears.

Vanessa searched the area, but could not find anything.

But the screams were becoming more and more real, as if they were in his ears.

-Where are you?

Vanessa heard herself say, but no one answered her. There was nothing but the sound of the wind and the sound of crying, which sounded heartbreaking.

-Don’t be afraid, I’m coming. Don’t cry, darling, don’t cry.

-I am not your baby.

Finally a voice was heard, different from the shout, but resentful and full of hatred.

-How can that be? You are my baby.

-No! How can I be your baby if you don’t even love me, if you’re going to kill me? Mum, why don’t you love me? Why did you have to kill me? Mama…

The boy’s cries became harsher and sadder, tinged with anger and hatred.

-Ah!

Vanessa screamed and her eyes snapped open.

His eyes stared at the ceiling, his mouth open, gasping for breath.

Sweat beaded on his forehead and his body.

She was so frightened by the nightmare she had had that her heart almost stopped.

The dream was clearly awake, but she felt as if the child’s screams and hate-filled questions were right in her ears, still questioning her.

-No, I am not.

Vanessa muttered to herself with a pained look on her face as she covered her ears with her hands, trying to keep the voices away.

But no.

They were still in his ears.

Vanessa closed her eyes as tears streamed down her face.

While she was suffering, someone else in Pacifica City was suffering with her.

It was Dylan.

While Vanessa was in the hospital with Mercedes, Dylan’s people installed a camera in Vanessa’s room and Dylan was able to see her every move.

Then he would have nightmares and wake up because of them, and Dylan could see them clearly.

He gritted his teeth in anger, hating the fact that he couldn’t just show up at Vanessa’s side, take her in his arms and tell her she was fine.

Tell her you were there for her.

Tell her that it’s OK if she doesn’t want the baby, that they can go and abort it.

He told her he would be there for her.

He wanted to do so many things, but the truth was that all he could do was sit in front of a screen and watch Vanessa suffer, watch her suffer.

It turned out that pregnancy was very stressful for Vanessa.

He did not want to take his own son at all.

Dylan, it’s all your doing.

Had it not come to this between them, Vanessa would have been like any mother-to-be, awaiting the arrival of her child with excitement and gentleness.