Deep love: insatiable lover

-Vanessa!

Dylan’s eyes snapped open and he looked at Vanessa in disbelief.

There was irrepressible anticipation and joy under his eyes, and the fiery gaze looked at Vanessa with some discomfort. She realised that her response was basically the same as giving Dylan hope.

He had initially regretted what he had said after he had blurted it out.

But seeing the look on Dylan’s face at that moment, he suddenly felt that it might not be a bad choice.

-Give me your daughter, I’ll sleep with her for a while.

-All right, I’ll walk you to the bedroom.

Dylan hurriedly picked up his expression and carried his little girl into the bedroom with Vanessa. At home, of course, his daughter had to sleep with Vanessa in the big bed.

Looking at the two women lying on the bed, Dylan’s mind was happier than ever.

-Get some sleep, call me if your daughter needs anything, I’ll be outside.

He was going to look in the dictionary and think of a name for his daughter.

It was the most important thing for now, more important than a project worth hundreds of millions.

Vanessa said nothing, just nodded.

Dylan stepped carefully into the room and closed the door behind him.

Dylan had spent the whole afternoon struggling to decide on a word he thought he would find in the dictionary, only to be overwhelmed by the sheer number of options.

If Matthew had known that Dylan would spend the whole afternoon trying to think of a name and not come up with one, he would have been speechless.

Luckily, Dylan was the only one who knew.

To ensure Vanessa’s recovery and nutrition after the birth, Dylan asked the nutritionist to take care of her daily diet.

When the time came, he returned his thick dictionary and got up to open the door for the dietician.

It had only been an afternoon since he had seen his daughter, but Dylan had missed her terribly.

She gently pushed open the bedroom door to see Vanessa nursing her. The baby was lying in his mother’s arms, his cheeks puffy white. They say that children change from one day to the next, and at almost half a month old, the baby’s skin had already stretched, making him look more and more adorable.

Dylan found that his love for his daughter grew by the day, even when she was drinking milk she looked so cute.

Vanessa looked at Dylan’s smiling face in awe, as if the girl in front of her was the most precious treasure in her life.

-Dylan, let’s talk when we have time.

The words came out of Vanessa’s mouth.

He knew that his own heart had already made the decision instead of his own.

Dylan had no idea what was going through Vanessa’s mind, except that the first thought that crossed his mind when he heard her say in a serious tone that she wanted to talk was that she wanted to separate from herself.

Was it possible that all their efforts had been for nothing?

Dylan’s heart was bitter and sour.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

But despite the bitterness in his heart, his face barely broke into a smile.

-Good.

The answer came out of his mouth, but in his mind he was trying to buy time.

I’d try again, I’d keep trying until it was completely over. What if… what if Vanessa was willing to give it another chance?

Vanessa didn’t notice Dylan’s difference and sighed in relief at his sudden decision.

It was good not to be embarrassed any more.

The two had different thoughts and neither spoke for a while.

Until a soft growl from the little boy broke the atmosphere between them.

Dylan immediately stepped forward nervously and picked up the baby whole, patting him gently on the back to get rid of the hiccups.

-Good girl, daddy’s here.

Vanessa got dressed and looked at the interacting father and daughter with a smile in her eyes and asked:

-Have you thought of a name for your daughter yet?

-I liked this one and that one, but in the end I couldn’t choose.

Dylan said with a look of helplessness. This made Vanessa feel even more that the Dylan in front of her was probably a fake. The Dylan of old had never been so patient with anyone but himself.

Even with himself before…

-It’s OK, you can take your time to choose.

-Or we can think of one first and take our time to choose a formal name.

-It’s OK.

Dylan looked at the little baby lying quietly in the crook of his arm, thinking that she was actually very well behaved, the more he looked at her the more he liked her and the sweeter she felt.

-Let’s call her Candy.

-Candy?

-Yes, that’s my Candy, and just the sight of her sweetens my heart.

Dylan explained with a kind look at his little girl and a smile.

-Then it’s candy.

The vote was unanimous and the little girl was named Candy for the time being; as for an official name, Dylan promised to make a choice as soon as possible.

The quiet days passed extraordinarily quickly and, thanks to Candy, were especially lively and cheerful.

Before long, it was Candy’s first birthday.

Normally, a party is held for the baby’s birthday. But due to Dylan’s relationship with Vanessa and other factors, they did not have a party for the time being.

Dylan regretted it, but Vanessa made the decision and he wouldn’t argue with it.

In the end it was Dylan who bought Candy a beautiful little set of gold bracelets as a gift.

The talk mentioned above was also finally on the agenda at this time.

-Mum and Josephine are looking after Candy, I have time now, let’s talk.

At Vanessa’s words, Dylan’s body stiffened imperceptibly.

-All right.

He was trying to refuse.

His heart twisted violently at the thought that Vanessa might open her mouth and say, “Thank you for taking care of me all this time, but I still can’t get over how much you’ve hurt me in the past, I’m sorry.

Vanessa turned and walked forward, not noticing Dylan’s conflicted and bitter gaze watching behind her.

The two entered the studio.

Vanessa thought about how to say something, but Dylan thought she was trying to think of a way to say it without hurting herself, and her heart grew even more bitter.

A feeling of helplessness she had never felt before came over her, and Dylan felt like a failure.

Because he had never learned to love anyone, let alone know what it was to love someone, he had missed out on the only love of his life in his self-esteem.

Now he regrets it and wants to get it back, but no matter how hard he tries, he discovers that it’s no use.

He deserved it, didn’t he?

One has to pay for one’s arrogance, indifference and selfishness.

Heh.

Vanessa came back from her thoughts, feeling sorry for her late father for making such a decision, and unconsciously chose to avoid Dylan’s eyes.