Deep love: insatiable lover

-Still no sign of Orlando?

The last time he had heard from him was when he had stolen from someone he shouldn’t have and had been caught and taught a hard lesson. It had also been almost two months and, surprisingly, there was still no word from the man he had sent.

This made Dylan anxious.

Mateo also felt Dylan’s agitation, but could do nothing about it.

-Yes, there is still no sign of them.

Orlando’s luck had been so good that he hadn’t even heard from them lately, after always being one step ahead of them. It was clear that he had no money on him and that he was down to his last bones, but he still hid it tightly.

This frustrated Mateo a little.

He felt that his business skills needed to improve, and if he kept it up, he would feel ashamed of himself, even if the master said nothing.

-Keep looking.

Dylan ordered in a cold voice and Mateo nodded hurriedly.

Seeing that it was time, Dylan immediately closed the unprocessed papers, got up and grabbed his coat.

It was already winter.

Over his suit, Dylan wore a long trench coat, which made him look even more upright.

During the period when Vanessa was lost, the cold colour of Dylan’s face only eased a little when he thought of his lovely daughter, and his eyes softened a little.

On the way home, Dylan had the driver stop in front of a charming-looking bakery.

He went out and picked himself a new cake that Cecilia would love.

-Welcome to the next one.

At the waitress’s sweet smile, Dylan left with aplomb.

A tall, upright man, handsome and aloof. The look on his face as he picked out the cake and took it away was as if the ice had melted, so smooth it was intoxicating.

Unfortunately, such a perfect man belonged to someone else.

-Where is Candy?

Entering the living room headfirst, Dylan placed the cake carefully on the delicate piece of furniture in the hallway, took off his trench coat and hung it on the hanger, asking Gordi, the robot next to him, as he changed his shoes.

-Candy is upstairs in the bedroom.

Gordi’s unique mechanical voice rang out and Dylan nodded at the words, loading the cake and putting it in the fridge before heading upstairs.

Knock, knock.

-Honey, daddy’s coming in.

Cecilia, who was sitting cross-legged on the soft carpet reading a children’s book, immediately looked up at him with a big smile on her face.

-Dad.

-Baby.

Dylan walked over and sat down nonchalantly next to his daughter. With one large hand he took his daughter in his arms, encircling her from behind and taking the open storybook in his hand.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

He gently kissed the top of his daughter’s head and said in a soft voice.

-Will Dad read to Candy?

During the period when Vanessa was missing, Dylan took care of his daughter’s emotions and did it all himself, no matter what it was about her. This included reading fairy tales to his daughter, telling her bedtime stories and even singing lullabies.

Even the craft work assigned by Cecilia’s kindergarten was done by Dylan with his daughter each time.

The man who is known to be so scary in SJ in Pacifica City would think it was the end of the world if people knew he was at home with his daughter.

-Good.

Cecilia was happy to curl up in her father’s arms and listen to him read a fairy tale.

When the time came, Dylan took his daughter’s hand and they went downstairs to eat together.

Dinner was cooked by the bellboy.

Although Dylan had brought the cake, he always took it out after dinner so that he didn’t have to waste the meal with snacks or anything else.

-Today is a new day at Candy’s favourite bakery, so daddy bought it for our baby Candy. Look, isn’t it beautiful? It’s dotted with strawberries and little pieces of nuts.

-It is beautiful.

The delicate, tiny cake was served in a cardboard cup and smelled sweet.

-Be careful when eating it.

-Thank you, Dad.

Cecilia hugged Dylan happily and gave him a kiss on the cheek, eagerly picking up the spoon and starting to eat her cake.

-It’s delicious.

exclaimed the girl as she ate.

Smiling with arched eyebrows and a happy book.

Dylan looked at his daughter with a smile, but his heart was still heavy.

This was probably because Cecilia was still young and, as time went by, she was getting over the pain and sadness of her mother’s disappearance. Although she has not forgotten Vanessa’s existence, she seems to be much better than before.

She has gradually become more lively and cheerful, although she is still not up to what she used to be.

But that was enough to comfort Dylan.

Although Vanessa is on his mind every day, his daughter’s psychological well-being is also very important to Dylan.

After eating the cake, Dylan took her to brush her teeth. They ran hot water over her and left her to bathe on her own. When the girl came out with wet hair and pyjamas, Dylan deftly began to dry her hair.

By the time everything was done, it was almost time.

Cecilia fell asleep against her father.

Dylan carefully placed his daughter in the cot and gently tucked her under the covers.

Brushing the strands of hair away from the girl’s face, Dylan leaned over and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

-Good night, Daddy’s baby.

Cecilia, who slept with her eyes closed, stirred and cried out softly:

-Mum.

His voice trails off.

It was a soft sound, but it hit Dylan’s heart like a heavy hammer.

At that moment, he felt as if his heart was being drilled by an invisible hand, and the pain was so intense that even breathing became difficult. An uncontrollable hostility began to well up in his eyes, and his breath suddenly grew cold around him.

It wasn’t until he saw the look of sadness on his daughter’s face that Dylan was on his guard.

He straightened up quickly and quietly and walked quickly away.

Hell!

In the gymnasium, Dylan’s eyes were cold and hostile as he continued to pound his fists into the sandbag in front of him.

The dull sound of blow after blow echoed through the gymnasium.

Crystalline sweat trickled down his muscular upper body, and his handsome face was also covered in sweat. As if he knew no fatigue, he let out his anger and hatred.

Finally, his venting ended with a roundhouse kick.

Unwrapping the bandages around the back of his hand, Dylan strides away.

Behind him was the sound of sandbags breaking and gravel being lifted.

It was enough to see the force he had used in his previous outburst.

After showering, Dylan looked out onto the balcony adjoining his bedroom, a lit cigarette between his long fingers.

He has not smoked it.

After a moment, Dylan held the lit cigarette directly in his palm.

It hurts, but it cannot drown out the thoughts of the heart.

-Vanessa.