Deep love: insatiable lover

Once you have a direction, it is much easier to trace.

However, what Mateo ended up delivering was not the good news Dylan had hoped for.

-What did you say?

His voice even trembled a little, his handsome face covered with a layer of frost, his eyes full of disbelief. The whole man seemed to have received a great blow, and a chilling depression spread through his body.

It was the first time Matthew had seen a gentleman so frightened, so out of his mind.

-We traced the route and found the car. But… the car was found under a small slope by the side of the road. The damage to the bodywork showed that it was in a serious condition. There was a lot of blood on the car and on the ground around it.

As Matthew described it, Dylan’s throat felt like it was being tightly strangled by a hand.

He felt a crushing pressure in his chest, and the pain of not being able to breathe made his face increasingly grim.

-Have you looked everywhere?

-Nothing more.

Neither Vanessa nor Orlando, who had taken her, nor the men she had hired, had been found. There were messy footprints everywhere, as well as blood, but as the ground was so overgrown and days had passed, there were not many clues to be found on the ground.

Dylan clenched his hands, full of concern.

Could Vanessa have been injured in such a serious car accident? Was she badly hurt? Where was she now? Did she receive good medical care?

Questions swirled in Dylan’s mind, almost exploding.

The more worried he became, the colder his expression became.

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-Yes.

Mateo didn’t dare say anything else and nodded his head to leave.

-How could this happen? How could this happen?

Dylan muttered, his face icy with dismay. The tall body swayed a couple of times and crumpled into a chair. The tall, proud man lowered his head, his whole being wrapped in mourning.

-Dad.

Hearing his daughter’s faint voice behind him, Dylan immediately snapped out of his dishevelled state.

Rising to his feet, he strides over to Cecilia and bends down to pick her up, asking softly:

-When did Candy wake up? Why aren’t you waiting for daddy in the living room?

As Cecilia’s fever had been recurrent lately and she was sick, Dylan always took her with him wherever he went.

Even when he came to the office.

The girl was sleepy and needed a nap, so Dylan stayed with her in the living room until she fell asleep before getting up and leaving to use the time to take care of the company’s work.

-It’s OK, Dad is tired, Candy can go out on her own.

Cecilia shook her head, after a few days of illness, the girl’s fleshy face had lost a lot of weight and her eyes looked bigger.

Innocent, clueless eyes that one dared not look into for fear of seeing the sadness within.

-Daddy is not tired. Daddy is not tired at all with Daddy’s little princess around.

Dylan said, kissing his daughter’s small cheeks.

Cecilia reached out her soft little arms and wrapped them around Dylan’s neck, resting her little head lovingly on his shoulder.

Father and daughter huddled in silence, the two of them alone during the time Vanessa was still missing. Their presence gives each other strength and sustains them through the days and years without Vanessa.

Somewhere, the hospital.

-Why isn’t she awake yet? Her injuries may look serious, but they are not really vital. The worst was the blow to her head when she rolled down. There is no way of knowing exactly what it will do to her body before she wakes up.

The speaker was a small nurse who was frowning and looking at the person lying in the hospital bed with a worried look on her face.

-Look, he still has the scratch on his face from the branch. Luckily the wound is not deep, otherwise it would be a shame to have a scar on the face of such a beautiful person.

Another little nurse next to her said to the person next to her with a look of thanks.

-Well, let’s go. The man will come later, scolding us that we talked about the patient in secret this time.

-Come on, come on, I would have forgotten if you hadn’t said so.

Not knowing who the person mentioned was, the two vivacious nurses instantly showed the fearful look of a house cat meeting a tiger, frowned, quickly gathered their things and turned to leave the room.

Within minutes of his departure, the person in the bed suddenly twitched his fingers.

The thick eyelashes fluttered a couple of times, like a butterfly perched on the stamen of a flower, fluttering its wings and preparing to flutter. But in the end the eyes did not open, and one could not help regretting not being able to see his eyes.

The door to the room burst open.

A man dressed as a doctor came in. He had long fingers and neatly trimmed fingernails.

A handsome face wore a stern and solemn expression, while the spectacles perched on the bridge of the nose added a touch of softness to the aggressive face, softening its indifference.

He approached the bed, bent down and felt her forehead to make sure the temperature was normal, and was about to get up when he saw the woman open her eyes.

They were big, clear, bright eyes, with the ignorance of a child in them. She looked at the man in silence, so calm that she could not see the slightest emotion.

Those eyes were extremely charming.

The man couldn’t help but stare for a moment.

It was only after a moment that he came to his senses and curved his lips slightly. The strange thing was that it clearly looked like he was smiling, but it made people feel even colder.

If they were the two nurses from before, they would have been immediately startled. But the woman who had just woken up kept looking at him in confusion, and her eyes became more and more confused and absent-minded.

-Who are you…?

-Me?

The curvature of the man’s lips widened as he straightened and looked down at her.

-I am Alonso Rasgado. I found you in the mountains and brought you here. This is a hospital and I am the doctor here.

The man called Alonso introduced himself and in passing informed him of their relationship.

-Am I injured? Why?

The woman, also known as Vanessa, frowned with a puzzled expression. She tried to recall in her mind, but she could never remember exactly how she had been injured. As she thought about it, she realised that she had even forgotten her name.

-Who am I? Do you know me?

Surprise was written in Alonso’s eyes, not realising that the woman had lost her memory.

Those clear eyes were full of bewilderment and confusion, like a deer that had strayed into human society, which made people feel compassion when they looked at her and wanted to protect her.

Even a cold person like Alonso was overwhelmed by the look in his eyes at that moment.

To be precise, he likes women with light, boyish eyes best. But society is so realistic that the only way to find such a pair of eyes is to look for them in a kindergarten.