Deep love: insatiable lover

-Damn it!

Annoyed, Alonso closed the computer screen, got up and went out onto the balcony, lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. The cigarette was in his mouth, the taste of nicotine spreading through it, and it took him a few moments to exhale forcefully.

He quickly smokes a cigarette.

And Alonso’s mood returned to calm.

Maybe it was just an accident?

He thought to himself, rubbing his face hard with his hands, and turned to leave.

The next day he woke up and the two men still had nothing to say about what had happened the night before.

Vanessa had prepared breakfast and Alonso ate it before leaving for the seminar. Before leaving, he told Vanessa to go for a walk if she got bored.

When Alonso left, Vanessa sat for a while in the living room, distracted, with the faces of the father and daughter in her mind. A voice in the back of her mind urged her to go and look for them again.

Finally, unable to resist the longing in his heart, he left the flat.

Vanessa made her way to the bus stop not far from the flat, where the bus went directly to the viewing platform, and when she arrived, she got on and chose a seat by the window.

She leans her head against the window pane, lost in her own thoughts, as if oblivious to the outside world.

In the opulent lecture hall, everyone listened intently to the old professor’s analysis of the case, while Alonso looked down and pulled out his vibrating mobile phone.

On it was a text message from an unknown number.

-Miss Vanisa is outside, going to Luna Creciente.

Luna Creciente was the place they had gone to the night before.

What was Vanisa doing there?

Alonso’s heart clenched and everything he had deliberately ignored the night before came back to him clearly. He knew Vanisa must have seen something and that was why she was so upset.

Did it have something to do with? his past?

The thought made Alonso uneasy.

He even wanted to leave in spite of everything, to go and find Vanessa and take her abroad with him. Fake or not, he just uses the same reason to get her engaged to him, or even find a way to marry…

Alonso’s thoughts were confused and his hands were clenched tightly.

He was so lost in his own thoughts that he did not notice the stares coming from all around him. It was only when someone next to him touched his arm that Alonso came to his senses.

He unconsciously frowned as he noticed the stares.

-Mr. Alonso, is something wrong?

-Sorry, I’m a bit uncomfortable.

Alonso’s face was hard to read, and he really looked like he was not well. The man who had condemned him looked away, and the gentle man advised him to go and rest if he was unwell. Alonso shook his head, putting a dead weight on his personal emotions.

I couldn’t go!

Wouldn’t going there now be like showing Vanisa the ropes?

I had to be patient, I had to be patient. He had waited three years, what was the point of waiting a moment?

Alonso quickly calmed down under his own pressure and started working at the seminary, leaving Vanessa behind for the time being.

As the crowd got off the bus, Vanessa looked at the doors of the landscape in front of her.

As the scenic area featured several night lights at night, it was not as crowded during the day as it was at night.

Vanessa was a little more awake up to this point, but bought her ticket anyway.

This was the only place where he could meet the father and daughter. He had passed by the Facebook page where he had first seen the father and daughter on the bus, but the blogger had deleted the video for some reason.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

The person to whom I had sent a private message had not replied either, I don’t know if he hadn’t seen it or didn’t want to reply.

The obsession in the back of her mind was too strong for Vanessa to resist, so she had to resort to the most foolish of methods.

The view during the day is completely different from the view at night.

Expectantly, she scanned the landscape, but still found nothing. Soon it was noon and Vanessa was still reluctant to leave, waiting awkwardly in the same place.

Unfortunately, it was not meant to be.

The hotel.

-Are you feeling better, sweetheart?

Seeing his daughter’s weak smile, Dylan instantly regretted all the crabs he had made her eat yesterday at the restaurant. Cecilia had eaten them before, but not as much as yesterday, plus other reasons why her tummy had been upset last night.

He had spent the night and only got better.

Dylan was saddened and worried.

-I’m fine daddy, let’s go out again when I’ve had enough rest and a full charge, okay?

Cecilia said with a smile as she took her father’s hand.

-Good. But you have to get better soon or we’ll have to sleep until your holiday is over and then go home.

Dylan reached up and rubbed his daughter’s head, bending down to kiss her forehead.

-Okay, go to sleep.

-Mmm.

Cecilia closed her eyes and soon fell asleep under her father’s gentle gaze.

Father and daughter stayed at the hotel that day, one sleeping and the other taking the laptop and working.

That is, until Lucas returned from the seminary.

-Feeling better Candy?

Lucas said as he peeked into the bedroom to see Cecilia, who was on his mind, only to be pulled back by Dylan, who closed the door behind him to prevent him from looking.

-I said that if you had to do that…. It’s not like I’m going to steal your daughter.

-I am happy to do so.

Dylan’s response was stifling, as always.

-Good.

Lucas raised his hands in surrender and turned around to go to the living room and sit on the sofa, still crossing his feet leisurely.

-Are you coming back tomorrow or tonight?

-Tomorrow,” Dylan frowned towards the clubhouse. I’m worried that Candy will still be uncomfortable afterwards.

-All right, I’ll keep playing. Remember to wait for me tomorrow and we’ll come back together.

Dylan was tempted to say no, but reluctantly agreed because of how well Cecilia was feeling thanks to the potent medicine she had produced.

Anyway, it was a matter of getting back together, to keep us apart and prevent him from seeing anyone.

Lucas would have cried if he knew what his friend was thinking.

He’s just a pervert.

The flat was empty.

Alonso took a deep breath, pushed aside the irritation and melancholy that welled up in his heart and took out his mobile phone to call Vanessa.

-Vanisa, where have you been? Why aren’t you at home?

-I went shopping, are you back yet?

Vanessa’s soft voice came through the phone and Alonso curved his lips, his voice soft, but his eyes still sombre:

-You’re cooking today? That’s great, I’m on a deal. Where’s the groceries, do you want me to pick you up?

-No, I’m back. It’s in the supermarket nearby, it’s a short walk.

Vanessa said she didn’t need to be picked up, but Alonso went anyway.

They met not far from the neighbourhood.

-I will do it.

Alonso smiled as he took the grocery bag from Vanessa’s hand and walked with her down the block.

-I thought it was going to be a late day.

-I was supposed to finish after three o’clock in the afternoon, and the various meeting rooms reconvened, so there was a delay. I was surprised not to see you when I got back and thought you had gone somewhere.

Alonso smiled, seemingly unconcerned.