Deep love: insatiable lover

And the owner of that face was called Vanessa.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Cecilia looked seven times like Vanessa, and when Alonso saw her, he naturally understood their relationship instantly. At that moment, Alonso’s face was ugly to the core.

But he quickly regained his composure.

He tried to contain the irritation in his heart and was secretly glad that the seminar was only for today. Tomorrow… no, tonight he would find a reason to get Vanessa out of town.

They might as well go back to C-Town… abroad.

There was no way to hold out any longer.

Going back would require finding a way to compromise, or at least try to make his relationship with himself fair, tying them tightly to everything first. Then he would have enough strength to feel at ease.

Alonso clenched and unclenched his fists quickly, he should be glad Vanessa hadn’t come with him because he wasn’t feeling well.

-Eh?

Cecilia was perceptive, and peered up as soon as Alonso’s eyes lingered on her face for more than ten seconds, wide-eyed, wary and alert.

The face, which resembled Vanessa’s, put Alonso in a bit of a trance, but he soon adjusted his mood.

-Mr. Lucas won’t be finished for another ten minutes or so, so let me take you for a moment to show you around. Candy, where would you like to go?

Mr. Lucas?

Could it be the Señor Lucas he knew?

Alonso, who heard the words, thought silently in his mind.

If it really was him… in that instant, Alonso’s body tensed again. If he remembered correctly, Lucas had also been invited to the engagement party, which, unfortunately, never took place.

If the engagement party had continued that day and Vanessa had shown up in person, he would surely have recognised her.

It was difficult.

He had wanted to have an engagement party to let everyone know that Vanessa was his. But now, with Lucas in the way, he had to worry more.

With one last look at Cecilia, Alonso picked up his pace and left.

The first priority was to get Vanessa out of the city, out of the city where she could have lived.

Although she had lost her memory, what if she remembered something when she saw her familiar surroundings?

The more Alonso thought about it, the more agitated he became, and his feet were moving quickly away.

-What a strange guy now.

Cecilia muttered to herself.

-Who said Candy was strange?

The driver frowned, his eyes wary.

-Nothing,” Cecilia smiled immediately, good-humouredly. We’ll wait here until Uncle Lucas comes out, there’s nothing interesting here.

-All right.

In less than ten minutes Lucas came out.

-Uncle Lucas.

-Sweet baby.

Lucas strides forward, bends down and grabs Cecilia, kissing her affectionately on the face.

-Are you hungry? I’m sorry, Uncle Lucas didn’t think he’d be late until now either. Unfortunately, it was a mistake to keep our Princess Candy waiting.

-It’s okay, I won’t bother with Uncle Lucas.

Cecilia’s “I’m not going to get mad at you” face made it clear, making Lucas laugh.

The car was parked outside.

The driver walked forward to the car and Lucas waited in front of the stairs with Cecilia in his arms.

His car didn’t arrive, it was Alonso’s car that arrived first.

The driver rolled down the window to show Alonso’s face.

-What a coincidence, is Mr. Alonso leaving too?

Alonso curved his lips into a slight smile.

-Yes.

He looks at Cecilia in Lucas’s arms and asks, without saying anything.

-If I remember correctly, Mr. Lucas isn’t married, I don’t think. This is…

-The daughter of a good friend. Candy, say hello to this guy.

-Hello, uncle.

That was the strange guy from before.

-Hello. -Hello.

Not Lucas’ daughter.

There are only a few people who can be called Lucas’ best friends… It would be easy to find the boy’s real father.

Alonso thought, the smile on his face still impeccable.

-Next time you have time, invite Mr. Lucas to dinner. I have things to do, so I’m going.

-All right.

Lucas nodded with a smile and watched Alonso’s car drive off, before getting into his own.

-What would Candy like to eat?

-Well, I’d like to have an egg flan.

Cecilia answered after a moment of reflection.

-Well, then let’s have an egg flan.

Abroad.

Despite being hopeless, Dylan felt empty, as if he had missed out on a bigger piece, when he heard that Vanessa was feared to have left town.

-Sir?

The bodyguard looked at Dylan with some hesitation, the handsome face hidden in the darkness.

The hard curve of his jaw conveyed a heartbreaking coldness that made people fear to meet his gaze.

-Since she has been seen in this city, investigate further. Widen the scope and use as many personnel and resources to investigate. Surely there’s a trail, right?

No one behind them said anything, and no one dared to reply.

And as Dylan mobilised his men to begin the investigation, traces of Vanessa’s presence in the city began to be erased by a guarded Alonso.

This was the Rasgado family base, which was the youngest of the Rasgado family. Obviously, he was quicker and faster than Dylan, who had to organise more people.

It was three days after he knew that someone was cleaning up the traces.

Dylan sits wordlessly on the leather couch, his jaw tense and his lips pursed into a line.

Cold, brooding.

-You say someone is interfering with us?

-It’s true that someone is secretly clearing the traces; the interference hasn’t been checked yet, but it’s nine out of ten.

-Who is it?

-Being checked.

Those who might possess such means would certainly not be ordinary people.

There were no more or less than such characters in this city….

Dylan speculated in his mind as to the identity of the other party, his face clouded with uncertainty, his men stood respectfully, not daring to say a word.

-Keep an eye on the other side, and catch them every time they show the slightest sign of weakness! No matter how much manpower and money you spend, I have only this one request, understand?

-Understood.

The low pressure in Dylan’s body instantly disappeared, and the men in front of him could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

-Get out.

He had no more use for staying.

Dylan frowned.

As much as he didn’t want to leave until he found Vanessa, staying would only make the meddling man more suspicious. Only if he came back pretending to be disappointed would they let their guard down.

Dylan left on a private jet the same day.

He had waited three years, so there was no need to rush.

He, more than anyone else, had patience.

A city.

-Why did it occur to you to come here all of a sudden?

asked Vanessa, looking at Alonso with a puzzled expression.

Ever since he had returned from his trip to Pacifica City, she had sensed that something was wrong, that Alonso was in a constant state of agitation. Earlier that day he had left C-Town and taken a plane to this strange city.

She was worried that something had happened and that Alonso would panic.