Deep love: insatiable lover

After confirming the organisers’ location in the crowd, Dylan approached with Vanessa and Cecilia.

After all, in business there are no permanent friends, but there are no permanent enemies either. Even in private, one must be reluctant to do the right thing.

-Mr Dylan, you are here, welcome.

The organiser is a middle-aged man, with a slightly blond figure and thinning hair, the kind of man who looks like he is used to putting on a show.

The name of the family was Pomar and the person in charge was Moisés.

-Mr. Pomar, how are you?

Moisés Pomar greeted Dylan before looking at Vanessa and Cecilia next to him, with a twinkle in his eye and a warm smile on his face.

-This is Miss Vanessa, isn’t it?

-Hello.

Vanessa nodded politely in greeting.

-It’s really Miss Vanessa, I thought I had made a mistake. How time flies. I think you were only a few years old when I met your father. I’m sorry about your father, one day I will pay my respects at his grave.

Moisés said warmly, as if he were close to the Cazalla family.

Coming from such a family, Moses was naturally a sociable person.

Seeing that Vanessa and Dylan had a very close relationship, she did everything she could to bring them closer. Although she had been friends with Felipe for who knows how long, she had the cheek to use him now.

Vanessa does not like this kind of people.

He did not want such a person, full of calculating interests, to visit his father’s grave and desecrate it.

-Mr. Pomar was busy with his business and probably did not have the time to pay his respects; it is enough to have such a heart.

Dylan said with a polite smile on his face and an indifferent tone.

If it had been anyone else, Moses would have been furious. But it was Dylan who said it, and naturally he couldn’t have any disagreement with Dylan until he had achieved one of his goals, so even though his heart was angry, his face was still smiling.

-You can’t say that, even if you’re busy, there’s still time to go and pay respects to old friends.

The greeting ended and Dylan didn’t bother to socialise with the Moises, so he simply excused himself and left with Vanessa and Cecilia.

-I don’t like that guy.

Cecilia whispered in Dylan’s ear, her voice exuding discontent.

-It’s OK, we won’t have anything to do with him.

The way Dylan smiled and cajoled his daughter was nothing short of a flaming volcano or an atomic bomb exploding for anyone seeing it for the first time.

Was Mr Dylan still smiling so softly and warmly? He was like a glacier, and even with a smile on his lips, he was inexplicably cold.

But now he was smiling so softly, as if the frost had melted.

Involuntarily, the women became jealous of Vanessa and Cecilia, who were next to them and could not take their place.

-What is your relationship anyway?

-Tsk, it seems that the rumours are true, Vanessa’s wife, who was Mr. Dylan’s nephew at the time, is with Mr. Dylan, and she is so smart that she is still with Mr. Dylan.

-You’re right,” another woman spoke up, looking at Vanessa with resentment and jealousy in her eyes. She’s just a divorcee, I don’t know what Mr Dylan sees in her.

-Maybe it’s because she’s good in bed, married women have been through a lot. Oh, gee.

-The child in Mr Dylan’s arms is his and Vanessa’s? I haven’t heard that Mr Dylan has been married before?

-Well, there wasn’t even a wedding, so maybe Mr Dylan didn’t recognise Vanessa’s status in the first place. Don’t let her follow you now, maybe one day Mr. Dylan will leave her.

-That’s right.

The women in the corner gossiped and, thanks to this gossip, those who had dismissed the idea started to move again.

-Why don’t you take Candy out for a bite to eat while I go over there for a while?

While most people just needed to let Matthew entertain them, there were still some that Dylan needed to go and socialise with them personally.

After settling in with Vanessa and Cecilia, Dylan left in a huff.

Those who had seen Dylan alone finally started to think of a time to bump into him and make a good show for Dylan to see them.

-Was it good?

Vanessa ignored the murmurs in the ballroom and concentrated on her daughter.

-Yum. Can I have an extra cake today, Mom?

-No.

Cecilia had a sweet tooth and Vanessa was worried about her teeth, so she limited her sugar intake. Sweets such as cake were limited to one a day, never more.

The girl knows the rules, but she can’t resist trying so much cake for once.

What if his mother agreed?

But for now, it seemed that I should not think too much.

-Oh.

Cecilia nodded, a little disappointed, but still obedient.

-Good girl.

Vanessa smiled and rubbed her daughter’s head, leaning over to give her a kiss on the cheek.

-You sit down and have a nice meal while Mummy goes and gets you something to drink.

-All right.

The drinks were placed a few steps away and there was basically no one around, so Vanessa was calm. When Cecilia looked down to eat, she got up to get her drink.

Sensing a shadow around her, Cecilia looks up curiously to see a complete stranger as her uncle.

Although mum had said not to talk to strangers, this was a banquet hall and there were people everywhere, so I wouldn’t do anything to her.

With this in mind, Cecilia’s nerve grew and she asked:

-What do you want, man?

-Nothing, I just saw you here alone, so I came to have a look.

-I’m not alone. Mummy’s gone to get a drink and she’ll be back soon.

-Yes?

The man smiled and looked at Cecilia with deep eyes; she was too young to understand the meaning of his gaze, but she was well aware of the oddity and looked silently in the direction Vanessa had gone.

It was a relief to see that his mother had returned.

-May I ask what I can do for you?

Vanessa turned around to see a complete stranger standing in front of Cecilia and instantly recoiled quickly, scowling at him and asking.

-Nothing. I saw the girl here alone and was worried that she needed help, so I came to check on her.

The other man smiled politely and seemed completely harmless.

And with a nod and a wave after that, he left.

Vanessa, however, frowned and stared at the other man’s back, thinking that something looked familiar and unable to find the man’s face in her mind.

Perhaps it was a reading error.