Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

Savannah could see from the telltale look in Charlotte's eyes that she liked Dylan. She was quite uncomfortable at this thought, but she repressed her emotion.

"Remember this girl, Dylan?" Lionel smiled.

"Of course. The daughter of Ethan Rowe, the apple of your parents' eye." Dylan quirked up the corners of his mouth.

"Yes, the naughty little girl who ran after you when she was a child," Lionel added.

Charlotte curled her lips and hit her brother with her shoulder gently. "Lionel! I don't think I was always pestering Dylan," she said sweetly.

"No? I remember that whenever Dylan came to his mother's house in Chicago, you would come to find him. One day Dylan was so busy that he asked Butler Curtis to send you back, and you cried all day..." Lionel laughed.

"Lionel! You've had enough, I didn't..." Charlotte stamped her feet in a cute way. It was obvious that she had always been spoiled by everyone.

Dylan and Lionel looked at each other and laughed.

Savannah felt an unwelcome pang of jealousy—she was disturbed by the depth of her feeling. So, Charlotte and Dylan were childhood friends. But what did it matter to her?

She averted her eyes and tried not to look like Charlotte, who blazed at Dylan.

Dylan caught the depressed look of the little woman in his arms and narrowed his eyes. The little woman looked a little frustrated. Was she jealous? Dylan quietly smiled.

Charlotte followed Dylan's gaze and finally noticed the young lady at his side. Her smile froze for a moment. Then she gave her hand to Savannah with another innocent smile.

"Hello, my name is Charlotte."

Savannah paused and held out her hand, "Savannah Schultz."

"Dylan is Miss Schultz, your girlfriend?" Charlotte looked at Dylan and asked casually and tentatively.

Dylan glanced at Lionel and said with meaning, "more exactly, she's the mother of my baby."

Lionel realized what he meant and quirked up his lips. Dylan said it deliberately to tell him that Savannah was his woman and warned him to keep Savannah at a distance.

Charlotte startled and turned pale, and she immediately fixed her gaze at Savannah's belly. As expected, she perceived that Savannah was pregnant.

If Dylan hadn't mentioned it, she wouldn't have found out the matter so fast.

She never expected that when they met again, there was another girl standing beside Dylan, and the girl was even pregnant with his baby…

Charlotte remained calm and asked sweetly, "Really? I can hardly see it. When will you get married? Don't forget to invite me. I love attending weddings!"

This question evidently touched some sore spots of Savannah. She visibly changed countenance.

Lionel noticed Savannah's embarrassment and said quickly, "well, why not go in first? It's getting cold outside."

Then the four went inside.

As Charlotte walked behind Dylan and Savannah with Lionel, she looked at Savannah's back and whispered, "Hey, Lionel, Miss Schultz looks a little bit like mom, doesn't she?"

"I'm sure even you have lookalikes," said Lionel curtly.

He was not about to tell his sister about the possible blood relationship between Savannah and their stepmother.

On the one hand, the DNA analysis result did not yet come out.

On the other hand, Charlotte was still young, and he didn't want her to tell their stepmother about it so soon.

Charlotte said no more but still fixed her gaze on Savannah's back.

Inside the house, there were already many guests chatting with each other with wines in their hands. All eyes were on Dylan as he entered the room and people came to greet him one after another.

Savannah tried to make herself as inconspicuous as possible. She found an excuse to quit, walked away from the crowd, and stopped at the French window. She was about to take a cup of wine when the cup was taken away by someone. Looking up, she was surprised to see Lionel in front of her.

"Lionel?"

Lionel put the cup onto the tray in a waitress's hands, and then he took a glass of fresh-squeezed juice and handed it to Savannah, "wine is not good for you now. You'd a better drink this one."

Savannah thanked him and turned away to hide her blush from embarrassment. Lionel must have already known her relationship with Dylan.

When they met the first time in Chicago, she said she was just Dylan's secretary. This time when they met again, she was pregnant with Dylan's child.

In Lionel's eyes, maybe she was that kind of woman who caught rich men for money only.

She held the glass firmly, staring at the lush grass out the window quietly.

Lionel gave a slight, apologetic cough and said, "Well, I'm sorry. Maybe I shouldn't have invited you and made you uncomfortable."

His words touched her slightly. She did not expect the man in such high status would apologize to her. She turned back and saw the concern in his eyes.

"Nothing," Savannah shook her head slightly, "you don't need to apologize. There's nothing wrong with me. I'm used to it."

Lionel looked relieved and didn't say much. He stood quietly beside her by the French window, with a glass of wine in hand.

Savannah knew he was afraid that she might be boring alone here. She looked at him, a little moved, "Lionel, in fact, you don't need to keep me company. You have so many guests today. Just go ahead."

Lionel looked back at Dylan surrounded by the guests and said, "it's okay with me. I'll leave when Dylan comes to you."

His consideration warmed her heart. Savannah felt so comfortable when she was with Lionel. Even though he knew her real relationship with Dylan, he didn't ask her for her privacy out of curiosity.

Lionel was always so apprehensive and kind, not like Dylan.

Although it was the third time they met, she felt that he was like her brother.

"Last time you told me about the interesting places in LA, and you didn't finish because of the time. Can you recommend other fun places in LA for me now?" Lionel tried to distract her so that she would not be too boring.