Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

Savannah accepted his kindness and nodded.

Lionel was a very qualified listener. He smiled as Savannah talked about where she and Olivia always went, nodded, and responded occasionally, and never interrupted her. After a while, he gestured to a servant next to them quietly.

Soon, Savannah stopped when she saw someone carrying a sofa to her side.

"You've been standing for half an hour. Sit down and continue." Lionel smiled warmly.

Savannah accepted his offer and sat down with a smile. Lionel saw her shake as if with cold, knowing the temperature in the room might be too low for a pregnant woman. He walked to her and took off the suit, bent down, wrapped it on her.

Savannah stared at him, and before she could say something, Lionel turned and leaned against the French window, smiling, "go on."

She took a deep breath and did not think much. Lionel was a real gentleman. She thought that he cared about her because she was a pregnant guest, and he didn't want her to catch a cold in his house.

At the same time, Dylan finally sent the people around him away. His eyes traveled around the room and fell on the little woman sitting next to the French window.

He was about to come over to her when he saw clearly the man standing in front of Savannah.

The little woman was not lonely, and she was accompanied by Lionel.

They talked and laughed.

Savannah's face beamed with happy smiles as Lionel said something. She hadn't smiled at him like that for a long time since she gave him cold treatment without reason.

What annoyed him even more was that the little woman was covered with Lionel's suit.

Dylan halted, and his handsome face at once clouded with irritation. He stood silently where he was, watching every move of Savannah and Lionel.

"Dylan." A soft girl's voice sounded as footsteps came.

Dylan turned his mind back, repressing his unhappiness, and looked politely at Charlotte.

"What're you doing here alone? Why don't we go dancing?" Charlotte cocked her head slightly to one side.

The vacated large living room of the villa was arranged into a dance floor for entertainment today. The soft background music had changed into a slow waltz. Quite a few guests paired off and went to the dance.

Dylan glanced at the little woman who was talking all the time with Lionel, his eyes dark, and obviously, he was not in the mood of dancing.

Charlotte followed his eyes and took one look at the man and woman next to the window. She rolled her eyes and shuffled towards Dylan. "I know Miss Schultz is your companion," she said, her voice sweet and innocent, "but it seems that she's not comfortable today. Don't worry, my brother will take care of her."

My brother will take care of her. These words seemed to have provoked Dylan, and his face became gloomier. This time, without hesitation, he took Charlotte's hand and walked slowly to the dance floor.

The dear daughter of the Rowe family and the most beautiful and powerful man beside her attached everyone's attention in the room. People all stopped what they were doing and appreciated the perfect couple.

The other dancing guests unconsciously moved away from the two people and left the center of the dance floor for them.

By the French window, Savannah was aware of the slight stir among the guests. She turned about, casting her eyes upward toward the dance floor.

She paused and clenched her hands so tightly that every finger-end was stinging.

On the dance floor, Dylan and Charlotte were whirling around like a couple. All the guests and servants feasted their eyes on the beautiful scenery as if it was not Rowe's housewarming dinner tonight but the couple's engagement party.

The spotlights were dim and soft. In the romantic waltz, Dylan's arm was curling around Charlotte's waist, and he occasionally grinned lazily down at her as they danced and talked, whirling and turning in time to the music.

"My sister has loved dancing since she was a young girl. She couldn't sit still every time there's a party like this, and she would look for someone to dance with," said Lionel when he noticed the lost look on Savannah's face.

Lionel was afraid that she would be upset or jealous when Dylan danced with Charlotte instead of coming to her.

A sardonic smile rested on Savannah's lips.

Who was she to be jealous?

This man did not belong to her.

The one he kept in his mind was only the girl who had saved him.

She dared not complain anything when he just danced with another woman, and she could do nothing even if there was an affair between them.

Anyone in the room, including Lionel and his sister, should see that she's not Dylan's real girlfriend.

But...

Even as she clearly knew her place, she was not a good sport about this. The baby in her moved restlessly, and her heart twitched. She turned and avoided looking at the man and woman on the dance floor, but she could not stop the waltz coming into her ears. She could even hear the sweet and soft gurgle of Charlotte.

An unbearable pain pierced her heart. Then, her whole body ached slightly, she had an upset stomach, and she felt dizzy.

She didn't want to lose face on this occasion, but she could not help it. Finally, she raised herself and started toward the bathroom.

Luckily, it was empty. Lionel followed her in and saw her squatting next to the toilet, vomiting. He rushed to her and patted her gently on the back.

The temperature from his warm hand comforted Savannah a little. She rose unsteadily to her feet and was held firmly by Lionel, "I should tell Dylan... "

"No... Don't tell him." Savannah grabbed his arm and held him back.

"Why? You are carrying a baby for him. I'll ask him to take you home first," Lionel frowned and said.

"No, please... It's normal. I've always been sick these days." She didn't want to break up his dancing with Charlotte and make herself look like a jealous troublemaker.

Lionel didn't say more when she insisted. He kept a firm hold on her arm and wanted to help her out of the bathroom.

Savannah moved and subconsciously tried to pull away from his warm and strong arm, "I'm sorry to cause you trouble... I can go myself."

Lionel did not let go of her. He persisted and offered her a helping hand. "No. What if you fainted? Everyone will see at that time."

Savannah let out a little sigh. She straightened her messy hair and tried to look normal. Then held by Lionel, she slowly walked back to the French window and sat down on the sofa again.