Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

Lionel was still worried about her. He asked a servant to get a glass of lemon water from the kitchen and handed it to her. "Hot lemonade. It will prevent nausea and vomiting."

The water was warm. Savannah took a big mouthful and felt much better. She smiled at Lionel gratefully.

Lionel felt relieved when she saw the color come back to her little face. Savannah was, in all probability, his sister.

If his stepmother knew that her dear daughter was suffering from the pain of pregnancy for a man as his mistress, she would certainly feel pain.

Pity stirred in Lionel's heart when he saw the girl who might be his sister looking so sad for a man. He pulled her hair, so it's off her forehead, and then he took the empty cup in her hand away and said, "if you still feel uncomfortable, you can go to the guest room upstairs and have a rest. I'll tell Dylan when he's going to leave."

Savannah didn't have much experience in relationships, but she had met a variety of men in her work, and she could see if a man was a real gentleman or a small man who had a purpose.

Well, Lionel was obviously not that kind of guy.

He really cared about her, and he wanted nothing from her.

He was considerate and attentive, and he always took care of her for fear that she would be embarrassed or uncomfortable.

She didn't know why Lionel cared for her in a special way, but she didn't think too much about it. Maybe Lionel was born to be a gentleman who cared for girls.

Under Lionel's soft gaze, she got up and followed him upstairs.

Meanwhile, in the middle of the dance floor, the music did not end. The clouds again settled upon Dylan's face. Unconsciously He clenched Charlotte's waist more firmly, his cool eyes following the little woman.

The man and woman next to the French window disappeared a few minutes ago, and when he looked up again, he saw the two people back. Lionel held Savannah back to the sofa and handed water to her in person. What's more, the little woman did not refuse the care of him. She even enjoyed Lionel's help and smiled at him.

Dylan was roused to anger but still wondering if there was any wrong with Savannah. He was about to let go of Charlotte and came to her when he saw her following Lionel up the stairs.

It was enough to see them acting in such an intimate way, and now they even went upstairs alone?

What did they want to do?

"Dylan?" Charlotte felt pain on her waist by his grip and noticed the misdirection of his dance moves.

Before she could say more, Dylan had loosened her waist and strode off the dance floor to the stairs.

***

In the guest room on the second floor

Savannah sat on the soft bed and said to Lionel gratefully, "All right. Don't worry about me. I'll take a rest and go downstairs soon."

Lionel nodded. Before he left, he looked around and picked up a long pillow, "you'll feel better with this pillow."

His thoughtful action warmed Savannah's heart again, "thank you, Lionel…"

Before she finished, the door was thrown open with a bang!

Dylan strode in with a dark face, his sharp eyes resting on Lionel, who had just punched the pillow behind Savannah and had not straightened up.

From Dylan's view, Savannah was half-lying in bed, and Lionel was about to brace her.

Before Savannah reacted, Dylan strode over, grabbed her on her wrist, and pulled her up against him. Savannah bumped into his arms, and then she was dragged to the door by Dylan.

Lionel rushed forward, "Dylan, Savannah's feeling sick just now. I just took her to the guest room to have a rest..."

But before he finished, Dylan turned abruptly, urging Lionel to move over to the wall, and then he thumped to Lionel with his fist.

Savannah gasped as Dylan's first hit on the wall next to Lionel's face!

"If you still want to do business safely in LA, remember whose place you're on," warned Dylan sharply, his voice cold and inimical.

His anger at Lionel finally erupted like a volcano.

This blow was only a warning.

Next time, he would smash this gentleman's face!

Savannah trembled at Dylan's murderous rage and turned pale, crying at his back, "Dylan, let go of him! He just sent me upstairs to rest!"

Dylan sneered and looked at Savannah, "it's none of your business. Get back to the car!"

Savannah bit her lip and clenched her fist. "No. I'll go back myself!" With that, she turned and ran out of the room.

"Go and get her back!" Lionel was worried, "she's pregnant! What if anything happens to her?"

Dylan got more annoyed. Savannah was his woman! What made Lionel so worried? Didn't he care too much about Savannah?

Shooting a sharp look at Lionel, Dylan left the room in a hurry.

Afraid that Dylan would scold Savannah later, Lionel shouted behind him, "she threw up very badly just now, so I accompanied her to the bathroom, and then upstairs to rest! I was going to tell you, but she told me not to disturb you."

Dylan paused but did not turn, then he quickened his pace.

***

After running out of the villa, Savannah panted and slowed down, walking along the quiet road. She was not very strong as she was before pregnancy. Minutes later, she heard the car horn behind her.

Turning around, Savannah saw Dylan coming up in his car. Through the window, his pretty face was frosty and purple with rage.

Savannah turned back and pretended not to see him, walking on.

The sound of the car horn sounded again and again.

Dylan's face darkened even more.

The car screeched to a halt.

He pushed open the car door and rushed up to catch Savannah. He seized her wrist and pulled her back, "get in!"

"I said, I can go back by myself." She tried to shake his hand off but failed.

"Do you really have to go against me?" He scowled and pretended to lift her up. He knew the little woman was so thin-skinned that she did not like him to touch her in public.