Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

Was he willing to be a workaholic? Of course not.

His father did not allow him to go to Sterling's house these days for fear that he would be unable to resist the urge and make Savannah too tired. He could only focus on business affairs so that the time would pass quickly.

Well, just one more day.

He picked up the phone and called Savannah.

Knowing that Mr. Sterling wanted to talk with Miss Schultz in private, Garwood smiled and left the room.

"Hello?" Savannah seemed to have just woken up, and her voice was husky and soft through the phone.

She was very somnolent during pregnancy. Sometimes she took a nap after lunch but didn't wake up until the evening.

"Another afternoon of sleep, piggy?" Dylan's voice was playfully soft.

"I'm not a piggy," she pouted, "you're!"

Dylan could imagine how Savannah looked over the phone--- even sleepy she must look gamine and gorgeous in a thin lacy nightdress, and her red pouty lips waiting for his kiss...

The mere thought of the scene made him breathing with compelling need.

He could see her after one day, but now he felt that every minute of the remaining thirty more hours was hard for him.

On the other end of the wire, Savannah struggled up onto her knees when she heard his ragged breath, "Dylan?"

"Baby, I want to see you," He ordered gently, "Video chat."

He wanted to see her, and he couldn't wait.

"Ah?" Savannah was puzzled for a second, "We saw each other yesterday..."

"I miss you, let me see you," his voice was soft, cajoling.

The little woman hesitated, "But I'm wearing a nightdress, and I haven't combed my hair."

She still cared about her image in front of him...

"I'm your husband, baby, just do what you're told." Dylan continued.

Finally, Savannah bit her teeth and answered the video chat.

On the screen, her delicate outline appeared, lighting his eyes.

As he had expected, she wore a thin strapless nightdress. Her long seaweed thick hair fell in soft waves to her breasts and down her white shoulders.

What made him more excited was her position now-- she was kneeling on the bed, holding the phone in both hands, ready to fix the phone on the shelf. He could see her full breasts through her dress, and her nipples… Of course, she didn't wear a bra when she slept.

This position made him almost burst.

Savannah adjusted the camera of the mobile phone, backing off a little, and then she saw the salacious smile on his face. Blushing, she rolled her eyes at him and put a cardigan on.

"The day after tomorrow," Dylan said softly, "Are you nervous?"

Savannah nodded, "A little."

Not a little. In fact, she was very, very nervous.

The closer she was to the wedding day, the more she feared. She feared that happiness was just a dream.

Did she really deserve to have such happiness, deserve to have this man?

Those who chased after him were all rich young ladies like Miss White and Miss Rowe.

What was she?

She had no powerful family behind her, poorly educated, and she was even an orphan.

What's more, she was not like her cousin Valerie, who had the ambition to fight for her own happiness.

Dylan, sensing her unease, leaned closer to the screen and said, "I'll tell you a secret." An enigmatic smile crossed the man's handsome face.

"What is it?" Savannah forgot her nervousness and asked in curiosity.

"I'm a little nervous too," he tried to keep his tone serious so as not to be laughed at by her.

He was not going to say it, but seeing her unsettling, he wanted to share his feeling with her and put her at ease.

Savannah took a breath, and then she plucked up the courage to ask him the question in her heart, "Dylan, are you really sure?"

He raised his eyebrows and looked at her.

"I mean... Are you sure you want to marry me? I'm not as good as the ladies from those good families. My father's just a businessman when he was still alive, and the Schultz family is not as rich as your family. Now I have nothing. I've no parents, no family background, no property, and I'm not even graduated from a famous university like other girls. I'm completely unhelpful to your future and career. If you regret it… it's not too late." She bit her lip to articulate her faults.

The more she said, the less confident she was.

She was almost nothing to the man.

Though she knew her low position before, she had never thought lightly of herself or looked down upon herself.

But she was so self-abased in front of him that she couldn't believe he would really marry her.

Was it because she liked him too much, so she was swayed by considerations of gain and loss?

And she was always afraid that she did not deserve him.

"I didn't marry a career helper or a business partner." After a long pause, Dylan said softly over the screen. The worried look on her made his heart constricting. "What's more, don't say you have nothing. You own the house in Green Bay, and you're also the boss of Schultz's factory. Do you know how hard it's for a young girl to own a house in LA? Are you so contemptuous of yourself as a little hostess?"

Savannah's nose suddenly stung. All she had were given to him.

His voice continued to come through the phone, "by the way, how do you like UCLA?"

"UCLA?" The most famous university in LA? Savannah stopped breathing, "what do you mean?"

"I suggest you think about which major you want to take earlier. There're lots of choices, and you'd better choose one before the school opens." "He said with a cool smile.

"I... can I go to UCLA?" Savannah's voice shook with emotion.

After her graduation from high school, Dalton and Norah prohibited her from going to college, saying that they could only afford Valerie's tuition fee due to the financial burden and would not allow her to continue her study. She cried secretly for several days. Now, was there really a chance for her to go to UCLA?