Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

If it weren't for the responsibility, the baby, and his father's request, would he be in such a dilemma? Would he choose Charlotte?

After Dylan came back from Chicago, he did not explain anything to her. Was he so confident and thought that she would believe him without reserve?

Charlotte was not aggressive or provoking as Garcia expected. Instead, she said every word with sincerity. But her words were like deadly arrows, which could easily do her harm. It sounded as if she and Dylan loved each other, but they could not be with each other because of many misunderstandings. Now, she was willing to quit because she didn't want Dylan to be embarrassed.

That's interesting. Savannah smiled coldly. She pressed her fingers together, convulsively. The dull pain in her belly came again, and her face became pale and whiter.

"Miss Schultz, are you all right?" Charlotte looked at her with concern.

"I'm fine," Savannah said calmly as she covered her belly with her hands. "Finished? If that's what you want to say, okay, I know it. Can I leave now?"

Charlotte paused and then stood up, "I'll see you out."

"No, thanks." Savannah glanced at the juice on the table, took out some cash, and put it on the table.

"I'll pay." Charlotte frowned slightly.

"No, Miss Rowe. We're not friends, and I don't think we're good enough to share morning tea." Savannah said quietly.

Not only morning tea. She had no interest in sharing anything with her, including her man.

When Devin was seduced by Valerie and betrayed her, she chose to leave him. Now it was the same.

She could force herself to forget the girl in Dylan's mind before, but when the girl appeared in their life and even wanted to take her man, by no way could she ignore her anymore. Besides, Dylan cared for his dream girl so much that every time she needed him, he would leave his wife for her…

Savannah left without another glance at Charlotte.

Out of the café, Savannah stood at the door in a trance for a long time. The wind was getting stronger and hurt her eyes. She touched her face and found it bedewed by tears.

Garcia gave a few cries in the car. Savannah didn't react until she got off the car and walked to her. She quickly wiped away the tears and walked to Garcia.

"Savannah, what did that woman say to you? Is she too aggressive?" Before getting in the car, Garcia grabbed Savannah and whispered.

"No." Savannah shook her head.

"No? Didn't she say that she was Mr. Sterling's true love and ask you to leave him?" Garcia asked in doubt. Miss Rowe was said to be Mr. Sterling's savior and had been looking for Mr. Sterling for a long time. She must have feelings for Mr. Sterling, otherwise, she would not have asked him to see her just before his wedding with Savannah. What else could she want to see Savannah for?

Savannah took a breath. Charlotte was not aggressive, and she even apologized to her. But in fact, she kept saying how hard it was for Dylan and suggested Savannah take the initiative to leave.

Charlotte was much more scheming than she looked.

She pretended to be poor and looked as if she was the one who got hurt.

Seeing her silence, Garcia didn't dare ask more.

When Savannah got home, she went upstairs and closed the door. Then she took out the diamond ring and the wedding license from the drawer.

The remembrance of his proposing made her throat choke.

Did he regret it?

Would he be pleased if she returned him the paper and the ring?

The phone rang and brought Savannah's thoughts back. She looked at the screen, her heart beating.

"Hello," she answered the phone and found herself hoarse.

"Savannah? What's wrong?" Dylan could hear that her voice was gone.

"Nothing. I've got a sore throat." Savannah murmured.

"Is it cold? Tell Sophie to call Dr. Joe." Dylan became tense at once.

It sounded sweet at other times. But Savannah was not happy at all. She wondered if he worried about her because of love or responsibility. Would he be more nervous when Charlotte was hoarse in front of him right now?

Dylan, however, knew nothing about what his little wife was thinking about. He was a good businessman, but he was really not good at feelings. So, of course, he didn't know that "nothing" had an entirely different meaning in woman-language than it did in man-language.

"Maybe it's because I ate some spicy food at noon," Savannah said.

"You'd better not eat too much spicy food," he said gently.

"I like eating spicy food recently." She muttered. She hoped that he could sense her mood changes, but Dylan didn't.

He paused for a moment and said pleasantly, "I heard from Judy that the baby might be a girl if his mother likes spicy food."

In fact, the gender of the unborn baby could be determined early. Old Sterling didn't ask the doctor to test it, and Dylan never mentioned it.

Savannah knew that old Sterling wanted a grandson, but she didn't know whether Dylan liked a boy or a girl. At the moment, he seemed to prefer a daughter.

"Why? You don't like a girl?" Dylan lowered his voice.

"How about you? Do you really like a girl?" She tried to pull herself together.

"Yeah." He wanted a little princess as beautiful and pink as the little woman was.

"But…but I like boys. Because I don't want to share you with another girl." She meant more than she said.

With a silent smile, he teased, "are you jealous of your own kids?"

"No... I'm joking." Savannah murmured.

Just then, someone knocked at the office door, and there came a secretary's voice over the phone.

"I'll come back late today," Dylan said softly.

"Hold on, Dylan..." Savannah gripped the phone tightly.

"Huh?"

"If I want to marry you now, I…I want the ceremony tomorrow, would you agree?" Savannah bit her lip and said slowly.

If he agreed, she would not believe Charlotte and would stop making blind conjectures.

Now she just wanted an answer.