Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

Savannah began racing down the stairs, trying not to think of the horrible scenes from the horror films.

She ran so fast and so flustered that she stumbled and gave her ankle a painful wrench.

"Ah!" A sharp cry of pain was wrung out of her. She leaned one arm against the wall, on the point of bursting into tears.

She slowly sat down on the bottom stair, and touched her right ankle with her trembling hand. Her foot was badly swollen, and it hurt terribly when she tried to touch the ground.

In this case, she couldn't walk at all. She was now on the 21st floor, and she had to call a security guard for help.

However, she made several phone calls, and no one answered.

"Oh, no. Bad luck..." Savannah grunted, supported herself on the stair armrest, and tried to get up. She took a tentative step forward, but immediately a burning pain shot through her right foot.

She closed her eyes as she fell down. Unexpectedly, she was supported in time by a pair of unseen arms from behind and then pulled into someone's hot arms.

Stunned for a moment, she screamed and began to struggle hard!

Horror movies popped up in her mind again! Was this a man or a ghost?

The person behind her covered her mouth with a big horny hand to stop her screaming and then gave a gentle laugh.

It was not a ghost, but a living man.

She recovered herself from the shock. But before she could breathe a sigh of relief, an involuntary shudder came to her.

A stranger in such an empty and dark place seemed more terrible than a ghost!

Her eyes widened as she continued screaming…

"Stop it," a familiar male voice came to her ears with the man's breathing.

Dylan?!

Savannah compressed her lips immediately. Though still shocked, she was quite subdued.

After a time, her nature recovered itself. She gently released herself from his arms and stepped backward, keeping some distance from him in the darkness.

"Mr. Sterling? Why are you here?" She asked, panting, with her back against the wall.

It was too dark that she could not see his expression.

"Ah, I worked overtime tonight. The elevators are not available during the blackout, so I have to walk downstairs. I didn't expect to meet you either," he grinned.

Oh? Savannah frowned. Just a coincidence? He happened to work overtime in Zagreb Film today and left at the same time with her?

But she didn't want to talk more with him in this case.

The atmosphere became a little awkward in the quiet darkness.

"Oh. Then go ahead," she said.

"What about you?" Dylan didn't move.

"I..."

She couldn't walk at all at the moment, and if she could, she would not go downstairs with the dangerous man.

"Later. I'll have a rest first. Mr. Sterling, you should go ahead."

"Later? You're not sitting here watching the moon, are you?" Dylan bantered.

Savannah bit her lip and didn't speak.

Dylan chuckled as he advanced a step, squatting down.

She started, and before she knew it, his long warm fingers touched her right ankle.

"Ahh…" she groaned out of pain.

"You seem more likely to fall than others." He chuckled.

Savannah was seized by a strange feeling. Before she could think more, he carried his on her back and continued to descend.

"Oh, no. Mr. Sterling, let me down!" She reacted and moved uneasily on his back.

"Don't move. One more fall, and you could break a bone." Dylan didn't look back.

"You promised me that you would never appear before me again," Savannah said through clenched teeth.

"Miss Schultz, I said I'm here to work. By the way, you're still working for me. So, I'm responsible for my subordinate getting hurt in the company."

She could refuse to take him as her husband, but he was still her absolute boss at the moment.

Savannah found his words irrational, but she didn't know how to refute them.

At last, she gave up struggling and remained silent on his back while he carried her downstairs slowly.

In the darkness, she could hear his heavy breathing and the clanging of his steps, and she could feel her heart beating fast as she locked her arms around his neck.

She hadn't been so close to the man since the night on the cruise boat. She didn't know why but the heat from him reassured her. Though she was still a little nervous, she felt at ease on his back.

Dylan carried her back to the first floor and walked out of the lobby.

Two security guards on duty at the gate recognized Dylan. They were shocked when they saw him carrying a young girl out.

"Mr. Sterling! Why are you here…" They rushed up in a hurry.

Why was the boss here in the middle of the night? Who was the girl on his back? Why did he carry the small employee downstairs?

The little employee seemed to have hurt her foot.

Wait, which floor were they from?

Meanwhile, Garwood, who had been waiting for Mr. Sterling outside for a long time, came in. He was surprised to see his boss go down with Miss Schultz on his back.

Savannah flushed with embarrassment. She struggled to get down, but Dylan still tied her tightly against his back. He glanced at the two security guards coldly.

"Why not go to inform the staff on each floor before cutting the power of the elevator? Don't you know there's still someone at work?" Dylan snapped at them.

"We're sorry, Sir. It's our fault." Two security guards said apologetically, "Is this young lady all right?"

"You should thank god she's alright." Dylan's voice was even colder.

"I'm fine," Savannah said quickly, "thank you, Mr. Sterling. I can go myself."

With that, she struggled to jump off the ground, limping off the office building.

With a sharp look in his eyes, Dylan ran after her, picked her up from behind, and walked away.

The two security guards were startled.

"Keep your mouth closed if you don't want to get fired!" Garwood looked at two security guards gravely.

"Yes. Mr. Garwood!"

***

Dylan carried Savannah into the back seat of his car, got in with her, and closed the door behind him.

"What do you want to do? I'm gonna go!" Savannah awoke from her shock and stared at him.

Without a word, he grasped her slender ankle with one hand and peeled back her trouser leg. Under the interior lights, he saw clearly that her right ankle was swollen and red.

He rested her right foot on his lap and then leaned forward, reaching for something under the dashboard. He took a small box back and opened it.