Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

His features were even fairer against the street-light. Her heart beat faster, and her breath quickened as he approached.

"What do you want?" His voice was colder than the night.

Savannah laughed at herself, inwardly. He came to see her not because his heart had softened. She calmed down and said, "you know, I want to go back to Zagreb Film."

"I said, no. Now, get out of here," said Dylan impatiently.

"I won't go back until you promise," she looked at him.

Dylan took a few steps forward, looking at her in a condescending attitude. Savannah trembled slightly under his cold eyes. Before she could react, he pinched her jaw with his fingers and said in a chilling voice,

"Savannah, you're so shameless for a job?"

You're so shameless…

He was right. She was shameless. But for her father's justice, she didn't mind being looked down upon by him as long as she could give the Rowe family a lesson.

"I just want to get my job back. It's your right to refuse me, and it's my right to wait." Savannah did not struggle but looked up at him with an air of neutral calm.

"Whatever," he said, with a sneering look on his face.

Then he turned around and walked towards the villa, leaving the wind and rain to her.

Judy was surprised to see him come back alone. Looking out of the window, she found Savannah still standing alone at the door.

"Sir, Savannah…" She thought Mr. Sterling would take Savannah in.

"Since she likes to stand in the rain, let her be. Don't give her an umbrella or ask her in!" Dylan snapped, knowing that Judy always called about Savannah. With that, he went upstairs with a dark face.

Judy could only swallow the words.

Dylan returned to the bedroom and slammed the door. Outside the window, the rain grew louder, splattering on the window, and made Dylan more annoyed. He took a glance at the direction of the gate.

The little woman still stood silently in the wind and rain. She turned up her coat collar against the cold wind, but she couldn't stop the rain from hitting her face, her body shivering silently as if she would be blown down the next moment.

Dylan took his eyes back and drew the curtains.

Out of sight and out of mind!

He went to bed and closed his eyes, but he found it was so difficult to sleep.

He tumbled restlessly in his bed, his mood fretting with impatience.

Damn it.

***

When the rain grew worse, it was hard to see anything distinctly in the gathering gloom. Even the security guards patrolling the residential area had gone back to their security booth.

Savannah did not know what time it was. Her whole body was frozen and numb by the cold wind and rain. Before, she knew to stomp her feet to keep warm, but slowly, her nose and cheeks became completely numb. The rain-drops were still falling, large and heavy, and she could hardly keep her eyes open.

She was soaked through, and her shoes felt like small ponds full of water.

For a moment, she thought it would be better to go back, but she remembered her father and gritted her teeth.

When she wondered how much longer she could wait, she made out a dim shape in the gloom. She rubbed her eyes and saw the figure holding an umbrella, approaching her.

Dylan stopped in front of the little woman. She looked so deadly pale, like a poor kitten, that no vestige of color was to be seen in her face.

"Crazy girl," he mumbled, gnashing his teeth.

Savannah's eyes lit up.

He finally came out. She did not stand all night in vain.

She tried to make herself smile, but her legs pained, and there was a mist before her eyes--she passed out.

Dylan threw an arm around her waist quickly and pulled her into his arms so that she didn't fall. He touched her feverish head, frowning, and then immediately picked her up, striding into the villa.

***

In the master's bedroom, the second floor

Under the care of Judy, Savannah changed into a clean dress and took some medicine. In the soft, warm bed, she raised herself on her elbows, "thank you…"

She felt extreme familiarity and closeness towards the middle-aged woman in front of her. She also knew that three years ago, she had spent many days with Judy, who treated her as her daughter.

"Not at all, have a good rest," Judy said softly, and her eyes were red.

Savannah nodded weakly, looking down at her nightdress, "Judy, the dress..."

"This is yours. You left a lot of clothes when you lived here three years ago, and the things you used in your daily life are all still here," Judy said softly.

Just then, the bedroom door opened, and Dylan came in.

"Sir, Savannah has taken some medicine. If it doesn't work out later, I'll call Dr. Joe." Judy said and closed the door as she left.

The air in the bedroom became hostile and unfathomable.

He looked quietly at the little woman huddled up in bed. Her face became a little rosy after a hot bath, and she changed into a white silk nightdress, like a beautiful lily.

"You can sleep here today. I'll ask the driver to take you back tomorrow morning," Dylan said drily and turned to leave.

Savannah bit her lip, jumped out of bed with all her strength, rushing to him. She threw her arms around his waist from behind, pressing herself tightly against him!

In an instant, he was frozen. Her arms folded so tightly around his waist, like vines, that he couldn't free himself for a moment.

Her body was delicate, and her bosom so soft against his back, gently alluring him.

He held back the heat from his lower abdomen and clutched his hand.

"Why? You have a boyfriend and are still so close to other men. Does your boyfriend know you're so frivolous? For a job, Miss Schultz?" He said with insulting sarcasm.

"I know I shouldn't have said those hurtful words to you... I didn't want to... Can't you forgive me? Don't go, please..." She spoke piteously with her last reserves of strength. With that, she collapsed as her energy finally gave out and fell down on the carpet.