Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

"Oh? He's getting closer to you, and he'll never hurt you?" Savannah looked at Charlotte, who was still deceiving herself, and then she took one step forward to her, lowering her voice, with an evil smile, "why not have a try?"

"What do you mean?" Charlotte moved back a pace. Savannah's strange smile filled her with foreboding. Meanwhile, the noise of horses' hooves and the whispering voices of two men was apparent, approaching them. Dylan and the owner of the racetrack were back.

Savannah's smile still lingered on her face, but she suddenly grasped the dog leach in Charlotte's hand and gave a pull!

The dog, startled, began to scream at Savannah!

Savannah took two steps back, slid down the pole, and sat down on the ground, her smile turning to horror.

"No! Miss Rowe, stop it... I'm afraid of dogs..." She cried in fear.

Charlotte, stunned, understood what she wanted to do. But before she had time to respond, Dylan had heard the cry and saw the scene in the pavilion. His face changed, and he hurriedly jumped from the horse, rushing to Savannah. He growled Saint Bernard away and helped Savannah up, sat her on the bench carefully.

"Are you alright? Did you get bitten anywhere?" He asked worriedly.

"I'm fine," Savannah shook her head, but a tear ran down and trickled from the end of her nose. She looked afraid, still quivering with fear.

Charlotte stood there in a daze when Dylan gave her a stern look.

"Dylan, don't get me wrong, I didn't unleash the dog..." she explained hastily.

"Shut up. What are you doing here? Go back!" Dylan's eyes turned cold.

Charlotte shivered, knowing that her explanation was utterly unconvincing. Saint Bernard was on her leash, and now Savannah was frightened by it. Who else could it be? What's more, Dylan was well aware of her feud with Savannah, and he must think that she deliberately used the dog to scare her.

For the first time in Charlotte's life, she was wronged by Dylan. She looked at him helplessly, a strangled feeling in her throat, and her face reddened with a grievance. Now no matter what she said, she could not make any sense.

"I want to go..." Savannah stood up, balancing herself on Dylan's arm. Dylan didn't look at Charlotte again. He turned and picked Savannah up in his arms.

Charlotte's eyes burned with resentment, and the owner of the racecourse also looked over in surprise.

"Let me go," Savannah struggled slightly in his arms.

"Get in my car and let me see if you get hurt," Dylan didn't care who was watching. He held her tightly in his arms, striding to the parking lot.

Savannah didn't say anything more. She put her arms around Dylan's neck and curled up in his arms like a cat, her eyes shining like arrows on Charlotte, who was trembling with a pale face.

It was terrible to be misunderstood by the man she loved, right?

But even so, Charlotte hadn't paid for what she had done to her. If it were not for Lionel that rainy day, she might be killed in the car.

Well, it was impossible for Charlotte to pay off. Her family killed her dad!

Today, it was just a small punishment.

She wouldn't make life easy for everyone in the Rowe family.

***

Royal Villa

Charlotte locked herself in her room after she got home.

Lionel was busy in the company, and Ethan accompanied Joanne to the hospital for a regular examination. Only Granny Rowe was at home. She stood at the door of Charlotte's bedroom and comforted her for a long time but received no response. At last, she asked a servant to break the door open, for fear that her granddaughter might do some silly things again.

When she hurriedly went in, she saw Charlotte sitting silently on the bed with her back to the door.

"My darling," Granny Rowe sighed with relief as she walked to the bedside, "what the hell is going on? Didn't you go to the racetrack to meet Dylan? What's it?"

However, Charlotte was still stupefied and unresponsive. Granny Rowe pulled her back, only to see that her granddaughter's eyes were swollen with weeping.

"What's up? Did you have a fight with Dylan?" Granny Rowe said worriedly.

"Grandma!" Charlotte cried into her grandmother's arms, complaining of her grievance. "I ran into Savannah at the racetrack, and she pretended to be frightened by my dog! Dylan thought I bullied her. He was so angry that he asked me to get out and refused to listen to my explanation. Grandma, how could he treat me like that?"

Granny Rowe's face turned sullen. It seemed that she had underestimated that cheeky girl! Now she was determined to step in between Charlotte and Dylan, and even meant to get Dylan back!

Oh, how could such a saucy fatherless girl compete with her dear granddaughter Charlotte?

"Baby, don't cry. Dylan was probably fooled by her. Don't worry, I'll help you get the man you love." Granny Rowe narrowed her eyes.

* * *

The Sterling's house

"Mr. Sterling, welcome back."

With the servants' respectful greetings, Dylan got off the car and threw the key to a servant.

Old Sterling called him this afternoon and asked him to go back after work.

He walked to the living room and sat down opposite his father on the couch. A maid handed over a cup of hot coffee to him.

"It's old Mrs. Rowe's birthday this weekend. She called and invited us to go to the Royal Villa together. Well, a noisy party doesn't suit old men like me. Why don't you go and send a gift to her for me?" Old Sterling knew his son went to the Rowe family for dinner several times recently, so he didn't think there was anything wrong with his suggestion.

"I have too much business in the company. Let's talk about it later." Dylan didn't want to go.

Old Sterling frowned, "no matter how much business you have, you must go! Old Mrs. Rowe called in person, it's impolite to refuse her."

Dylan pondered for a few seconds and finally nodded.

***

Savannah had just finished her work when she received a call from Joanne.

Since Savannah was determined to stay in LA, Joanne called her every day. She cared for her diet and life and sometimes asked her to come to the Rowe family for dinner, but she never agreed. Now and then, she would send a servant to bring her a lot of food and clothes as if to make up for her lost maternal love.

Although Savannah hated the Rowe family, she knew that her mother didn't know about the whole thing.

After these days, her complaints and anger towards Joanne gradually mollified.

"You should take care of yourself too," Savannah said softly, "you sound tired. Have more rest."

It was a great relief for Joanne to receive concern from her daughter. She smiled heartily and said, "This weekend is my mother-in-law's birthday, and I helped to arrange it, so I'm a little tired. But it doesn't matter. By the way, Savannah, would you like to come to the birthday party in Royal Villa this weekend?"