Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

"Help me? Keep your seat, please." Dylan gave her a glance with a slight smile on his lips.

Savannah blushed. Damn, he can cook, what's up with that?

However, it was really a shame that she couldn't even equal this versatile chief executive in cooking skills.

Twenty minutes later, Dylan came out with two plates of pineapple fried rice, which looked attractive and delicious.

There was only one pineapple and some rice leftover.

Dylan simply cut the pineapple and cooked a fruit meal with the fruit and rice.

Savannah tasted a spoonful of rice and loved it immediately. She looked up at him in disbelief.

This man could be a Michelin chef instead of the CEO of a company!

Simple, unadulterated dishes, such as the spaghetti last time and the fried rice today, best exemplified a chef's cooking skill.

By contrast, what the hell was it that she cooked on that table!

Though ashamed, Savannah dug into the rice heartily. She even made away with the last piece of pineapple on the plate.

Dylan daintily ate the food, and as usual, he didn't eat much. He felt satisfied to see the little woman eating with an appetite, so his eyes rested on her with tenderness.

After they finished, Savannah took the initiative to undertake the duty of cleaning the dishes. She put the plates in the dishwasher, washed her hands, and then came out. In the living room, Dylan was sitting on the sofa, watching TV with his long legs crossed.

Under the quietness and warmth of the lamp, Dylan looked calm and enigmatic.

Just one day ago, they were in a cold war.

Out of wrath, he punished her, but after that, he tried to make up with her step by step.

So, had they reconciled with each other?

Savannah was distraught and unaware of his approach.

"What are you thinking?" He grasped her hair tie, pulled it free, and gasped as her hair cascaded down around her shoulders.

After the housework, Savannah was still in an apron, her pure face was inexplicable and straightforward. She looked like a virtuous wife and a fine mother.

She was perfectly fit to be his baby's mother.

Thinking of this, his eyes flared. He put his arms around her and hauled her against his body, squeezing her tightly.

"Don't do that… we'll be seen…" Savannah moaned as he leaned down and kissed her.

"Be seen by whom? Judy is not here." His voice was husky and demanding.

Oh, she forgot… He had sent Judy away. It must've been on purpose when he gave Judy the day off.

"You haven't answered my question yet." He sounded a little displeased.

"Oh?" Stunned, she bit her lip and said, "Nothing... I was just wondering… if we have made up yet?"

Have they made up? It sounded like they had been fighting like kids.

Dylan laughed. "Isn't making up good? Would you prefer it if I were still angry and going to punish you again?"

The word "punish" had a deep meaning.

Her face inexplicably burned, but she still plucked up courage and whispered, "Now, even if we have made up with each other, I am afraid you will get annoyed again if the most important problem is not solved…"

In this case, she and he could not reach an agreement at all, so they might still quarrel in the future.

Tonight, she wanted to make it clear to him.

She really could not have a baby for him.

Dylan turned pale, of course, he knew what she was talking about.

She was saying that he had been pressing her for a baby.

He did not respond.

The atmosphere in the room shifted abruptly, becoming tense.

Savannah's heart had picked up a beat. She stared down at her fingers, waiting for his anger to gain. She guessed he might force her as what he did yesterday.

She was even ripe for running.

Fortunately, after a long silence, Dylan wasn't annoyed. He just took her by the hand and led her to the sofa.

Sitting nervously opposite him, Savannah did not know what he was going to do. Dylan let out a sigh, and finally, his hand moved. He took a familiar gum box and pushed it across the coffee table to her.

She gazed at the gum box with staring eyes.

The gum box in which she put the pills?

"This is the box I asked Judy to find in your bag. I know that you hid your pills in it. Now, take it back." Said Dylan quietly, sitting on the opposite sofa.

"What...what do you mean?"

"If you don't want to have a baby now, you won't. I will never force you again."

Savannah couldn't believe her ears. Did he change his mind?

She must be imagining things!

"You...you really mean it?" She stammered.

Dylan nodded slightly. "Yes, I wanted a child to fight for power, but after thinking it over, I realized I don't need a child to prove my position with my father. I know my ability. Besides, I know nothing forcibly done is going to be agreeable. Dylan Sterling's son must be the most excellent one. You have been unwilling to get pregnant, and under such pressure, the baby you have will be of bad quality. It is better not to have it."

Bad quality? Well, whatever. Savannah gave a long sigh of relief.

She was almost crying for joy.

At last, he thought it through!

She reached out to take the box of pills.

"But I have one request, too." Dylan interrupted her.

Savannah's heart instantly sank. Did he go back on his word?

Dylan continued, "The current contraceptives on the market are all in a mess, and most of them are bad for your health. After you finish this box of pills, ask Jacob to get more. After all, he's a doctor, he knows the drugs, and he'll give you the pill that has little negative effects on female physiology."

Savannah, of course, knew the side-effects of the pill. It would cause menstrual disorder, gynecological diseases, or even infertility.

She could ask for nothing better than if such a great professor like Jacob could help her with that.

But...

Why was the man so good that he not only allowed her to take the pill but also helped her choose the pill?

"Why..." She murmured.

Dylan guessed her doubts and said, "How can you serve me when you're sick?"

Shit, after all, it was for himself! She pursed her lips and asked no more questions.

Dylan looked at the clock and arose from the sofa, ready to leave for business.

Savannah felt relieved and sent him to the porch.

Dylan frowned at her happy face, "You seem quite delighted to know I am not staying tonight?"