Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

Judy said she went to the hospital to see a new mother today. Why so tired?

Was it because she was too busy attending JK's publicity activities recently?

He strode down the steps and saw Savannah curled up in the rear seat of the SUV, her arms folded across her chest with a pillow, her face as red as an apple.

She was sleeping like a log.

"Sir, should I wake Miss Schultz up?" Asked the bodyguard.

"No." Dylan, still staring at Savannah, raised his arm as a signal for the bodyguard to leave.

Lowering his head, the bodyguard turned and left.

Dylan pulled the door open and unlocked the seatbelt from Savannah.

The little woman murmured as she stirred in her sleep unconsciously. But to Dylan, it was like an invisible and natural temptation.

His breathing was ragged slightly. Taking a breath, Dylan leaned over and raised her in his arms, walking into the villa.

"Sir, Miss Schultz…" Judy came out of the kitchen with the food, watching Dylan carrying Savannah upstairs in surprise.

"She's asleep," Dylan said quietly.

"Oh. The dinner... "

"Please take it up later." Dylan took Savannah upstairs, went straight to his bedroom, and laid her on the bed.

***

When Savannah opened her eyes, it was all dark outside. She rubbed her eyes and got up. Did she fall asleep in the car?

Wait, she was in Dylan's bedroom?

How did she sleep in his bed?

"You wake up." A flat, toneless voice came.

Savannah looked up. Dylan was sitting on the leather sofa nearby. On the table next to the sofa stood a dim lamp. The light was at its lowest level in order not to affect her sleep.

Savannah jumped out of bed and stammered, "you… why are you here? No… I mean…"

She had just woken from a deep sleep that she could not articulate her words.

"You fell asleep in the car." Dylan stood up, outlined in the light of the lamp. He walked up to her, fixing his gaze on her face, and then raised his hand to tuck one of the escaped tendrils of her hair behind her ear. "Didn't you spend a whole day in the hospital with your friend? Why are you so tired?"

The seemingly random act was full of ambiguity. Savannah felt her ear touched by him burning, and the color upon her cheeks spread over her face and neck. For some reason, she did not avoid his touch as she used to.

"Well. I went to see Olivia's cousin. She had just given birth and was left unattended. Olivia and I stayed in the hospital all day. Probably I just felt too tired after a whole day working, so I fell asleep." She looked like a kitten to be pitied.

Dylan narrowed his eyes. She didn't dodge what she always did before. This change made strange muscles deep in his belly clench suddenly. However, she looked so tired and hadn't had dinner yet. It was not a good time to take her now.

He moved closer to her, whispering in her ear, "You are not allowed to work yourself so hard in the future. Your energy should be spent on your man."

All her care should be given to him. He could not tolerate her giving her time and energy to others, even women.

He wanted to capture all her attention.

Savannah felt his warmth and inhaled his unique scent. She could even feel something against her belly… Her heartbeat quickened, and her face flushed.

Subconsciously, she raised her hand and gently pushed him away, for fear that he couldn't hold down his desire. Then she quickly changed the subject, "well, Lily… I heard that she was beaten black and blue and lost her jobs. Was that done by you?"

"Well, yes." Dylan straightened up and didn't deny.

She gasped slightly.

"What's the matter? You don't pity her, do you?" Dylan frowned.

"No." She shook her head, "everyone should be responsible for what he or she has done. She reaped the fruits of her action. I just didn't think you could be so tough on women."

"The one who hurt you shall pay for it. I don't care if they're men or women," answered Dylan, coldly, and then his expression relaxed, "eat your dinner first."

With that, he went to the door and called Judy downstairs.

"I'm awake. I can go down and eat. Keep your bedroom clean." Savannah felt like she was a pet held by him in his hand. But she was not so spoiled that her food should be carried to her room. Judy would joke with her!

"No. You sit on the couch." Dylan ordered.

In a moment, Judy went upstairs with the hot meal. She put it on the table and left.

Today's dinner was chicken pot pie and beef stew, which looked very delicious.

Savannah, under his gaze, began to eat slowly.

Dylan was an eager workaholic, never staying idle. Sitting on the couch opposite her, he was reading company papers with his laptop on his lap.

Savannah ate her food, and her glance fell upon him.

To be honest, Dylan was really charming and attractive when he focused on his business with an important air.

Her mouth enjoyed the food while her eyes enjoyed the man.

When he looked up and almost caught her peeping, she hurriedly lowered her head, pretending to concentrate on the food.

When finished eating, Savannah put down her fork and wiped her mouth.

Dylan was making a call, telling his secretary to hand over some official business to Mr. Yontz.

Savannah remembered what she saw on Donna's cell phone in the hospital, paused, and asked, with a show of carelessness, "Henley is still the general manager of the Sterling Group, isn't he?"

"Yes. Why do you suddenly ask about him?" Dylan looked up.

"Nothing... I just heard you mention him."

"Since Henley and Susan got married, he has been in charge of the purchasing department at the Sterling Group."

"The salary and benefit of the purchasing department should be very good, right?" Savannah asked. Although Henley was old Sterling's son-in-law, he almost had no right to speak in the Sterling's house, and the right of the finance must be in Susan's hands. However, since Donna could live in such a good house and an expensive hospital, Henley should have a fat salary.