Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

During the examination, Savannah kept quiet and didn't bat an eyelid. It seemed that she hadn't recovered sufficiently from the shock. She could have fallen off the window if Dylan hadn't come in time!

After a while, Jacob straightened up and said, "Savannah is fine. She's just a little scared. If you're still worried, take her to the hospital for a fetal ultrasound examination tomorrow."

Dylan's face relaxed a little, but then his hand went up to cover his left forearm as he screwed up his face in pain.

Jacob looked at Dylan in his direction and found bruises on his forearm. "You hurt?" he asked in surprise.

Savannah raised her glance to Dylan's arm. Did he hurt himself when he protected her?

"It's okay. You can go back first. Thank you, Jacob." Dylan said. Jacob was not an accoucheur

, but he helped a lot.

"Your ankle began to swell. How can it be okay? I'll take a look." Jacob went over and raised Dylan's arm slightly. A wince of pain appeared on Dylan's face.

"Looks bad. Let's go to the hospital." Jacob said with concern.

"No, it's not broken. It's just injured by twisting." Dylan moved his arm gently, "there's plenty of medicine here. Look whether you can find any useful one and help me with some ointment."

Dylan motioned Jacob to go out with him. It seemed that he didn't want it to be seen by Savannah. Then he commanded to Sarah,

"Stay at the door and take care of Miss Schultz!"

"Yes." Sarah snapped.

When the door closed and the room became quiet again, Savannah sat up and looked at the door.

He didn't break his arm, did he? But he really hurt himself in order to prevent her from falling to the ground.

At that moment, he was really desperate to protect her and the baby...

She almost believed that he would risk his life for her.

The sentiment was stirring within Savannah.

Night getting deeper, Savannah was lying in bed, awake.

For a long time, she didn't hear anything outside, and no one told her how Dylan was.

He didn't get a broken arm, did he?

Savannah threw back the covers and sat up on her bed, her feet feeling along the cold floor for her house slippers. Then she opened the door.

"Miss Schultz, what's up?" Sarah saw her coming out and asked in alarm.

"I need water." She wanted to ask Sarah how was Dylan's injury, but she couldn't.

"I'll ask the servant to get it for you." Sarah stopped her.

"No. I'll go downstairs and have a drink myself," Savannah said impatiently.

"I'll go with you." After what had just happened, Sarah didn't dare leave her alone.

"Enough!" Savannah gritted her teeth and shouted, "I'm tired, and I wouldn't do anything tonight! But if you dare to stop me, I might really have another jump in a bad mood!"

Sarah gasped. After seeing how crazy the girl was this evening, she didn't dare to say anything more.

Savannah went downstairs alone. The lamp in the living room threw out a dim light. Jacob should have left.

A familiar tall figure was leaning against the sofa.

A smell of peppermint oil filled the air.

There were visible bruises on Dylan's left forearm, which was covered with medicine now.

It seemed to be a severe physical injury.

Savannah's gaze then fell on his face. With eyes shut, Dylan had fallen asleep on the sofa. The blanket that had been covered by him slipped to the ground.

The scene somehow touched Savannah to the heart, making her approach the sofa. She picked up the blanket and let it cover him.

She was about to turn back quietly when Dylan's voice was suddenly heard behind her, "What are you doing downstairs alone? Where's Sarah?"

Savannah's heart rate inexplicably increased. "I came downstairs for water." She turned and said, avoiding his eyes.

"For water? Or for a chance to hurt yourself again?" He asked dryly.

She kept her eyes cast down, not intending to talk about this anymore.

Dylan looked displeased to see her downstairs alone. He got up, scooped her up, and carried her curled against his chest to the upstairs.

Sarah was surprised to see Dylan carrying Savannah upstairs in person. She rushed forward, but before she could say anything, Dylan gave his order in a low voice, "You can go."

Sarah paused and then nodded and left.

Dylan strode into Savannah's bedroom, kicked the door shut, and put her in bed gently. He didn't leave but began to unbutton his shirt.

"What, what are you doing..." Savannah stammered as she grabbed the cover over her, "don't you go to sleep at this late hour?"

Dylan stared at her coldly, and his hands didn't stop until his naked chest showed in front of Savannah. He took off his shirt and threw it on the sofa beside the bed and then removed his pants. Savannah's mouth dropped open. She gulped as she flinched back, "Dylan, you need to cold down... Don't forget... I'm pregnant now..."

"Now you know you're pregnant?" With a sneer on his lips, Dylan leaned down and lifted her quickly.

Savannah didn't know what he wanted to do. She held her breath and waited for his next move.

But he just turned and got into the bed. After laying her down gently, he pulled her into his embrace, his arms curling around her waist from behind, and he turned off the lamp.

"Close your eyes. Sleep." He ordered simply.

Savannah blinked. She couldn't believe he came to her bed for nothing.

However, it turned out that he was just for sleep and did not intend to do anything further.

Maybe he was scared by her behavior tonight, so he slept with her.

Savannah finally relaxed and shut her eyes.

In the darkness, he put one long arm under her neck while another arm on her waist. This position made her more comfortable, but she must have pressed his injured arm.

Did he ignore his own pain for her to sleep comfortably?

A sense of warm feeling stirred her heart...

But in an instant, she clenched her teeth to restrain herself from being moved.

No, Savannah, you can't.

Never be moved by superficial tenderness.

He cares about you and loves you for the baby. He hurt himself in order to protect the baby in you.

He's just afraid that the baby would be gone, and he needs the baby to fight for power for him!

He values you right now because you still have value with the baby.

Will he still care about you when you give birth to the baby?

No.

Remember, he wants the baby, not you.