Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

"Savannah's my wife. Anyway, I know what I'm doing. I'll inform you in advance before it's time for the wedding." Dylan looked a little impatient, and he didn't want to talk more.

"You've got troubles? What happened to you in Chicago?" Though angry, old Sterling felt strange. Since Dylan came back and still wanted to marry Savannah, why not hold the ceremony at once? Why put it off again? Maybe he had some secret sorrow?

"Nothing. The wedding won't be canceled. It's just going to be late. I don't think it's a problem." Dylan said dryly.

"Shouldn't you explain?" Seeing that Dylan was reluctant to say more, old Sterling lost his temper.

"The one who needs my explanation is not here." With that, Dylan turned around and walked out of the villa.

Old Sterling blazed with anger. He was about to rush out to stop Dylan when Cooper held him back. "Sir, you know Mr. Sterling's temper. Even if he's in pain or something, you can't force his mouth open when he doesn't want to say it. Anyway, Mr. Sterling said the wedding wouldn't be canceled, and he still wants to marry Miss Schultz. Don't worry, everything will be fine..."

The relationship between the father and the son was much better because of Miss Schultz, and Cooper didn't want to see the two people quarrel again.

Old Sterling nodded with a bitter smile. He knew Cooper was right. Watching Dylan driving off, old Sterling sighed heavily.

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At the same time, Charlotte was helped out of the car by the nursing assistant and went into the house in Royal Villa.

Several servants were standing silently at the gate, waiting for her.

The butler ran down, greeting Charlotte with a complicated and nervous smile. "Miss Rowe, Mr. Rowe's waiting for you in the living room..."

Charlotte nodded. Supported by the nursing assistant, she stepped into the living room slowly.

In the living room, the atmosphere was cold and stressful. Lionel sat on the sofa in the middle, but not in his usual gentle way. Instead of greeting his sister lovingly, Lionel smiled sarcastically, "you're back, eh? I thought I was going to Chicago to bury your body."

An hour ago, he received the phone call from Dylan, who told him what his sister did in Chicago a week ago. He was frightened out of sense when he knew that Charlotte's life had been once in danger. Fortunately, she almost recovered after one-week of hospitalization. Dylan said he would send her back to Royal Villa, so he had been sitting at home, waiting for Charlotte.

Charlotte had prepared herself for being scolded by her brother. She clenched her jaw and replied in a weak voice, "I'm sorry, Lionel."

"Sorry?" Lionel sneered and stood up, "do you know what you did? Attempted suicide for a man? Oh, good! How brave you are! Did you think about mom and dad, and your brother?"

"Do they know?" Charlotte asked with apprehension.

"Dare I tell them? Grandma's very old, her heart attack will kill her if she knows it! Dad, of course, will be so mad at you!" Lionel looked at his sister's pale, thin face, angry but distressed. If he had not known that she had been within a hairbreadth of death, he would have scolded her louder.

"Sorry, Lionel," Charlotte sighed with relief and bit her lip, "I thought I could forget Dylan, and time would heal everything, but... I still felt so hurt and heartbroken when I heard that he was going to get married. I went back to Chicago to avoid attending the wedding, but I couldn't restrain my emotion. I thought I could only stop thinking about him when I'm dead..."

Her thin body was shaken, and she looked as if she would faint the next moment. The nursing assistant held her in time and patted her back softly.

Seeing her sick appearance, Lionel could not scold her anymore, but his face was still dark. He asked a servant to pour a glass of hot water for her and made her sit down on the opposite sofa. After a long time, her face became better.

"Did you really save Dylan when Sterling's house in Chicago caught fire long ago?" Dylan mentioned it on the phone. That's why Dylan put off his wedding and went to Chicago.

He said Charlotte was his savior and the one he had been looking for.

Charlotte had saved Dylan? Lionel had never heard about it.

Charlotte knew his brother still suspected the truth of the matter. She forced her lips into a sad smile and said, "Are you doubting your own sister now? Lionel, you always spoiled me and trusted me, but since you knew Savannah, your attention seemed to be taken away by her. You protect her in everything, care about her. You're afraid that I might hurt her, so you let me give Dylan to her. Now you even don't believe your own sister's words?"

Charlotte knew how to soften her brother's heart. Sure enough, Lionel paused. He thought that maybe he had paid too much attention to his stepmother's daughter and ignored Charlotte. Thinking of this, he moderated his tone, "I didn't mean it. I just never heard you talk about this before. Since you're the one Dylan was looking for, why didn't you tell him?"

"I dared not," Charlotte bent her pale lips slightly, her eyes full of enduring grievance. "I knew it was not a small thing after I saved him that night. You know how strict my father was with me. I was timid and afraid of being scolded by grandma and dad. They would never let me out again if they knew I risked my life to save Dylan. Later, Dylan returned to LA, and I had no chance to tell him. After all these years, when I saw him again, there was already another woman at his side. What's more, you kept warning me not to hurt Miss Schultz… I'm afraid that you will blame me and scold me for taking Savannah's man. My last opportunity was wasted."

Lionel was silent for a while. Charlotte's every word was full of complaints.