Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

In such a case, Savannah did not say more about their divorce. Looking at Kaiden in Dylan's arms, she asked anxiously, "Is Kaiden alright? Shall we go to the hospital and see a doctor?"

"He's okay. I'll take him back to the family doctor." Dylan paused and asked, "can you go in yourself?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Take care of Kaiden."

The car drew off and soon whirled out of sight.

Savannah stood there, a little guilty about the little boy.

Dylan had taken care of Kaiden for three years. Anyway, he must be more careful than her, who had never been a good mother.

She gave a deep sigh and turned back to the hospital.

* * *

After spending five days in the hospital, Savannah took a brain examination before she was discharged.

On Monday, Savannah got up early and went to the company.

As soon as she entered the office, several colleagues surrounded her and asked in concern,

"Savannah, are you all right?"

"We heard that you got sick. Are you better now?"

The day after Savannah was sent to the hospital, she called Jenkins and asked for leave. Jenkins agreed immediately and asked her to take a few more days off.

She had been excluded from those designers and assistant designers when Jimmy was still here, but after cooperating with them in the design work for My Girl, she had established a good relationship with most of them. Savannah had no families, and so few friends, so she was much moved by the concern of these colleagues. But if she resigned now, she might have to lose this friendship with them.

After chatted with them for a short while, Savannah knocked on the door of the director's office.

"Savannah, how are you?" Jenkins smiled warmly when he saw her coming.

Savannah felt sorry for the director. He had given her many chances in her work and helped her a lot. But she couldn't answer his expectations.

"Director, I decided to... resign." She dared not look at his eyes.

This time, Jenkins didn't look surprised.

"Savannah, you know, it's not easy for you to find the right job. Now you've just adapted yourself to this job, and I'm going to give you more work in My Girl, hoping that you can do a good job and make achievements for our department. It's not a good time to quit." Jenkins said kindly.

"I'm sorry, Jenkins. I abused your kindness. But for some personal reasons, I have to resign," said Savannah, stoutly.

Jenkins knew he could not persuade her, so he picked up the phone and dialed it. After he spoke briefly to the other end of the phone, he handed it to her and whispered, "The boss wants to speak to you. Take your time. I'll come in later, and you can think it over. Don't be impulsive."

With that, Jenkins left the office and closed the door.

Savannah lifted the phone to her ear.

"Miss Schultz?" The man's familiar deep voice passed through the phone.

Savannah took a breath and answered in a calm tone, "If Mr. Sterling's trying to stop me from resigning, please don't. I've made up my mind."

It seemed that Dylan had expected her to quit, so he had spoken to Jenkins in advance and asked Jenkins to let him know if she did.

"I won't stop you. But are you really sure? Are you really willing to resign?"

She was stumped by his question for a moment.

"If the job makes you unhappy, you can leave the company as soon as possible. But obviously, you don't want to quit. Why give up a job you love because of me? For you, I'm only a stranger. Is it worth giving up your career for a stranger?" Dylan said drily, and his tone was flat.

Savannah was at a loss how to reply.

"Besides, you're responsible for the costume design of My Girl," he added, impersonal, institutional, "I don't think you like leaving things half done. Miss Schultz, do you?"

He called her Miss Schultz, estranging himself from her on purpose, and his business-like tone reassured her.

She froze, holding the phone, unable to speak for a long time.

She had to say, he was right.

She really didn't want to give up the job, in which she had just learned the rope... Her resolution was shaken by him.

"If you're worried about the awkwardness of meeting me, don't worry. From today on, as long as you are in Zagreb Film. I won't go there. I," he said firmly after a pause, "will never appear before you again."

The last sentence disarmed her completely.

"Well, I'll stay and finish My Girl's work. We'll talk about quitting later." Savannah replied.

* * *

In the evening, Savannah finished her work and went back early. She opened the door and found the light in the living room was up.

On the couch, Kevin smiled at her. "When's your last day?"

After she was discharged from the hospital, she told Kevin that she would quit her job in Zagreb Film.

"I'm sorry, Kevin. I... I thought it over, and I want to at least finish My Girl's job before I quit. I don't want to give up halfway." She murmured.

Kevin knew she loved her job, and though a little disappointed, he didn't want to push her. He nodded and said, "Well, whatever makes you happy."

"Kevin, don't worry, he... he promised me that he wouldn't appear before me as long as I'm in the company." Savannah felt a little sorry.

Kevin raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Huh? Dylan promised that?

After trying every means to stay with Savannah in his company, would he really be so cruel to himself?

He suspected whether his word could be relied on.

But he didn't want to embarrass Savannah at this time, he forced a gentle smile.

"Good. Come to eat first." He led her to the table.

He had put the delicious home-cooked dishes on the table: beef and mushrooms with mashed potatoes, grilled fish, her best love, vegetarian salad, and macaroni and cheese.