Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

Edmond, however, seemed to be shocked and despondent by such words.

"At that time in the warehouse, Mr. Sterling's men said that the woman I love has the heart of a devil. I never believe them until now. I was too stupid to get myself hurt by you again and again." He smiled sadly.

With that, he broke the connection.

***

Charlotte was relieved to know that Edmond was leaving. He wouldn't be caught by the police, and she wouldn't be implicated.

In the evening, she ate a bit more at dinner time with a much better mood.

She just finished eating when a maid hurried in.

"Miss, you have a guest," said the maid.

"Who is that?"

"The same lame man who came to our house the other day to look for you."

Edmond?! Hadn't he left LA?

Why did he come to Royal Villa again?

Charlotte broke out in a cold sweat from the scare. She dropped her fork and walked out of the villa.

Not far from the door, Edmond stood under a tree, thin and distressed.

"What do you want? Didn't you say you were going to Vietnam tonight? Why are you still here? How dare you come to me? Are you crazy? If the police find out we're connected, we're both screwed!" Charlotte stormed over.

Edmond stared quietly at the young woman in front of him. His eyes flashed sadness, but his expression was somehow unreadable.

This was the girl he had loved since he was a student, the girl who he would like to do anything for her.

But what about her? She had always regarded him as something worse than mud under her feet.

"I only want to ask you once more in person, are you sure you don't want to go with me?" Edmond asked quietly, his face composed, giving nothing away.

Charlotte wanted to scream with frustration.

"Didn't I make it clear on the phone, or are you deaf? Well, I'll say it again. I'm not going with you! I don't like you. I will never be with you in a lifetime! Do you understand?"

A sad and twisted smile crept over Edmond's face. His heart was like dead ashes.

Suddenly Charlotte had a bad foreboding. Before she had time to think about it, Edmond raised his hand, in which there was a brown glass bottle. He quickly unscrewed the cap and threw the contents of the bottle to her!

She flung up an arm, and meanwhile, the dark brown liquid sprayed her face with an acrid smell!

A sharp and tingling pain tore the skin of her face!

"Ahhhh!"

Charlotte's scream rang through Royal Villa. She covered her face and squatted down!

Edmond watched her suffering calmly. The strange smile on his face spread as he muttered,

"You think I'm not good enough for you, don't you? Now we are well-matched! I'm disabled, and you're disfigured! Haha! What a good match!"

* * *

The hospital.

After several days of observation, Savannah was in good physical condition and could be discharged from the hospital at any time.

In fact, Savannah felt that she could be discharged from the hospital earlier. She could not be more fragile than a child.

What's more, it was too boring staying in the hospital for so long.

Olivia was so busy that she could not come to accompany her every day.

Fiona had to work, too.

It felt like she was imprisoned.

But Dylan was always too nervous and insisted that she should stay in the hospital for a few more days.

In the afternoon, she watched TV on the bed as usual.

Dylan sat on the couch next to her, peeling fruit for her.

These days, she kept clamoring to be discharged from the hospital. He came from the company early every day to accompany her and stop her from making an early discharge.

The little woman was quite unpleasant about it. Every time he came, she deliberately ordered him to peel fruit, change the channel, pour water for her, and even acted like a pettish to let him give her a massage. She wanted to wear out his patience so that he would let her go home.

However, he practically waited on her hand and foot every day, docile and obedient to her.

Dylan glanced at the lazy cat staring at the television.

Fashion Queen was on the air now.

Savannah had just got into the middle of an exciting part when he picked up the remote and changed the channel.

"What are you doing?" She jumped up immediately.

"Change a program. Brainless TV shows will make you brainless too." He said simply as he peeled the apple.

"Come on, the brainless TV shows' seems to be produced by your company, Mr. Sterling." Savannah teased.

"I don't care." He laughed.

Even though he had cut most of the intimate scenes of Chris and her, he was still annoyed by their close conversation.

If it weren't for the fact that this was her first acting, and he didn't want to disappoint her after she had spent time and energy in Fashion Queen, he would have deleted all her scenes!

Savannah knew his mind, of course, and curled her lips helplessly.

"You need more vitamins for immunity enhancement." Dylan put a piece of apple into her mouth, changing the subject.

She took two bites without removing her eyes from the television.

"I don't want to eat apples now," she pointed to the pitaya in the fruit basket. "Help me with the pitaya, will you?"

Since he didn't let her watch Fashion Queen, he'd better not blame her for fondling him.

Dylan laughed, put down the fruit knife, and gently grasped her collar to make her face him.

"Don't want to eat the apple? What about eating me?" He leaned over to her, his voice low and husky.

"Well, what a nerve!" Savannah grumbled coquettishly.

Dylan's heart fluttered. He felt her every movement was tempting him, and he leaned forward to kiss her.

"Well... Dylan... We're in the hospital!" She blushed and turned away her head. Why was his right hand suddenly on her ass?