Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

Coming down the stairs, Savannah at once saw Dylan drinking coffee on the sofa by the French window.

His figure was glided by the morning sun, looking like a male model in a pose for some glossy high-end magazine.

After a moment of confusion, Savannah's calm face warmed up again as she remembered how he had changed her clothes after bathing her last night.

She didn't know why, though she had given birth to a child for him, she still felt shy and blushed when she knew that he bathed her and changed her clothes for her. Maybe it was because they were more like strangers now.

She decided to go back to her room and come downstairs after he went to work. But Dylan had already seen her.

"Stop!" He called.

Was she afraid that he would scold her after she got herself so drunk last night?

Or was she aware of how tired he was after washing and changing her clothes and felt ashamed?

Savannah paused and turned slowly.

"Come here." Seeing her standing still, he sounded more commanding and displeased.

She shuffled past, her head still drooping.

"You broke your neck? Can't you lift your head?" He was angry and amused at the way she hung her head, not daring to look at him.

"What can I do for you?" Savannah lifted her flushed face.

"Don't you remember what you did last night?" Dylan's face slightly fell.

A trace of embarrassment passed over her face, and she said nothing.

"Fine. Why did you drink in the AD activity?" He didn't mind telling her guilt.

She clutched at the corner of her dress. How could she put it? Tell him she wanted to drown her sorrows in the wine because he couldn't remember her?

Seeing her face was complicated and a bit aggrieved, Dylan seemed to understand some of it.

"I won't blame you for your past misdeeds." He didn't ask any more questions, but the sternness in his voice showed he was still not pleased. "But remember two things. First, no more drinking outside."

"What if it's a business dinner? Can I refuse when the client wants a drink with me?" Savannah puckered up her red lips.

"That won't do! Ask your client to find me when he wants a drink. If the business fails, I'll pay you double the number you lose," he replied coldly.

If she needed to get people drunk to make a deal, it was a deal she didn't need. The little woman didn't have the pressure to earn money to support the family, did she?

"What about the second?" Savannah gasped.

"Second, don't go to the same activity as Chris again." He gave her a quiet look, but his tone was even colder.

"What?" She was stunned. "Chris is now the spokesperson for the Young series of K&G, and I'm the boss and chief designer. We always meet."

"Need you to meet? You're the boss, and he's only your partner at best, and you don't have to be there in person, let alone in close contact with him." He frowned at her reluctance.

"That's not very good..." murmured the little woman, tugging at her dress.

"You don't want your affair with Chris to be the headline on all portal websites, do you?" Dylan pushed the laptop towards her in repressed anger.

"You believe that?" Savannah glanced at the dramatic headlines and chuckled.

"It's that you're disgracing the Sterling family! Aren't you ashamed of being gossiped to be dating an actor?"

She pursed her lips.

"Answer me seriously!" He raised his voice coolly.

She had to put on a serious face. "Well... I'll try not to go to events with Chris."

"Try?" He frowned.

"I won't," she said helplessly. "Is that all right?"

He nodded in satisfaction.

"Are you jealous?" Savannah asked again.

Why did he suddenly care about who she was with? He still had a little memory of her, so he was jealous?

"No," Dylan said without hesitation, "You're my woman. Though we haven't married, everything you say and do will represent the Sterling family," he said dryly and tried to hide his annoyance. He's obviously jealous but he can't show his real feelings.

"Oh," she felt a faint tingle of disappointment.

She shouldn't be too impatient. He didn't remember her now. He was possessive just because she was his woman.

Thinking of this, she nodded and turned to go, "I'm going to K&G."

"Did I tell you to go?" He said, a little irritated.

"Anything else?" She paused again and looked back at him.

He stared at her with deep, expressionless eyes, looking indifferent, but his words startled Savannah.

"Let's get married."

Savannah opened her eyes wide, astonished for a moment.

Get married? Did she hear that, right?

He didn't remember her, did he?

That day she took the initiative to hold him, and he pushed her away.

"Why do you suddenly propose marriage?" She came to her senses and asked.

Dylan looked at her calmly.

"Now that you're my woman and you've given me a son, I have the responsibility to marry you. Since it's only a matter of time, it's better to arrange it earlier. What's more, after marriage, people know you are my wife and won't gossip about you and other men. Are you going to refuse my proposal? If so, give me a reason why?" His eyes fell on her beautiful face.

She let out a sigh. His proposal was due to responsibility.

She should be happy, he proposed, shouldn't she? But why did she feel so lost?

If he married her only because of responsibility, did this marriage make sense?

She wanted to be with him for the rest of her life, but she wanted him to wear a ring for her out of love. She didn't want the marriage to be only a task for him.

He was surprised to see her hesitate. He had thought she should be very happy and immediately agreed to it. After all, she looked at him with full anticipation the day he returned and also threw herself to him that night.

Why was she hesitating now?

Was she too excited to speak?

He leaned closer to her so that she could almost hear his breathing.

"I know it's a hasty proposal, but in our case, it doesn't matter what the proposal is like. If you agree, I'll have Garwood get the ring and the wedding ready at once --"

"I'm sorry," Savannah interrupted him firmly. "I don't want to marry you."