Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

That was before he went to NY for medical treatment.

Didn't he suffer a loss of memory?

How did he remember they had visited her dad's tomb together?

No one knew about it except him and her.

There was only one possibility, and that was…

"You... You remember our past days?" She looked up in surprise, and her eyes were bright.

"Yep," Dylan smiled and felt her face.

The human brain was indeed a delicate, powerful machine in the human body.

They never expected his memory could recover after he came out from the vegetative state.

His memory of those days when they together came flooding back.

He took out the ring he had prepared, took half a step back, and knelt upon one knee.

"Miss Schultz, will you marry me?"

A low exclamation of surprise escaped every mouth.

All the reporters set their cameras and pointed the lens at the two to capture the romantic scene.

Savannah was startled for a moment, and her eyes quickly turned red.

Happiness came too suddenly, better than the dream.

Savannah looked around, a little embarrassed.

"They're so many people. Let's go back first..." She whispered as she tried to pull him up.

Dylan felt amused. Where was the courage she had when she kissed him so passionately just now?

"I don't care." He was still kneeling on one knee over her, half smiling.

These reporters were all witnesses to his proposal.

Then the little woman could not go back on her words when she promised him.

She would always be his.

At the same moment, led by someone, the crowd began to hoot.

"Miss Schultz, promise him!"

"Yes, promise Mr. Sterling!"

Savannah was drowned out by a flood of voices, one after another.

She gazed at the half-kneeling man before her, her eyes clouded with tears, and she raised her ring finger slowly.

Dylan slipped the diamond ring into her finger, then stood up, gave her a big hug, and kissed her again.

Meanwhile, thunderous applause broke out all around!

* * *

Dylan and Savannah set a date for their wedding.

The love affair between the young master of the Sterling family and the granddaughter of the chairman of the Morton Group spread everywhere and became a story.

One of the happiest was Old Sterling.

He never thought he'd see his son awake one day.

He suggested Dylan rest for some more time before he began to prepare for the wedding, but Dylan didn't want to put it off any longer, and he insisted on holding the wedding as soon as possible.

The Sterling family was surrounded by long-awaited jubilation.

Everyone was fluttering about making preparations for the wedding. Even Kaiden was not an exception. He was busy thinking about how many friends he was going to invite to the wedding, designing the invitation cards, and choosing the clothes he would wear on the wedding day.

Dylan asked Savannah to move back to Sterling's house, but Savannah didn't want to bother.

She decided to live in Green Bay before the wedding.

But it was not enough for Dylan to make phone calls or video calls only, and he could only divide his time and traveled between the two places every day. He would do recuperating and business in Sterling's house, and spend the rest of the day at Green Bay and then drive back in the evening.

Savannah had expressly forbidden his toing and froing between the two places and asked him to get himself back to shape before the wedding for fear that he could not take it.

Dylan agreed at first, but three days later, he missed her so much that he slipped back to Green Bay.

In the evening before the wedding, Dylan picked up Kaiden from the kindergarten and then drove to Green Bay again.

The car stopped outside Green Bay, Kaiden unbuckled himself and ran into the house. Dylan followed his son closely.

Garcia was amused when she saw them coming again.

After Mr. Sterling woke up, he almost came every day and couldn't be separated from Savannah for a moment.

Even Kaiden laughed at his father.

"Savannah is in her room," Garcia said, kindly pointing to the upstairs.

Dylan gave a little cough under her mischievous eyes and went upstairs.

The bedroom door was ajar. He pushed it open and saw the little woman leaning over the computer, perfecting her design drafts.

After he woke up, she didn't have to close K&G anymore.

The Firebird collections had been well received since the launch. She planned to continue to design several new works for the collections before the wedding. So she went on working without a break these days. Every time he came, he saw her working on the computer.

Savannah was moving the mouse when she felt his hot breath against her ear. Before she could turn her back, she was lifted and thrown onto the soft bed behind her.

Dylan climbed onto the bed, pinning her down.

She looked into his bright and fervent eyes, blushing.

"How come you come in suddenly every time? You startled me!" She grumbled.

"Really? Let me see." He lowered his head and pressed his face on her breast as if listening to her heartbeat.

Of course, she knew what he was up to.

"Kaiden will come any minute..." She murmured as she tried to push him away.

"Don't worry, I've locked the door." Unable to restrain his desire for her, he slipped his big hand down to lift her skirt.

"Baby, don't refuse me today," he said in a low wanting voice.

Since he woke up, they'd been closer to each other. Dylan kissed her now and then, and always wanted more.

Savannah had been keeping him from going too far, fearing he was not well enough, and sex was not good for his recovery.

But today, she could not help throwing her arms around his neck when she felt his impatience.

Just then, Dylan's cell phone rang.

He nuzzled her breasts, ignoring the phone, but it didn't stop ringing, and it sounded more and more urgent.

"Answer the phone first..." Savannah breathed as she pushed him away.

He let out a low curse, regretting that he had not turned the phone off but had to straighten himself up and answered the phone.

Savannah didn't know what the speaker over the phone said. The heat went out of him, and his expression became serious. At last, he got out of bed, took one look at her, and left the bedroom.

A few minutes later, he came back.

"What's the matter? Who's calling?" Savannah wondered.

"The bodyguard in Italy," Dylan said simply.

"What happened?" She straightened up.

He walked slowly to the bed and sat down.

"The Milan police have caught the boy who kidnapped you," he said as his hand brushed across her neck and her hair.

The boy got caught?

Savannah gasped.