Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

Savannah giggled as she drew away when his kiss fell on her neck, and his hand slipped into her dress.

She sensed his desire. He had been trying to draw her to the bed since he got better. Every time he came, he stuck like glue to her.

It seemed that he had completely recovered.

But now, she was not in the mood...

"Just a minute..." She raised her hand against his chest, gasping.

His eyes sank, but his movement didn't stop.

"A minute? Not a second… I can't wait to have you, baby." His low, husky voice whispered in her ear.

"I have something serious to ask you." She tugged his ear softly.

"Alright," He let her off and carried her to sit on his lap.

"I just saw the news that there was a suspect who escaped from the detention center in Milan, a teenager..." Savannah ventured.

Dylan nodded.

She took a sudden breath. "You... helped the boy to escape?"

Dylan stroked her hair gently.

"That kid, Greta, is my brother's only daughter. No matter what she's done, she's always been my niece, my dad's granddaughter, and Kaiden's cousin." Dylan paused a moment and then went on, "And besides, If I hadn't been shot, I might not have remembered our past so soon. In a way, I have to thank her."

Savannah was not surprised that he had found the kid's identity and sent someone to let her go.

"Niece?" She suddenly looked back at him in surprise.

Not a boy?

He nodded, a smile on his lips.

"Well, that kid fooled us all." He smiled bitterly, "She grew up alone in a big city with no family and might be in danger at any time. She disguised herself as a boy, so she would not be bullied."

Savannah sensed the remorse in his voice. He felt responsible for Greta's hard childhood, blaming himself for not taking care of the only surviving child of his beloved eldest brother.

"It's not your fault. You and your father had no idea that Greta exists." Savannah comforted him in a soft voice as she took his hand.

"But Greta's mother was chased away by the Sterling family. If it had not been for my father, Greta would not be born fatherless and motherless. She should have been the darling little daughter of the Sterling family and grew a happy life. When I checked on her, besides her name and age, I could find very little about her background. All I could say is that she had some Mafia connections and was adopted by someone big in the Mafia. I don't know what kind of life she's had these ten years, but it's not going to be easy for her. I couldn't forgive myself when I think about it." Dylan's voice was deep and sad.

Savannah's brow wrinkled slightly.

With the power of the Sterling family in Europe, it was impossible to find anything but Greta's name and age. The people behind Greta must have great power in Italy, otherwise, Greta would not have been caught by the Italian police a year after the warehouse shooting.

Greta must have experienced a lot of things at her age.

After a long silence, Savannah asked, "Why don't we take her back and make it up to her? Your father has always been repentant for your brother's death, if he knows that your brother has a daughter, he will be very happy and take good care of Greta."

"Greta's temperament is not the same as an ordinary child. She's very independent and may not come back if we go to take her. We can only wait for herself to understand us. I had already told her that I had done nothing to harm her father and that her parents' tragedy was an accident. She was clearly weakening, and I believe that she will know everything is a complete misunderstanding. Perhaps we should give her some time, and she would find out the Sterling family didn't kill her father, and we all love her. She will come back herself that day. Don't worry, I have bodyguards in Italy to protect her and keep me informed of her condition."

Savannah nodded gently and said no more.

"So, Mrs. Sterling, after caring about others, is it time to care about yourself? Are you ready for our wedding next week?" He teased as he lifted her chin.

Savannah clasped him round the neck and kissed him. She was completely sure that the man was her future happiness, and she was willing to spend the rest of her life with him.

After all these years, she wouldn't let go of him this time.

***

The wedding morning was bright and sunny.

The groom was from an extinct noble family in LA.

The family background of the bride was also not average—she was the darling granddaughter of Mr. old Morton, the chairman of the Morton Group in Chicago, the future heiress of the group, and a talented fashion designer.

They were a perfect match made in heaven, and their wedding was destined to be an unprecedented wedding in the city.

The guests were also domestic and foreign celebrities, business tycoons, and political celebrities. Even the groom's mother's family, the Cavendish family, an old aristocratic family from England, sent people to congratulate them.

But what made Savannah happy most was a call from Kevin.

After they parted last time, Kevin disappeared, even Cecelia couldn't find him.

She had also inquired about Kevin's whereabouts but failed to get anything.

She thought he was mad at her and would never show up again.

Unexpectedly, the night before the wedding, Kevin called, and he talked to her calmly in his usual gentleness. He wished her a long, happy married life and told her that he was sorry for not being able to go back to attend the wedding.

He seemed to have recovered from a disappointing relationship with her and had a new life now. The burden of guilt had finally been lifted from Savannah's shoulders.

She wanted to ask him where he was, but he said he was still busy and hung up.

It was a hidden number and failed to reveal his current location. Savannah had to let it go.

People with a good heart always got their just rewards. Kevin was so nice and gentle that he would surely find his own happiness one day.

***

"Olivia! Come on, quick. What took you so long? How do I look?"

In the dressing room, Savannah stood in front of a full-length mirror, turning her head towards her best friend and her pretty son, who were at the door.

She looked graceful and perfect in the fancy wedding dress.