MIDNIGHT Bride The CEO's TEMPTATION

Savannah pulled out a white shirt dress.

It was a little more casual this time.

But was it too casual? Does she need to wear something elegant to please Dylan? After a few minutes of having a deep thought, she decided to choose a not too formal dress or too casual. 

After all, that man really helped her. She should give him a little more face.

She was a graceful woman!

Her head ached as she picked one dress from the walk-in-closet.

A simple "dress up" from the man took her an hour to pick up a dress.

She wanted to look her best today. Anyway, it was the first time she invited him to a meal.

Finally, she changed into a yellow wrap dress.

Well, it was neither too formal nor too casual. It should be okay.

The only problem was that she looked like a student in such a tender color.

Before she could select another one, Judy knocked at the door.

"Savannah, Garwood is here."

Savannah had no time to think. She got up her hair, picked up a channel bag, and went out of her room.

A surprised look passed over Garwood's face when he saw Savannah walking downstairs.

"I would think Miss Schultz was a student if I didn't know you," Garwood said with a grin.

"Maybe I should change it." Savannah was a little embarrassed.

"No, Mr. Sterling should like it." Garwood winked at Savannah.

Those words were full of meaning. Savannah felt blushed and said nothing more. She followed Garwood out of the villa and got into the car.

When the car drew up in front of the Sterling Group, Dylan was walking out of the building, followed by several department executives and associates.

As he walked, he said something to his subordinates with an air of dignity. A well-dressed man followed him, noting with pens, and nodded his head, "yes, Mr. Sterling."

Savannah looked out of the window. Though Dylan was always bossy, he looked cold and attractive when he focused on his business.

"Go right ahead." Dylan stopped his subordinates when he saw his Lamborghini on the other side of the road and the slim figure behind the window.

The subordinates immediately bowed their heads and turned away.

Garwood got out of the car in order not to disturb their lunch hour.

Dylan got into the car and sat in the driver's seat. His glance fell upon Savannah.

The little woman was like a schoolgirl in a light yellow dress.

She looked younger than usual.

"You seem to be very busy." Savannah blushed under his gaze and said.

"We are working on a big project recently. The Sterling group is going to build the tallest building in America." Dylan explained to her simply.

The tallest building in America? It sounds great.

"Is it fine with you to put your work aside and go out with me for lunch?" Asked Savannah.

Dylan leaned over to her, and his nose almost touched her hot cheek. "Why? You regret inviting me to lunch?"

"No…"

"Let's go. Where to?"

"Just go straight down this road. I'll tell you when we get there."

The car ran down the road.

In a moment, Savannah led them to a narrow street.

The streets were lined with small restaurants and bars.

The Lamborghini caught the attention of people in the street. Everyone gazed intently at the luxury car as if watching a royal procession.

Dylan bent his brows as the car dragged through the crowded street.

Savannah's face grew more and more cheerful.

"Right here!" She pointed to a painted door, jumped out of the car in high spirits.

She said hello to the waiter, who was welcoming the guests at the door. Then she waved to Dylan, who did not move. "Come on."

Dylan's face was impassive.

They were outside a small restaurant.

It was very crowded in every part, and it looked a little dirty, disorderly, and noisy.

Although he had prepared himself for eating something bad—this little woman should have no money to go somewhere good, but he did not expect her to be so half-hearted.

The old waiter at the door was struck by Dylan's car and his noble manner.

The man looked more handsome than superstars. It seemed that even his suit was more precious than the whole restaurant!

The little restaurant was glittered by his gracious presence!

"Welcome!" The waiter smiled at Savannah, who came in first, "Is that your uncle? Why not bring him in?"

Dylan's face darkened. Uncle? Is the waiter blind?

Well, tell the truth, this little woman was just 20, young and pretty. She looked like 15 or 16 in today's yellow dress. It was normal to think of him as her little uncle.

Savannah feared that Dylan would stone the little restaurant in anger. She smiled and hurriedly went to him, opened the car door, and pulled him out.

"Even if you want to save money, you don't have to come to such a place," Dylan complained. What's more, it was a Mexican restaurant. He hated spicy food!

"Don't judge a restaurant by its look. The food here is not bad."

Pulled into the restaurant by Savannah, Dylan frowned and turned to the waiter. "Do you have a private room?"

"Private room?" The waiter stammered, looking at the man who was completely out of tune with the surroundings

Savannah was speechless.

"Come on, this is not a high-class restaurant or hotel; how could it have a private room?" she said as she dragged him to a slightly cleaner seat by the window.

After they were seated, Savannah handed him the menu.

"You order the dish, and I'll get the bill!" she said generously.

She could not lose face for the first time inviting him to a meal!

"Order for yourself." Dylan did not take the menu.

"Okay, I will order the specialty dishes of this restaurant for you!" Savannah ordered beef tacos, salmon consommé, two cheese tamales, and spicy chicken wings.

She thought there should be more than enough.

After a while, all the dishes were ready.

"Are you sure this tastes good?" Dylan frowned at the colorful dishes in front of him.