MIDNIGHT Bride The CEO's TEMPTATION

"Well, then get everything prepared for me." He answered without hesitation.

Savannah widened her eyes! Crap! He promised to stay!

Old Sterling's right! Cooper was pleased that Dylan agreed so readily!

This was the first time for Master Sterling to live at home after so long.

"Good," Cooper immediately said, "there's nothing to prepare for; it's your home, sir. You can just live in your own room. I'll ask the servant to send the bathrobe and clothes for you."

Savannah took a deep breath. She knew it! What she worried about now come true! It was clear that she had to share a room with Dylan, and she would be taken advantage of again. Well, he had already taken all her advantage, right? But they were in the Sterling's house, and old Sterling lived next door!

Frustrated, Savannah said nothing but could only look after Cooper as he left.

"What are you waiting for? Go back to your room early to have a rest." Dylan wiped his mouth with a tissue gracefully. Then he got up and went upstairs.

Have a rest... Savannah's heart beat faster at the thought of the scene just now in the room.

Instead of going upstairs at once, she turned towards the door, intending to take a walk in the garden first.

Perhaps Dylan would have fallen asleep when she went upstairs.

"Why don't you go upstairs, Savannah? Where are you going?" Old Sterling, before the French window, called to Savannah.

"Oh, I ate too much fruit. So full that I need a walk."

"That's alright." Old Sterling smiled and said in a kind voice, "but Dylan's here today. Go back early and don't keep him alone in the room."

Speechless, Savannah hesitated and finally said, "Sir, why don't I stay in the guestroom tonight? There's only one bed in that room, and I'm afraid... that I will disturb Dylan's sleep..."

"It's ok, big bed." Old Sterling replied with a laugh.

Savannah blushed. Old Sterling spoke too plainly! No wonder he was Dylan's father. Savannah forced a smile, turned around, and went out.

Old Sterling looked at her back and shook his head. Savannah was embarrassed. Maybe it was because they were in the Sterling's house.

Think of something, he waved to Cooper and ordered a few words.

***

Savannah wandered in the garden aimlessly for a long while.

But she had to come in any way.

It was getting dark when she slowly walked back to the villa and went upstairs.

On opening the door, she smelled the fragrance of bath liquid; when she raised her head and saw clearly, she stared, her mouth slacking.

Dylan was wiping his hair by the window after getting out of a bath. The robe hung casually on his strong body. Square pecs and rectangular muscle cut like a graph along his chest and abdomen. And the arms…

"You finally come back." Dylan interrupted her thought, glancing at her.

Savannah nodded and bent her head hurriedly, making direct contact with the bathroom.

After taking a bath, she walked out and gasped again.

Dylan sat in bed, propped up with pillows, reading the mail with his notebook on his lap. He had taken off his bathrobe, and his PJ pants hung from his lips.

Savannah's mouth went dry… She swallowed, trying not to look at his hot figure, and hurried to take a pillow.

"What for?" Dylan stopped her, his tone is displeased.

"I'll sleep on the sofa," Savannah mumbled in a low voice.

"Sofa?" He looked around the room and raised his eyebrows.

Cooper had just sent a few servants in and removed the sofa and chairs.

The reason was quite poor. He said that there would be some guests coming tomorrow, and extra seating was needed.

Even if there was a lack of seating, how would they remove the sofa and chairs away from his bedroom? He could probably guess what his father was thinking. It's for his own convenience.

Savannah looked around the room and discovered that the sofa in the room was --

Gone!

She just felt something was wrong when she came in. But then she was attracted by the half-naked man and rushed into the bathroom to take a bath.

No, not just the couch. The chairs, too, were taken away.

Anyway, except for the real bed, all furniture which could be used as a bed had disappeared.

Needless to say, old Sterling was the one who did it!

He was afraid that she would sleep on the sofa since she was reluctant to live in a room with Dylan.

He had made up his mind to get her to Dylan's bed!

With a bitter smile, Savannah did not return to the bed. Looking around, she picked up a carpet and laid it on the floor.

"What are you doing?" Dylan sat up straight, and his face darkened.

"I'll sleep on the ground." No sofa or chair? Alright, she had another way to sleep!

Dylan bent down to catch her wrist. "You hate me so much?" His voice was deadly cold.

The little woman was getting bolder!

As his woman, she would rather sleep on the ground than sleep with him! How dare she!

He could forgive her after she made Susan in trouble without telling him in advance. But now she dared refuse to sleep with him!

If she was in Beverly Hills, he believed she wouldn't do it. But with the favor of old Sterling, this little woman dared to ignore him now.

After living in the Sterling's house for a few more days, she was spoiled by old Sterling and became so bold!

Savannah could smell his anger. She bit her lip, explaining, "it doesn't matter if we're in Beverly Hills. But it's the Sterling's house. Your family has many rules, a positive family style, and a large number of people. I'm not your wife, it's not good for us to live in the same room. I'm afraid of being laughed at by the servants…"

The gloomy expression on Dylan showed his dissatisfaction. In this house, who didn't know she was his woman? Who dared say anything?

Laugh at her? Do they want to die?

That was a terrible excuse!

"Are you sure you want to sleep on the ground?" Dylan narrowed his eyes.

"Well... "

As he spoke, he came close to her, and the next second, she was pinioned beneath him, helpless. They were in such an intimate contact now, fresh to fresh. She was hypnotized by his gray eyes, staring fervently into hers.

"Then, we'll sleep on the ground together." He whispered, his voice husky and sexy.

Savannah blushed and tried to push him away, "Why don't you sleep on the floor? You have a big bed!"

"To be exact, I don't care if I sleep on the bed or the floor. I just want to sleep with you." Dylan gently bit her earlobe and tugged at it.

This little woman seemed to have wholly fascinated him. She weaved some powerful magic.

He didn't see her for days, and he didn't touch her for a long time.