MIDNIGHT Bride The CEO's TEMPTATION

"Would Cavendish's descendants in each generation have the genes?" Savannah asked nervously.

"Well, offspring from the maternal side of the family have a higher risk of this disease. I've asked Dr. Joe to do gene testing for all my children and grandchildren. Unfortunately, Dylan, his brother, and Susan all carry the genes. Devin's luckier, and he's quite well. However, I still hope that my children would never get sick. But it seemed that they couldn't escape their fate…" Old Sterling couldn't account for the lump in his throat when he said this.

Savannah patted him on the back and said a few words of comfort.

Old Sterling held back his sorrow and looked at Savannah. "This genetic disease killed my wife and took my eldest son away, now even my daughter went insane... I can't lose my last son. Savannah, don't tell Dylan, just keep your eye on him and take care of him, will you?"

Savannah forced herself to nod, "I know, sir, I won't tell him, and I'll try to take care of him, too."

He looked relieved. "Dr. Joe said, as long as they don't experience the stimulation of great joys or great sorrows, they will be fine. My eldest son, Geoffrey, got sick after breaking up with the girl he loved so much; Susan went mad after divorcing Henley and thinking about losing face in prison... But Dylan's different. My youngest son is sedated and self-possessed, he knows how to control his heart, and he's calmer than his elder brother and sister. He's hardly affected by emotions. The disease didn't immediately occur to him even after his elder brother died in a car accident in front of him, and now he almost recovers from his expression. So, I believe he won't get sick easily. Savannah, be with him, and when any emergency aroused his emotions, you can cold him off in time."

Savannah agreed with old Sterling on that point.

Dylan was so calm and equable that he seemed never to be controlled by his emotions.

Old Sterling was already very weak. After having spoken these words, he felt a little tired and sat quietly with closed eyes.

Savannah kindly laid him down and covered him with a blanket. "Sir, please have a rest first. Dylan and I will see you later."

"Well." Old Sterling nodded in relief and looked at Savannah as if she was a blessing for the Sterling family.

Maybe Dylan was lucky to have such a girl beside him. That terrible disease would never attack him all his life.

Savannah closed the door gently, turned, and went downstairs slowly.

She was thinking about the genetic disease when she missed her step on the stairs. She almost fell down when a tall figure a few steps away from her rushed over, grasped her on her arm, and firmly held her waist!

Savannah slipped into the man's wide and warm arms. Looking up, she looked directly into Dylan's gray eyes.

"What are you doing? Savannah? Don't you look at the steps when you walk downstairs?" He scowled at her, a little irritated.

Did she know that she might have fallen to her death if he hadn't gone upstairs and held her in time?

Savannah put on a smile, trying to be calm, but she felt extremely uneasy at the thought of the genetic disease. Looking at Dylan's serious eyes, her nose suddenly stung.

Although he was a normal healthy person right now, it's not sure if he would become the same as his elder brother and sister someday...

Dylan slightly frowned at her red-rimmed eyes. Didn't this little woman very tough on him at ordinary times? Why did she look hurt after a mild reprimand?

He raised his finger to rub her pink cheek gently. "If you don't want to be scolded, be careful next time! You know how to walk, don't you?"

Savannah sniffled and recovered from the inexplicable complex mood. She repented her false worries. How would such a tough and strong man get sick?

"Why did you go upstairs? Your father's asleep, and I'm going down to find you." Savannah changed the subject.

Dylan relaxed a little when he heard that his father had gone to bed. He lowered his voice and looked at her. "I'm afraid that my father will keep you for another few days."

She disappeared after living here, and he dared not leave her alone now.

Savannah moved her eyes. "In fact, it's a good idea for me to stay today. Well, I want to stay with old Sterling for a few more days. He's in a bad mood and poor health now, and he needs more company."

"Are you going to defy me at every turn?" His mouth set in a grim line. He looked angry.

"I just feel sorry for old Sterling when seeing him alone..." Now that Savannah learned that Geoffrey's death had little to do with old Sterling, she felt more sympathy for him.

Poor old Sterling, he couldn't explain his eldest son's death and had to bear his younger son's resentment.

Even she, an outsider, was somewhat uncomfortable. She couldn't imagine how old Sterling had kept this secret for so many years.

"No!" Dylan frowned. Did this little woman really take the house as her home?

After the abduction, he could no longer believe anyone in the Sterling's house!

Savannah rolled her eyes, "or you stay with me?"

Dylan stared at her and laughed in exasperation. She didn't give up and was determined to stay.

Looking at her expecting eyes, Dylan hesitated, as if thinking about her suggestion.

Savannah saw hope. She gathered up the courage to approach him and gently nudged his elbow. "Okay? I'll be obedient this time." She said in a low voice.

Dylan narrowed his eyes. If staying here could make this little woman behave like a good cat, then why not?

He's a big guy in the business. This's a good deal.

"Really? You'll do whatever you're told?" He asked meaningfully as he lifted her chin. His fingertips rubbed her delicate skin as if he was playing with his pet.

Savannah pursed her lips. Even if she wanted to be rebellious, he never gave her this chance.

"Hmm." She nodded and promised.

Dylan took a deep look at her, released his hand, and walked downstairs first.

"Do you agree? Where are you going?" Savannah gasped and followed him down.

"Ask my assistant to bring our clothes here." Dylan didn't look back.

Savannah heaved a sigh of relief. He agreed!