MIDNIGHT Bride The CEO's TEMPTATION

He would not let anyone take Savannah away when he was beside her. But after all, he could not be with Savannah all the time. Judy could not stop Cooper, and Savannah dared not disobey his father…

Savannah continued while he was musing, "I'd better stay here. It really doesn't matter. And the room's really big and comfortable!"

Under her imploring gaze, Dylan sighed and finally nodded. He was not in the best condition now, and it might really be better to leave her here.

Savannah was relieved when he agreed. "You should go back to the hospital."

The doctor said his wound would heal in a week, but he still needed to rest in bed these days.

Dylan didn't want to leave right away. He took her hand and said, "show me the room they've arranged for you."

"Okay." Savannah could only agree.

The man would not rest assured without an inspection of her room.

When she stopped at the door, Dylan paused and relaxed his grip on her hand, looking a little abstracted. Savannah knew that he might feel kind of gloomy when saw the room his mother had lived in.

"I heard from Cooper that this is the room where your father and mother lived when they were married," said Savannah carefully.

After a long pause, he pushed the door open and entered the room, looking around.

Maybe it was because he could not help thinking of his dead mother, he looked distressed, and Savannah could see the shade of melancholy which settled in his eyes. He walked slowly to the balcony, watching the artificial lake in the near distance with a curious feeling of disappointment.

Savannah followed him standing on the balcony.

"I was very young when my mother died. But I know she loves the balcony. On summer nights, she often read, drank, listened to music and even danced on this balcony… with dad." Dylan gazed over the extensive views, hands on the rail.

Although he had been estranged from old Sterling in recent years, he had deep feelings for his mother.

Savannah had seen the photo of old Sterling and his wife in their prime at the Sterling's house. Dylan's mother in that picture was indeed brilliant and beautiful.

It was unacceptable that such a woman had mental illness and died early because of that.

Why did such a beautiful woman suffer an unhappy fate?

Though knowing that his wife had a mental illness, old Sterling married her and had children with her. After her death, he didn't remarry and had been missing his wife in his life. Dylan's mother must be a charismatic woman.

"It's a pity that I had no chance to see your mother. She must be really a most unusual and quite individual beauty when she was alive." Savannah could not help saying.

"Unfortunately, the beauty had a tragic end. A small fall killed her. Perhaps God envies her perfection." Dylan said self-deprecating in a lonely mood.

Savannah didn't reply. Dylan didn't know that the real cause of his mother's death was not an accidental fall, but her genetic mental disease.

Old Sterling hid the secret well.

No one knew about the genetic disease in the Sterling family except him and Dr. Joe.

Now, of course, she knew it too.

After she accidentally learned the secret that day, she had tried to bury it in the bottom of her heart and not to think about it. An inexplicable sadness came to her when Dylan mentioned his mother's dead today.

Dylan's brother died in a car crash because of the breakout of the genetic illness, and Susan also became insane after a heavy blow.

Well, now there was only Dylan.

Could he avoid the attack of this hereditary disease?

And this kid...

Savannah looked down and her gaze fell on her tummy.

She shuddered.

This baby also had the blood of the Cavendish family. Would he or she also have this hereditary disease?

In fact, she refused to have his baby also because she had worried about this. She didn't want her child to carry such genetic genes.

"What's wrong?" Dylan saw her silent, turned and gazed at her.

"Nothing. Maybe it's a little cold on the balcony." Savannah said as she pushed back her wisps of hair that fell over her face. She was afraid that she might not be able to keep that secret under his tight eyes.

Dylan didn't say anything more. He put his arm around her waist and found her shaking slightly. Then he lifted her up to his chest, walking back to the room.

Savannah let out a weak cry and threw her arms around his neck. She thought she had been used to his impulsive action now.

He didn't put her down and left immediately as she expected, but carried her to the big bed. He lay her on the soft bed and then lay down on her, supporting himself on his elbows. He gazed down at her through impossibly long lashes, his eyes a scorching smoky gray.

Her belly safely stopped him from pressing himself closely against her, holding him back. But with this distance between them, Savannah looked more attractive to him, and he was sorely tempted by her white neck and her sweet and refreshing scent.

Savannah turned red and held up her small fists against his chest, trying to push him away, "Dylan…be careful of your wounds..."

Moving too violently would disturb the wound on his head!

He did not let her go. He felt her soft body, and his breathing turned husky.

Since she was pregnant, he had not touched her for a long time. She would be living in the Sterling 's house from today on. Though he could come at any time, it was not convenient as in Beverly Hills. Thinking of this, he completely put his wound behind him, and all he wanted was to eat her before going back to the hospital.

Without taking his eyes off hers, his left hand moved beneath her waistband, skimming her and moving to her behind. Then his hand glided slowly down her backside to her thighs, pushing up her skirt…

"Wait… the baby!" Savannah cried in a low voice.

Dylan paused, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

She was a little embarrassed under his intense gaze. Not long before, she tried all methods and tricks to abort the child, and she even drugged him in order to have fierce sex. But now she stopped him, for fear that he might hurt the baby. No wonder she could see the amusement in his eyes.