Novel Full Chapter 294 - 294: How Was That Possible?
Obviously, it was not "nothing." She didn't even look at him.
"What do you mean by your attitude?" He asked darkly, and his smoldering gray gaze was cold and hard.
"Nothing. I'm not feeling well, and I want to sleep. Please let me go." Her voice was strangely calm. She looked like a captive woman who had accustomed to her captivity, resigned but pathetically calm.
He had never seen her like this. Before, she would complain if she bore a grudge against him, and she would even go on terribly when she was angry. But now she looked very pale and distraught as if she was a body without a soul. And she was quiet, too quiet.
When Dylan was looking at her thoughtfully, Savannah turned her face away and walked towards the bed. But she was caught by the wrist as she took one step and pulled into his arms. Before she could exclaim, Dylan lowered his head and kissed her fervently, his tongue invading her mouth.
She widened her eyes at him, whimpering. "Let go… no..." She found herself struggling and pushing him, but he's a wall of hard muscle, and she could not shift him.
His anger about her indifference these days had all been turned into a hard kiss.
He clasped his hands on either side of her head and kissed her, deeply, possessing her mouth, controlling her.
He hoped that this kiss could soften her and make her submitted. She used to be lost in his kiss, he knew, and then she would be completely at the mercy of his expert touch.
But this time, after a long kiss, her lips were still cold, and she wasn't receptive at all.
Her aloofness provoked him but also brought out his desire to conquer the disobedient little woman. He deepened the kiss. He hauled her against his body, squeezing her tightly. One hand remained in her hair, the other traveled down her spine to her waist and down to her behind. His hand flexed over her backside and squeezed hard.
His voice was soft, seductive, "babe, look at me, respond to me... Don't you want me?"
Savannah, however, felt a chill in her heart.
He didn't mean her but that girl who saved him when he called babe...
He kissed her passionately because she was a perfect substitute.
This thought made her so sick that she could not bear it any longer. When his tongue temporarily left her, she bit his lower lip as hard as she could. Instantly, she tasted blood.
Dylan stopped in pain and looked at the woman in front of him in disbelief. He dabbed his lip with his finger and found it stained with blood.
Savannah gasped, stepping back in a cold sweat. What had she done? Did she bite him?
He looked at her pale face written with fear, her delicate lips stained with some blood too. Did she hurt herself? Instead of expressing his anger, he strode forward and held her chin carefully to check her lip, "you hurt?"
Savannah wanted to turn away but could not move. Looking at his anxious eyes, she had mixed feelings underneath.
Did he care about her because of her face? The face like the girl in his dreams…
Fortunately, she was not hurt. Dylan sighed and pulled a tissue to wipe the blood from her lips.
She remained dazed until he wiped herself clean. "Why are you so nice to me?" she asked, her voice quiet.
Dylan looked at her, confused.
Seeing that he did not answer, she continued, looking into his eyes. "And why is it me? If you want a woman, you can pick and choose. Why do you insist on me?"
After a while, Dylan's eyes deepened, and he finally said, "no reason."
Oh. No reason.
He's such a powerful, well-known rich young man, but he only preferred an orphan girl, a small model. How could there be no reason?
Savannah smiled coldly but did not go on to reveal anything. "I'm really tired, I'm going to have a rest," she said wearily.
Dylan mused for a few seconds, staring at her. "What's wrong with you?"
She knew he was asking her why her attitude had suddenly changed like this.
But what could she say?
She felt upset because she had known that he took her as a substitute?
If he refused to say it first, why should she keep asking?
It would only make her feel miserable and humble, and it proved that she cared about him...
How was that possible? How could she care about him? He was at most her sugar daddy.
Since they could only talk about sex, she'd better not care about the feelings.
Thinking of this, she climbed into the bed and covered herself with a blanket, facing away from him.
Dylan stared at her back. Finally, he turned around and left the room.
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These days, the atmosphere of the Sterling's house became much quieter.
In the evening, old Sterling sat on the sofa with the television on, absent-mindedly watching the financial news.
The chattering of the financial commentators on television did little to change the deserted atmosphere.
Old Sterling glanced upstairs and sighed. Devin was sent abroad, and Dylan did not come for a long time. Savannah said that she was easily sleepy and seldom went out of her room these days. The big house was like a dead tomb.
Cooper knew that his old master preferred noise than quietness. He thought for a moment and said persuasively, "the house will be warmed up when Miss Schultz gives birth to a grandchild for you, sir. At that time, there will be parties for the celebration of the newborn baby's birth and his first month, and you'll be busy with the kid every day."
Old Sterling waved his hand with another sigh, "I don't ask for that now. I just want a wedding banquet in the Sterling family first."
His grandson should have a legitimate identity first.
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