MIDNIGHT Bride The CEO's TEMPTATION

Before she could finish her word, she was stunned by what she saw.

The delightful swimming pool was now full of red roses, which perfumed the air and reddened the dark sky. A breeze wafted the sweet smell to Savannah. Looking down, she found the path beneath her feet to the pool also carpeted with red roses.

The scene was too shocking, gorgeous and extravagant, and romantic.

That was a feast for eyes, and Savannah had never seen anything like this before.

"Miss Schultz, these are fresh roses flown in from Bulgarian. Mr. Sterling arranged everything." Sophie smiled and whispered.

Savannah bent down and picked up a rose at her foot. No girl could refuse such tender and beautiful flowers. She even found her name Savannah on the petal of the rose!

Surprise struck her dumb. But only after a moment, she recovered and smiled sardonically.

He did this for fear that she might hurt the unborn child in a bad mood, or just because he wanted to compete with Lionel.

Or maybe, he just sent flowers to a woman who looked like his dream girl, not the one who was named Savannah.

The thought cooled her down. Her heart began to be hardened again.

"Miss Schultz, Mr. Sterling even carved your name on these Bulgarian roses!" Sophie screamed to Savannah excitedly, as if it was herself who received those flowers.

At the edge of the pool, the maids could hardly hide their envy from their eyes. They all gazed at Savannah with admiration.

All the people present were waiting to see the excited or happy expression on Savannah's face. They were confident that this young lady would see this scene with whoops of delight. After all, no girl could stand this kind of romance!

However, Savannah did not speak for a long time. Finally, she let go of her hold of the rose and ordered coldly, "take all these flowers away."

Her voice was low and quiet. The backyard was silent, so everyone heard her clearly.

The maids froze for a moment. 

Sophie responded, "Miss Schultz, you mean, take those roses away?"

"Yes, since they are for me, I should be able to dispose of them at will?"

"Yes... Of course... "

"That will do. I'm allergic to pollen. Take those roses if you like. Put them in your room or sell them for money, just as you like." With the concluded word, Savannah turned and went back to the house without looking back at the roses.

Sophie looked after her back and took a deep breath. Other maids rushed up to Sophie, gathering around her, "Sophie, what should we do now? Shall we really take the flowers away?"

"What else?" Sophie sighed, "do as Miss Schultz asked."

All the maids had to go for the roses.

Savannah went straight up the stairs to her room. She closed the door and stood against it for a long time. Looking up, she stepped slowly out upon the balcony unconsciously and looked down to the swimming pool.

The roses had already been cleared by the servants, and the water became still and quiet again in the pool.

It seemed that what she had seen just now was only her fancy.

She bit her lip and wished she weren't so tenderhearted. Now that she had rejected his flowers, why did she feel lost when she saw the flowers gone.

How could her heart be melted by some flowers? She should not forget she was just a substitute!

She didn't think he was nice to her because he loved her. He just wanted to make his dream lover happy.

Wake up, Savannah!

As she thought of it, she took a deep breath and turned into the room.

* * *

The next morning, Savannah woke up a little late.

She didn't sleep well these days. She tossed unrestfully and turned over at night and got up very late in the morning. According to the doctor, it was because of the pregnancy hormone, normal for pregnant women. But Savannah knew it was also because she thought too much.

Of course, old Sterling never woke her up early but let her woke up naturally.

When she finished washing and had her breakfast, it was already ten o 'clock. She went into the living room and saw old Sterling reading a magazine on the sofa.

Savannah was a little embarrassed. It seemed that she had already made herself at home in Sterling's house.

"I'm sorry, sir, I got up late." She said sheepishly.

"It doesn't matter." Old Sterling looked up from the magazine with a kind but meaningful smile.

"Anything wrong?" Savannah touched her face in some perplexity.

Old Sterling handed her the magazine and asked her to sit down. "Look at it yourself," he said.

Savannah took the magazine and noticed that it was a fashion and entertainment magazine. Normally, old Sterling only read the financial and business section of the daily newspaper. He never read this kind of magazine.

It was Beauty, the hottest fashion magazine in the country. Only pop stars and international models would appear in this magazine. It was also the fashion magazine all plane models, including Savannah, dreamed of being showed on. However, it was just a dream for those small models, and most of them would never have this chance in their lifetime.

She held her breath and opened the magazine casually. On the exquisite page, she found herself in the shape of Goddess Savannah!

Did JK buy this page for Fairy Land? But how could she happen to find her own promotional photo on the magazine after a careless turning?

Savannah turned the page thoughtfully.

The next page was also printed with her endorsement image in Fairy World!

She continued to turn over the magazine and found her pictures on every page of it unexpectedly!

Savannah gasped.

It was so difficult to be showed in Beauty that even superstars would fight for a page, and the price for one page was really high. For normal brands, it was hard to buy one page for advertising even if they had money. But now she occupied the whole magazine unexpectedly as an unknown model!

Not one or two pages, but the whole magazine!

She got the attention of the world like a princess.

Who else but Dylan would do it?

"Oh, Cooper," old Sterling laughed to his old butler as Savannah was still in a daze, "I didn't expect that Dylan has such means chasing after a girl. As good as I was."

Butler Cooper almost laughed. His old master was really not modest.