MIDNIGHT Bride The CEO's TEMPTATION

She married him not for money, and she had no interest in the property of the Sterling family.

Dylan laughed. The little woman was so honest. He rubbed her hair softly and put the check to her small hand again.

"Keep it," he said softly, "as your dowry."

Actually, most families had no dowry tradition, but some rich families would prepare money or property as the bride's dowry. It was the wealth a woman brought to her husband as a part of the marriage. Savannah had no family at her side, so no one would arrange the dowry for her.

But it didn't matter, he was her husband now, and he'd like to arrange everything for her.

The bride price became the dowry... Savannah gazed upon him, round-eyes. She understood that he had planned to give her the dowry at the beginning. If he just wanted to refuse her uncle's request, he could have driven them out of the house as soon as he came back.

Of course, dowry was important for a woman when she got married. It was not about money, but about her status in her husband's family.

He was afraid that she might be looked down upon after marrying him, so he gave her a sum of money as her dowry?

A warm feeling came to Savannah's heart. Quite moved, she still insisted, "no, it's too much. You've already given me a diamond necklace, and I have an emerald bracelet from your father too. They're all very expensive... I can't take more money."

Dylan felt a little funny. What was in this little woman's mind? Wasn't it good to have more money in hand? He raised his hand to smooth her hair, his voice gentle, "then keep the money for your mother, and give it to her when she comes back one day. With this money, you can take good care of her and provide her better-living conditions."

He never took back the money he gave, especially when the money was for his wife.

Because of her pregnancy, she stopped working temporarily and had no income. He would like to take charge of her and support her for all her rest life, but he knew Savannah was not that kind of girl who was willing to rely on others. However, he wanted to give her more. Although she didn't need to worry about food and bed in Sterling's house or in Beverly Hills, she should have enough money in hand to buy whatever she liked. What's more, with more money, his wife would not be looked upon because of her background.

Savannah caught the certainty of his voice. She hesitated for a long time and finally nodded with a sigh, "when my mom comes back? No, she'll never come back…"

Her mother would have come back if she'd like to.

Savannah's sorrow was imaged in her face. Dylan narrowed his eyes, knowing she was hurt by Dalton's words. He lowered his voice and said, "it's not too difficult for the Sterling family to find a person."

Savannah bit her lip. She understood what he meant. He wanted to help her find her mother. But after a moment of excitement, she grinned a bitter smile and shook her head calmly.

"No."

She had always wanted to find her mother and ask her why she left her and her father.

She worked as a model mostly because she wanted to be famous one day so that her mother could see her in magazines or on TV and come back to find her.

But after all these years, she knew she might be wrong.

If her mother really wanted to find her, she would have come back long ago.

As long as she still loved her and missed her, she would not have given up on her.

But she never came back.

She didn't show at her husband's funeral, nor did she come back when her daughter was sent to the orphanage.

Since she didn't present in the most difficult time of her life, Savannah knew she would never come back. Maybe she had completely disregarded her daughter and her husband.

Maybe she already had a new life. Why bother her?

Savannah clenched her hands, and her eyes dimmed.

Her heart was torn by conflicting emotions. She missed her mother badly but at the same time, hated her for leaving her. The relationship between Dylan and old Sterling still had gradually improved, while she might have no opportunity to see her mother again.

Dylan didn't push her. Maybe she would change her mind after a time, and he would help her find her mother as long as she wanted.

"You look tired. I'll ask Emma to take you upstairs to your room." Dylan held her small hand and said.

"Are you leaving? Don't you go upstairs with me?" Savannah blurted out.

Dylan looked surprised, his eyes bright with pleasure, "you want me to go up with you?"

A great sense of personal satisfaction came to him. The little woman became much clingier to him. This was the first time she had invited him into her room. 

Savannah flushed, realizing that her words seemed to be too fervent. But before she could say more, Dylan had already pulled her into his arms.

The hot embrace made her heart stop beating and then beat fast with delight. Her body was telling herself she was so attached to his embrace that she didn't want to leave.

She really missed him, after so many days without seeing him. She missed his arm and kiss, and his touch… Thinking of this, she blushed even more.

The next moment, Savannah got over her shyness and put her hands around his waist, holding him closer. The hug completed her happiness and put her at her ease.

"Do you want me to take you to your room?" His familiar hot breath fanned across her ear, his voice low and husky.

His seductive voice melted her heart. As a reply, Savannah buried her head against his chest, allowing herself this moment to fully lean on him.

However, Dylan was not satisfied. They had been married, and it was normal for his legal wife to be coquettish in front of him.

"Tell me, baby," his voice sounded seductive.

Her face became even hotter. Finally, she mustered the courage and tiptoed, whispering in his ear, "honey, accompany me to my room."

Dylan was hypnotized by the mellow tone of her voice. Without a word, he picked her up and carried her in his arms, walking to the stairs.

Savannah let out a small cry as she threw her arms around his neck.

"Let me down, I can walk myself," murmured her, a little embarrassed. Her belly was growing bigger, and she gained weight quickly in a good mood these days. Would he think she was too fat now?

Dylan looked at the little woman in his arms, knowing what's in her mind. Women always cared about how they looked. As a model, Savannah took more care of her appearance, afraid that she would be fat in his eyes. Yes, her cheeks had filled out, and she looked a little puffy and mature now. But he thought she was more beautiful and attractive than before.

"I don't like your skinny pieces. Never starve yourself to lose weight, will you?" Dylan ordered softly.