MIDNIGHT Bride The CEO's TEMPTATION

He was her husband. They had already applied for the marriage license, and they only needed a ceremony now. He was her man. Why couldn't she reasonably ask him to lull her to sleep?

She was qualified to make such a request! The thought made her less shy.

She feared that he would leave her alone again.

On these nights she was waiting for him, she had pictured the scene when he came back. She would blame him, question him, or refuse to speak to him... However, when it came time to see him, she found that she did not want to blame him or ask what he and Charlotte had done in Chicago for so many days. The only thing she could do was to catch him and make him stay with her.

As long as she could smell his smell in his arms, she was satisfied and didn't want to think more.

"Are you still a baby?" He grinned at her, leaning on the back of the bed, and held her in his arms as she asked.

The heat from his strong chest slowly calmed her down. She wrapped her hands around his waist, and he could feel the length of her soft body against his.

"I'm still a baby," said her coquettishly.

Dylan never knew that the little woman had relied on him so much. His heart overflowed with tenderness, and he began to react to her soft and warm body.

Desire combusted deep in his belly. He looked down at her, his gaze hooded, his eyes darkening. He was breathing harder than usual.

Savannah seemed to feel the change of his body. With all her shyness, she closed her eyes and kissed him softly.

It was not enough for Dylan, of course. He leaned down and kissed her hard, pushing his tongue into her mouth. He moved suddenly so that his hand was cupping her sex under the dress, and one of his fingers sank slowly into her. His other arm held her firmly in place around her waist.

Savannah suppressed her moan and murmured, "when will we hold the wedding? Ah... Tomorrow?"

The hand under her skirt stopped abruptly.

She felt that the heat of his body cooled down a lot. He pulled back his hand and sat up, holding her in his arms again. "Later," he said quietly, his fingers pushing some escaped tendrils of hair off her face. "The wedding's a big job. You've lost a lot of weight recently. You'd better have a good rest first."

Savannah stared at him, a throb of pain coming to her heart.

Later? Why? Why did he still put off the wedding when he's back?

Sensing her trance, Dylan held the little woman in his arms closer and repeated gently, "just a few days late."

However, his gentle voice failed to soothe her. She could not figure out why the wedding had to be put off.

Was it really because he pitied for her weak health, afraid that she could not stand the heavy ceremony?

Or it was because... Charlotte?

He frowned when her little face became paler. He didn't even tell old Sterling about Charlotte's suicide, in case any people in Sterling's house might overhear it and leaked it out. But he didn't have to keep it from his wife. He was about to tell her everything when his mobile phone rang.

He held his dazed wife in one hand and freed the other hand to pick up the phone on the bedside table.

"Mr. Sterling, I'm sorry!" Over the phone came the anxious voice of a woman.

Dylan recognized the voice—it was the nursing assistant he arranged to take care of Charlotte. "What's wrong?" he sat up straight and asked.

Savannah was so close to him that she could hear clearly the voice on the other line. She stopped breathing and looked at the phone.

"Miss Rowe coughed badly just now, and she even spat out blood. She's in a bad state..."

Savannah's face changed. Miss Rowe... Charlotte? Why did she spit out blood?

"Did you call the doctor?" Dylan knitted his brows.

The nurse almost cried out, "Miss Rowe didn't allow me to tell Mr. Rowe. She said she didn't want her brother to worry about her. I just poured a glass of hot water for her, but I still fear that she's something wrong. Could you come and have a look at her?"

After Dylan hung up, he looked at Savannah and stroked her hair gently. "I'll be back soon. Sleep well, baby." 

"Sophie?" He shouted as he stood up and straightened his collar.

After a while, Sophie pushed the door in. "Mr. Sterling? What can I do for you?"

"Take care of Miss Schultz." He turned to look at the little woman who looked emptily at him. He hesitated for a few seconds and finally walked to the door.

Sophie did not expect that Mr. Sterling would leave as soon as he came back, but she could only nod, "yes. Sir."

Savannah watched his back as he strode out of the room. "Dylan!" she subconsciously shouted.

He paused and turned back, looking into Savannah's anxious eyes. She wanted to say something but hesitated. Dylan understood what she was thinking about. She just heard his call. He walked back to the bed, leaning over, and whispered in her ear, "Baby, don't think much. It's nothing. I'll talk to you when I'm back."

Savannah tried to hide her irritation, but she still could not calm herself down. Her throat was dry, and she seemed to be choked by something.

She wanted to cry, to ask him why he had to go, to stop him from seeing Charlotte alone. But she was stopped by her last proper pride.

It wasn't until his footsteps died away and the car engine started outside the house that she realized he was really gone.

He went to Charlotte again.

Is that why he wants to delay the wedding again?

Savannah clenched her fists, crushing her nails into her palms.

"Miss Schultz... You can sleep first. Mr. Sterling said he would come back later." Sophie advised softly. She did not know what had happened, and she could only see Savannah's pale face and trembling body.

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