MIDNIGHT Bride The CEO's TEMPTATION

Dylan's voice sounded slightly playful, not angry at all.

Savannah breathed a sigh of relief. She put the folder on the coffee table next to her and said with an easy tone,

"The stolen document is here. I got it back from old Mrs. Rowe. Keep it well."

Dylan raised his eyebrows in amazement. Seeing that she wanted to leave, he reached out his long arm, pulling her to his chest.

"Why did she give it to you?" he asked gently.

Savannah felt a little uneasy when the man's hot breath came to her, writhing her body slightly. She knew she couldn't hide it from him and said quietly, "I used the proof of Charlotte's guilt to exchange the document with old Mrs. Rowe."

"Proof of Charlotte's guilt?" Dylan's eyes darkened.

Savannah told him how Charlotte's old classmate, Edmond, cheated her into his car and damaged the exhaust pipe in advance, with the intention of killing her by accident. Thanks to Lionel, she was saved in time.

"I resorted to the detective agency and got a recording as evidence. When I met old Mrs. Rowe this morning, I exchanged it with her for the document. For fear that her granddaughter would be sued, and for the reputation of the Rowe family, she agreed." Savannah murmured.

As her last word fell, the atmosphere in the office became tense and cool.

She raised her head quietly, seeing that his eyes were clouded, and his beautiful eyebrows drawn so close that they could have passed for a bushy caterpillar. Luckily, he wasn't mad at her.

For a moment, she thought that if Charlotte and Edmond were standing here, they might be torn alive by this man.

After a long silence, the chill in his eyes slowly melted, his serious brows relaxed a little.

"Why didn't you tell me Charlotte almost killed you?" He tried to soften his voice.

"I…I didn't want to... I hadn't moved back to Green Lake at that time, and I planned to go back to Italy. You know, I didn't want to have anything to do with you before." She mumbled.

Dylan looked at her with all his eyes.

"You asked the private detective to get the evidence against Charlotte and her friend but didn't go to the police. Because you want to help me get back the bidding document?" He never imagined that she would have done so much for him. He knew she didn't like Charlotte, but she gave up the chance to give her a lesson.

After all, not long ago, she was so cold to him, even slapped him more than once for another man.

Perhaps it was because he finally moved her.

She was finally softhearted. Though she still couldn't remember what happened between them three years ago, she began to think for him.

"I... I did it for Kaiden," Savannah gnawed her lip.

"Really?" Dylan moved closer to her, bending his lips to her ears, "not because you don't want your man to be threatened to be with another woman?"

"No..." She raised her hands against his chest as he leaned toward her.

"Look at my eyes," he whispered in a husky voice.

She didn't look at him but lowered her head, however, her red ears and shyness was a silent seduction to him. He cupped her head softly, bent forward, and caught her lips.

After they made up and she moved to Green Lake, she only satisfied him once. Her taste was so unforgettable that he missed her so much every day.

Savannah closed her eyes tightly, blushing scarcely. Not surprisingly, a few seconds later, she was so soft by this fervent kiss that she could only support herself by clutching his arms.

The kiss didn't stop. Dylan deepened it and began to feel terribly wanting. Suddenly, he swept her up in his arms and strode to his large desk. With one fluid movement, he cleared all the papers off his desk and laid her down on his desk gently.

Savannah opened her eyes widely, flung her arms around his neck, and stopped him hurriedly, "not here..."

They were in his office!

"Don't worry, my baby. Nobody dares to come in." He calmed her softly as he kissed the sweat on her forehead. His girl was always so shy.

"No…" She wriggled in shame.

Her tantalizing passivity made him more exciting. He could not think of anything else but having her now.

But as he was trying to remove her pants, a sudden knock on the door came with the secretary's voice, "Mr. Sterling, there's a document for you to sign."

Savannah startled and reddened, pushed him away, and jumped off the desk, keeping a distance from him.

"I have to go," she mumbled as she quickly adjusted her clothes and hair.

Dylan impatiently took her hand.

She realized what he wanted to do. He didn't want to keep their relationship a secret, and he didn't mind telling his secretary in this way, even if Zagreb Film would know it soon.

After all, now that she was back with him, they really had nothing to hide.

But she still pulled her hand out, shaking her head uneasily, "I don't want others to know about our relationship."

"Why?" Dylan frowned.

"If everyone knew the relationship between you and me, it would be meaningless for me to work in Zagreb Film. I might as well resign and find another job..." She twitched her mouth.

Dylan narrowed his eyes, certainly knowing what the little woman was worried about. While others were eager to have a special relationship with the boss, she just wanted to rely on her own for fear of being treated differently.

If her relationship with him was known to all in the company, she would have to deal with envy and flattery every day and couldn't settle down to work.

He didn't want her to quit again and go to another company because of that. Anyway, it was better to keep her under his eyes.

Thinking of this, Dylan finally released her hand.

Breathing a sigh of relief, she opened the door, and, under the secretary's startled eyes, walked quickly away.

The heat inside Dylan's body hadn't completely subsided.

Though the relationship with her couldn't be exposed now, it seemed necessary to remind his secretary that, as long as this little woman was in his office, they were not to be disturbed.

"Mr. Sterling..." The secretary gulped and handed the document to Dylan.

Dylan looked cursorily through it and signed his name. He pressed the pen so hard that it almost pricked the paper.

The secretary was too nervous to say a word. After he finished, she took the paper and hurried away.

No sooner had the door was closed, there was a knock on the door, and Garwood came in.

"Miss Schultz left?"

"Um. She took back the stolen files," Dylan glanced at the blue folder on the coffee table.