MIDNIGHT Bride The CEO's TEMPTATION

This man had always been so high-handed.

He would always do whatever he wanted, showing little regard for the feelings of others.

Savannah was suddenly annoyed by his confident manner.

Just then, the hall was filled with soft music. The lights dimmed, and many guests began to step into the dance floor.

She grabbed Chris by the arm, heading for the dance floor.

Chris, a little surprised, didn't refuse her. His left arm hooked her around the waist, and his right hand on her shoulder. They began to dance to the romantic music.

Dylan watched the man and the woman dancing on the dance floor, his eyes burning with some unfathomable emotion.

The dim light fell on his face, the antagonism in his eyes increased imperceptibly.

Finally, the music died.

Chris was about to go down with Savannah when Dylan ambled toward them.

"Mr. Sterling." Chris greeted him gently.

"May I borrow your partner?" Dylan asked Chris, and his lips quirked up in a half-smile.

Savannah held on to Chris, hoping that he could refuse.

However, Chris had no reason to say no. Savannah was Dylan's employee, it seemed nothing for her to dance with her boss.

Turning to look at Savannah, Chris said with a smile, "Mr. Sterling came alone today. Would you like to dance with him?"

Savannah wanted to shake her head but afraid that the man would do something sores in public if she said no.

"Looks like Miss Schultz agreed," Dylan said as he took Savannah's arm, pulling her to his side, and walked into the dance floor.

Before Savannah could react, he draped his arms around her waist and moved slowly under the dim light and the soft waltz.

She could feel him grip her waist so tightly that there was no room for her to move.

"Dylan, what are you trying to do?" She whispered.

"I should have asked you that." He squeezed his hand, pulling her tightly against him. His tone was full of jealousy and dissatisfaction. "Are you allowed to participate in the celebration dinner with a male star? Are you allowed to dance with him and be so intimate?"

He had comforted himself that she had just lost her child and was still angry with him. So, he tried to understand her bad mood and let off her coldness.

But he could hardly control himself when he saw her and another man holding hands and smiling in the crowd.

Only then did he know that his indulgence was too much.

It was unbearable to watch her go out with another man, even if they had just a working relationship.

"It has nothing to do with you. Don't forget, we've divorced." Savannah gritted her teeth as she avoided the deliberate body contact and touching from his hot fingers.

"I'm your boss, too." He was annoyed.

"I want to go, okay?" Savannah tried to free herself.

"You have no choice," he said sardonically, "after the dance."

"Dylan, please don't go too far --" before Savannah had finished her words, he turned around with her and changed steps smoothly and expertly, whispering in her ear in a low, evil voice, "Be good, baby. I won't let you go after you dance well with me."

She clenched her teeth, knowing that he meant what he said, and not daring to struggle again. But she could pretend to be awkward and stepped on him a few times to vent her anger.

As expected, he didn't give up the opportunity to take advantage of her during the piece of music, including touching her buttocks several times.

Finally, the song ended, and the lights came on.

Savannah blushed and pushed him away. She left through the side door without even saying goodbye to Chris.

***

After that day, everything was as usual.

The man didn't come to harass her again.

Savannah returned to the company and devoted herself to her job.

Acting was fun, but she was a designer. She preferred costume design to acting, and she never thought of entering showbiz.

Fashion design was the career she wanted to work all her life for.

So, when she was invited to variety shows after the role of Angelina became a hit, she didn't hesitate to say no.

She didn't plan to act again even if Dylan didn't announce it publicly.

But Dylan's bossiness that night brought the disobedient psychology out of her.

Why did he have to decide her life?

Why did he always start when he wanted and stop when he wanted to stop?

This day, she received a call that invited her to participate in a reality show.

The reality show was organized by a popular streaming video site and aired every week. It invited popular stars or celebrities to challenge themselves in some games.

The role of Angelina in Fashion Queen had popularity among the audience these days, and that was why Savannah was invited.

She was about to refuse as usual when the man's face came to her mind.

Savannah swallowed the refusal and agreed.

She almost laughed out at the thought of the man's angry face with his nose out of joint.

The production team immediately set up a time and place for her.

The night after she made an appointment with the reality show, she got a phone call from Dylan, not surprisingly.

"You forgot what I said?" The man's voice on the other end of the line was as gloomy as his face.

He knew she was going to take part in the reality show.

"You just said I'm not going to act anymore. It's not acting. It's a variety show." She snorted.

"That won't do. Let me make it clear—you are not allowed to appear on camera after Fashion Queen. If you want to be famous or be praised, I can make you enjoy it in other ways!" Dylan said sullenly.

He knew her character, and he believed she was a good girl. But showbiz was too complicated for her. She was young and vulnerable to temptation.

"I'm sorry, but I've already promised the reality show and signed the contract." She's not trying to win popularity. She was just trying to anger him.

"Just break the contract. I don't mind paying breach of contract damages for you."