MIDNIGHT Bride The CEO's TEMPTATION

Elisa ran over and drew in her breath.

"Savannah, the man is... Mr. Sterling, your man in LA, isn't he?" Elisa, excited and surprised, exclaimed. Her voice was particularly loud in the middle of the night.

Savannah put her hand over her mouth and nodded helplessly.

Elisa paused, and her jaw dropped as though she had realized something.

"So your man came to Italy! I wondered why the police would suddenly be willing to help the injured! Mr. Sterling asked for that, didn't he?" She guessed.

"Yup." Savannah had to nod again.

Elisa looked in the direction Dylan left as she approached Savannah.

"You said you two gave each other the silent treatment these days... Did you mean that? If I hadn't just popped up, he would have got you laid here, I guess," Elisa said bluntly.

"We won't!" Savannah blurted out, blushing.

"He looked quite skilled. It's not the first time you played in the open air, is it? Wow…" Elisa winked, looking interested.

Savannah laughed in spite of herself.

"Well, is it really fun to have outdoor sex? The man should be physically strong, or he won't last long --" Elisa didn't let her go.

"Elisa! You seem to be very interested in this. Honestly, have you done it many times outside?" Savannah changed the subject.

Elisa's face tightened, and she looked shy.

Savannah guessed something, bursting out laughing. She covered her stomach as she leaned close to Elisa's ear.

"Elisa, don't tell me you're still a virgin." She said with a grin.

"I just have never met the right man!" Elisa blushed and nudged her with her elbow.

Savannah was just flying a kite. She wasn't sure about her guess but didn't expect Elisa to admit it.

Nowadays, most adolescents begin to engage in sexual activity at an early age. Most girls had sexual experience around the age of 16 to 19, and some youngsters who first participated in sexual intercourse were younger than 15.

Elisa was 22 years old, always very outgoing and open, and she had many male friends. From her bright appearance, Savannah believed she should have had a lot of boyfriends.

She had never asked Elisa about her relationships or feelings when she studied in Milan. She thought Elisa might have a boyfriend outside the school and didn't want to tell her. But now, it seems to be not that case.

"You never have experienced any affections? Not even once?" She asked in surprise.

"It's nonsense!" Elisa turned even redder this time.

Savannah laughed in her sleeve.

"Okay, show me a picture of you and your boyfriend," she said deliberately.

"I…I broke up with him long ago," Elisa stammered, and a deep pain came to cross her heart.

Savannah raised her lips silently and decided not to expose her.

"Well, since you've parted, let's stop here. There will be better men waiting for you. Let's go in, it's getting windy." She patted Elisa on the shoulder and grinned.

Elisa pursed her lips and said nothing more.

When the two went back to the dormitory, Savannah went to bed and fell asleep soon. Elisa, however, tossed and turned, not sleepy any longer.

Actually, she wasn't lying.

She had been really in love, but it was unrequited love.

The man was not an Italian but an American, and she didn't even know his name.

This was why she had always been interested in Savannah's story. She wanted to reencounter the man after she knew more about that country.

However, it was almost impossible to meet him again in the big world.

With a sigh, Elisa wrapped herself in the quilt and lay down.

* * *

Savannah took two exams in the next couple of days.

She could finish her studies after the last thesis defense and received the graduation certificate.

Dylan added more bodyguards to secretly protect her and didn't come to her school after that night.

Savannah was relieved that he still had some sense of knowing not to bother her at exam time.

She really didn't know how to explain if he ran to the school in the middle of the night again and was seen by a classmate or a teacher.

The day before the thesis defense, Savannah and Elisa made an appointment to go to the library to study.

The two of them, as usual, to prevent themselves from chatting with each other, didn't sit together.

Savannah went to the washroom after she put her bag and books on the desk, and when she returned, she found an Italian girl in her seat.

Her bag and books were all thrown on the floor.

The Italian girl's name was Chiara, and they were in the same grade level.

Savannah had heard about her. It was said that her boyfriend was the head of a local Mafia in Milan. Due to the protection and the indulgence of her boyfriend, she always rode roughshod over others in the school. She was bossy and overbearing, good at playing the tyrant. When she was in a bad mood, she swore everything and everyone who was disagreeable in her eyes. Even the teacher couldn't handle her.

What's more, she hated foreign students and was fond of bullying them.

Savannah didn't expect to meet this school tyrant just before graduation.

During her three years here, she was lucky enough to be in a different class from Chiara, and she always kept a low profile and never show off. So Chiara never paid attention to her.

But it didn't mean she could be bullied.

Savannah went over to Chiara.

"Excuse me, this is my seat." She picked up her bag and books and said coldly.

The students around them all looked up from their books in surprise, as if admiring Savannah for daring to challenge Chiara.

No one would have objections if Chiara took their place. No one ever dared to question Chiara.

Chiara also lifted her face from the book, and then she sneered.

"American girl? Be off! It's your honor to give your seat to me."