MIDNIGHT Bride The CEO's TEMPTATION

Savannah buried her head in Elisa's shoulder and wept.

Sobs shook her slender frame.

At last, she swallowed all her sadness and straightened up.

"Have you informed his father?" She looked at Garwood with red eyes.

She couldn't fall at this moment. She should take care of everything for him.

Garwood nodded. "Old Sterling was shocked and sad, but he held on. A domestic medical team has been sent to take Mr. Sterling home."

"Garwood," she clenched her hands. "Can I see him now?"

Garwood nodded with a sigh and opened the door.

Elisa was about to go in with Savannah when Andrew winked at her. She knew that Savannah wanted to be alone with Mr. Sterling now, so she stayed where she was.

Pushing the door open, Savannah stepped in.

Lots of medical equipment and tools in different sizes and functions stood solemnly around the bed.

Dylan lay quietly in the bed, his head wrapped in white gauze, tubes in his nose, and fluids in the back of his hands.

These tubes and instruments were keeping him alive.

Savannah cupped her hands together to cover her mouth for fear that she would cry out.

In the dream, he left her and left her alone. Was this a sign that he was going to sleep forever?

What then was the difference from death?

Biting her lip, she fought to hold back her tears of grief.

No. She couldn't plunge into the pain.

At least he was still breathing and had a heartbeat. He was alive.

She should have a thankful heart.

And because of her, he was lying here.

She could not abuse what he had done for her.

At the very least, be strong.

After a moment to calm herself, she went to the bedside. She stretched to touch his cold finger, swallowed her tears, and forced her lips into a smile.

"Please, Dylan, wake up quickly. When you wake up, we get married and never be apart, okay? We will never be apart again, that's a promise,"

The man on the bed gave no reply as if he had gone to another world.

She didn't lose heart but settled down and sat by and kept talking to him.

Before she left the unit, she spoke earnestly to Garwood and then looked back at the man lying unconscious on the bed.

Then she opened her lips softly.

Elisa almost cried when she heard Savannah uttered good night to Dylan.

Savannah couldn't possibly give up Dylan, after all, holding out hope that he would wake up.

***

Dylan was still in a coma three days later.

Savannah went to the intensive care unit to talk to him every day.

It didn't matter if he didn't respond.

On the fourth day, the medical team sent by the Sterling family arrived from LA, along with Jacob.

As Dylan's former attending doctor and old friend, when he heard what had happened to Dylan in Italy, he immediately talked to Old Sterling and asked to come.

Jacob had an overnight consultation with the brain specialist from the US and the doctors in Italy.

Dylan hadn't completely recovered from the operation and was in no condition to travel, so they decided to send him back to LA a week later.

Savannah moved next door to Dylan's room when she was in better condition so she could look after him.

She talked to him every day and occasionally asked Kaiden to speak to Dylan on a video phone.

Kaiden heard from his grandpa about his father's injury in Italy. He was calm and collected, knowing he shouldn't cry. Otherwise, his grandpa and mommy would feel even worse.

Nicolo and a group of Mafia associates were arrested and handed over to the judiciary. Even Chiara was charged with kidnapping.

Only the boy and his bodyguard escaped.

Savannah knew the boy was behind the plot and that Nicolo was an accomplice.

The one who could have Nicolo, a Mafia boss, at his back, must be somebody in the gang.

She shared these details with the local police in Milan.

Because the injured was a well-known figure from the US, the Milan police, under repeated pressure from the Foreign Ministry, dared not treat the case with neglect.

But the boy's whereabouts were still unknown.

Nicolo and his people made no mention of the boy's identity.

That boy had a strong protective net behind him. Otherwise, he would have been searched out by the police.

***

Savannah spent a whole afternoon with Dylan and didn't left until he was about to receive fluids.

She walked out of the unit and saw Garwood waiting in the corridor.

"Miss Schultz. How is Mr. Sterling today?" Garwood greeted as usual.

"Looks better..." But there was no sign of waking up.

"No news about the boy yet?" She changed the subject.

Garwood shook his head and whispered, "Not yet..."

Savannah sighed, her expression complicated.

She must have hated the boy; indeed, she also wanted the police to catch the evil boy quickly.

But for some reason, she didn't want to kill the boy. She wanted to confront him about why he tied her up and tormented Dylan. What profound hatred he had for Dylan?

Garwood took her silence as a sign of depression and added, "the police asked you to help the drawing of the kidnappers tomorrow."

Savannah had already been to the police station a few days ago to do the profiling of the boy and his bodyguard, but the result was not very clear. The police said they would call in the technical personnel to do a more accurate picture.

Savannah nodded.

***

The next day.

Savannah went to the police station with Garwood.

With the help of a technician, Savannah completed the profiling on a computer.

After several modifications by technicians and Savannah's confirmation, two pictures finally appeared on the screen.

"Yes. It was this boy who had Nicolo kidnapped me, and this man was supposed to be his bodyguard." Savannah took a deep breath and sat up straight.

This time the portraits were very clear based on high-resolution digital synthesis.