Midnight Bride The CEO's Temptation

Chapter 248 - 248: Can You Let Her Go?

After Dylan threatened her with the Schultz's factory, Savannah began to eat normally, but her decision to abort the child remained unchanged.

The consequences could be terrible, she knew... But she still had no reason to have the baby.

When she was living in Beverly Hills, she had almost no expenses and saved her salary from advertising. It's not a small number, especially the endorsement fee for Fairy World, which was very hot now. That was, her savings was not bad.

If Dylan really fired her uncles again, she would take out her savings!

What's more, old Sterling had given her a jade bracelet. At the worst, she could sell this jade bracelet for emergency use.

In a word, there was no turning back.

But now...

The most important thing was how to get rid of Sarah and find a way to have an abortion.

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Several evenings later.

Savannah had just had her dinner under the supervision of Sarah; then, she listened to classical music for half an hour as prenatal education.

She admitted that she had no interest in classical music at all, and more than once, she almost fell asleep but was awakened by Sarah's cough. "Music plays an important role in antenatal training. It's good for baby development." Sarah said drily when Savannah wanted to give up and go back to her room.

At last, Savannah had to keep dozing over the music for another ten minutes.

A maid came in and whispered something in Sarah's ear.

Sarah looked at Savannah and said coldly, "Mr. Sterling comes back and is in the study now. Take Miss Schultz there."

At once, Savannah was wide awake. She felt her chance had finally come.

She followed the maid to the study. The maid opened the door to lead Savannah in. In the dim light, Dylan was sitting on the sofa. He looked a little tired but still heart-stoppingly beautiful.

Savannah stood in the doorway, holding the corner of her dress with her fingers. She felt a little nervous.

Dylan's gaze fell upon her. The little woman was only one month pregnant, and there was no change in her form, but she still changed into a loose pregnant woman's dress; her brown hair fell in soft waves to her breasts and down her back; her face showed thin, and her large eyes looked hollow.

Brow scowled, "Come over."

Savannah moved slowly to the sofa.

"Sit down." He commanded.

Sit down? He sat on a single sofa, and there was no more place for her! Savannah paused and was ready to walk to the couch opposite him.

He seemed to read her mind, glancing at his laps, "sit here."

Savannah realized what he meant, flushing, "I... I'll just sit over there…"

Before she finished the last word, Dylan stretched out and clasped her waist, gently but firmly, pulling her onto his laps.

Savannah was startled but soon composed herself. She had been used to his frivolous behavior.

"Why do you look so thin? Not eating well again?" Dylan squinted. He could feel that the little woman sitting on his lap had lost a lot of weight.

"I did eat well." Savannah pursed her lips.

"Why are you even thinner than in the hospital?"

She bit her lip, "sometimes I get sick, and I threw up what I just ate."

"I'll ask Sarah to prepare some more savory food for you." Dylan's voice was serious.

Savannah peeked up at him, "I don't like Sarah. I don't want Sarah to take care of me. Can you let her go?"

"Why?" Dylan's eyes darkened.

"I just don't like her anyway. She always forces me to eat what I don't like and does not let me go out for a walk. I'm also forced to listen to music that I don't like. Anyway, I don't want to see her!" Savannah pouted.

Dylan burst out laughing, "Sarah's one of the best maternity nurses in LA. What she asked you to do is a lot of good for you and the baby. Others would not be as professional as her.??

"I don't need a nurse! Judy's enough." She snapped.

"No." Dylan's voice was serious. His woman was pregnant; how could there be no professional nurse around her?

"Then change another nurse for me! I don't like her, anyway. The baby will be affected by my bad mood, right? I'm irritable to see her... Replace her with someone else for me…" she said obstinately, twisting herself on his laps.

Dylan was a little annoyed. He could give her what she wanted. But it seemed that this little woman threw a tantrum out of nothing but hormone imbalance during her pregnancy. Even if he replaced Sarah with a new nurse, she would continue to make new trouble.

Besides, Sarah was a top nurse, and a new one wouldn't be any better. His woman, of course, should be taken care of by the best one.

He clasped her waist to stop her from struggling and said in a sullen voice, "No nonsense."

His forceful voice indicated that he was serious. She could even feel the chill coming from his hands through the cloth, but she couldn't be reconciled to such a result.

If she let slip such a chance, it would be impossible for her to get rid of Sarah when she gained a footing.

Okay, she should change her ways!

Savannah steeled herself and secretly bit the tip of her tongue, squeezing out some tears. She sobbed deliberately, staring at him, and her tone was a bit more girly, "but I don't like her. She's the same as the dean of students in my high school, and she's too strict. I can't go outside for a walk, nor can I eat what I like. Dylan, please… Let her go and let Judy take care of me, will you?"

Although she was not an actor, she had basic performing skills as a model.

Now sitting on his lap, she acted as a delicate and touching girl, asking for candy. She even subtly wristed, and the last word "please" sounded sweet and sticky as sugar. She was so coquettish that every man would be melted.

Sure enough, Dylan's expression softened. Since he didn't let her see Olivia, he had not enjoyed her soft side for a long time. His hand flexed over her backside and squeezed gently—a familiar desire pooling in his belly.

Savannah saw a chance; she threw her arms around his neck and continued, "Dylan, please."

Dylan's breath hitched as he pushed her against his body. Savannah knew she had tempted him successfully, but it was too late to stop now.

Deep in his throat, there was a faint distressed groan. Dylan stood up, swept her up in his arms, and walked to his big desk.