Midnight Bride The CEO's Temptation

Chapter 255 - 255: How’s Our Baby These Days?

Why else would he keep her pregnancy a secret? He didn't want to make public her pregnancy at all!

If a man loved his woman, he would be anxious to tell the world, eager to share his joy with everyone.

Savannah closed her eyes and bit her lip, trying to let herself fall asleep as quickly as possible.

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After that night, Dylan went back and stayed at Beverly Hills for several days, no matter how busy he was in the company.

Every time he came, as on that night, he slept in her bedroom and surrounded her with a tender hug.

They did nothing but sleep.

In the daytime, Sarah and the servants in the villa watched Savannah closely all the time for fear that something should go wrong again.

Savannah knew that Dylan and his servants in the house were all on the watch, and she wouldn't be free for a long time.

Two months went up with still no chance for Savannah to leave the house. She began to develop a baby bump, and her maternity dress couldn??t conceal it.

As her belly was growing, her anxiety and perplexity increased. There's no time. She couldn't wait any longer.

Jumping out of a window was not a good idea, and she dared not try it again. She just climbed on the window out of an impulse that night. After she calmed down, she broke into a cold sweat with a panic fear.

However, Dylan couldn't give her another chance to sneak out.

The tallest building project was on a roll when Savannah was 12 weeks pregnant.

Dylan flew around the country every day and had no time coming to Beverly Hills.

It's getting cold day by day. Before the cold spell, accompanied by Sarah and the bodyguards, Savannah went to have a check-up in the hospital.

During the check-up, she was carefully watched by a group of people. In fact, it didn't matter even if she slipped out. Since Dylan had given her information to all the hospitals and clinics in LA, no hospital would dare to offend him and gave her an operation.

After the check-up, Savannah was taken out of the examining room like a prisoner. Before leaving the hospital, she felt sick again and rushed to the washroom to vomit. In fact, her nausea and vomiting were not as severe as before, but it still came to her occasionally.

Sarah accompanied her into the ladies' room and waited outside the stall.

After throwing up, Savannah felt much better.

"Miss Schultz, are you all right? If not, see a doctor." Sarah's impatient voice was heard from the outside.

Savannah rose tremblingly, supporting herself by the wall. She was about to open the door when she saw a plastic bag on the toilet paper holder. She picked it up and found a blue and white box in it, which should be forgotten by a patient. Suddenly the green characters on the box attracted her attention: "VIAGRA."

Of course, she knew such a famous medicine, which was used to treat erectile impotence in men. The blue pills could help with sexual function, but for the one who didn't need it at all, it could lead to an unnecessarily prolonged erection that lasted for more than several hours.

What's more, when a healthy man took it, he would want much more sex than usual.

Savannah thought for a second, unconsciously tore the box open, and took one blue pill in her pocket before she left.

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On the third day after the check-up, Dylan came to Beverly Hills.

He just flew back to LA, worn-out after an extended business trip. He looked much thinner but more delicate. Savannah was having a rest in her bedroom when she heard the movement downstairs. She walked out and saw Dylan take off his coat and hand it to the servant.

"How was the check-up?" He turned to Sarah.

"Everything's fine," Sarah said quickly.

Dylan's look of infinite weariness relaxed a little. He strode up the stairs, just to see Savannah standing at the bedroom door. His eyes softened when he fell on the slight bulge beneath her dress.

Savannah recovered herself.

"You came," she said, biting her lip.

Dylan walked over to her, his big hand touching her belly softly. "How's our baby these days?"

"Well. Good..." She lowered her head and replied in a soft voice.

"You vomited again?" He heard from Sarah on the phone that she still felt sick occasionally. When she went to the check-up that day, she vomited again before she left the hospital.

"Much better than the first month."

"It's getting late. Go to bed." Dylan's tone was soft.

"What about you?" Savannah raised her head and blurted out.

Dylan paused. Did she care about him? "I've some business emails to handle." After a while, he answered dryly.

Savannah took a deep breath. "Not in a hurry, right?"

Dylan narrowed his eyes and approached her, gazing thoughtfully at her. "What do you want?"

"Nothing... I've nothing to do these days, and I learned to boil another kind of sugar water. You... you want to try?" That's true. These days she was confined to the villa, forbidden from all amusements, and had to kill time in the kitchen.

Dylan frowned. "You cooked?" What if she got a burn? And how could a pregnant woman stand the smoke and fire! He was about to call Sarah up when Savannah pulled his sleeve, "I don't cook every day. Sometimes I get bored, and I cook dessert and cookies with recipes. Sarah is always by my side. It's all right."

She looked like a poor and lovely cat, touching a chord in Dylan's heart. He finally nodded.

Savannah let out her breath, going downstairs to the kitchen. She filled a bowl of sugar water and quietly went to her bedroom. And opening a drawer, she took out the blue pill and quickly put it into the bowl.

The little blue pill dissolved in the water and disappeared without a trace.

Entering his bedroom, she saw him already sitting on the sofa. Two buttons of his white shirt were undone, offering up his white chest. His sculpted lips were red and attractive. Under the moody lighting from the floor lamp, he was waiting for her.

Savannah hesitated and walked to him, handing him the bowl. "Try it."

Dylan took the bowl and glanced at the sugar water.

Savannah held her breath, her heart beating fast, and she was afraid that he would sense something was wrong.

Finally, he took a few sips and put the bowl down.