Midnight Bride The CEO's Temptation

Chapter 291 - 291: Why Are You Upset?

Full-term pregnancy was more than nine months. How could a vigorous young man like Dylan avoid sex with a beautiful young girl for such a long time? And when that girl lived in the same house with him, it would be impossible for a normal man to be completely abstinent.

In Beverly Hills, no one could say anything even if he went too far, and Savannah was always too mild and meek to refuse him. What if they hurt his cherished grandson?

Now Savannah was living in the Sterling's house, and they didn't see each other every day. They would be more abstemious.

"What do you want to talk about?" Dylan asked impatiently.

"About you and Savannah. What are you going to do?" Old Sterling stood up and looked serious.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know what you mean." Dylan's expression was still impassive.

Seeing his indifferent manner, old Sterling frowned and said directly, "Savannah is pregnant. Have you ever thought of giving her a fair position? I don't want my first grandchild to be born out of wedlock."

"Then what do you want?" Dylan asked dryly as if it was none of his business.

"If you don't object, it'll be a gradual process. I would arrange a press conference first, on which you can announce the identity of Savannah--your girlfriend, and then you get engaged as soon as possible. There will be a wedding before her tummy becomes too big. Now Savannah's baby bump is not very obvious, and the wedding dress could perfectly cover it up. What do you think?" Old Sterling explained his plan out and looked at his son.

"Do you really want my advice?" Dylan met old Sterling's eyes calmly.

"Of course." Old Sterling raised his eyebrows.

"There's no rush," Dylan said dryly.

How could it be no rush? Old Sterling sighed. Savannah was going to have a baby in half a year. He hoped that his grandson would be born in a fitting and proper manner.

"Dylan, since you don't want to marry Savannah, why do you have to stay with her? There're so many women around you, why did you choose your nephew's fiancée? I thought you really like her and want to go steady with her, so I ignored all the outside gossips and didn't prevent you from being together. Witnessing your attitude now... It really bothers me." Old Sterling sighed again and continued, "do you really take Savannah as your mistress? If you have to keep a mistress, why don't you choose another model or star?"

There were lots of beautiful models and attractive rich ladies who confessed their love to Dylan, like Miss White. But his son, though born with a silver spoon, was not like a playboy or lascivious man at all. He was always calm and had his own judgment on how to choose a woman. He never needed other's advice.

Therefore, in the mind of old Sterling, Dylan really liked Savannah and was serious in their relationship. However, Dylan's reaction made him change his original thought.

"I don't have to tell anybody about our affairs. As for her and the baby, I will take care of them anyway." It was a clear rejection.

Old Sterling didn't say anything more. It was always Dylan's way. No one could open his mouth if he did not want to explain or say anything.

"Is that what you called me here for? Then I'll go now." Dylan turned and walked to the door, as he said.

Outside the room, Savannah was standing still with Dylan's mobile phone in her hand, her eyes blank. When she heard Dylan's returning footsteps, she suddenly woke up and ran back towards her room quickly. Her slippers with soft soles made no sound.

She ran back to her room, closed the door behind her, and leaned against the door, breathing hard. When she finally calmed down, she had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, and a few tears of frustration welled in her eyes.

Tears? Why is she weeping?

Because he refused to marry her?

She curled her lips with self-deprecation and wiped away her tears.

What she had just heard was like a wake-up call. All her imaginary happiness vanished in a moment.

But it was what she had expected all the while, wasn't it?

She knew this man didn't belong to her, and he would never have a steady relationship with her.

She had known for a long time that she was just his pet. No matter how much he petted her or cared about her, he didn't love her.

Would owners marry their pets? Never.

How foolish she was when moved by his occasional enthusiasm and gentleness. How could she believe he had special feelings for her just because he rushed into the sea of fire and saved her out?

But why? As old Sterling wondered, why the one had to be her...

Why did he leave her in his house and make her pregnant with his baby, and even risk his life for her if he didn't like her? Why did he hesitate in front of marriage?

Just then, the door was knocked.

Of course, it was Dylan. Savannah straightened up quickly, put the phone back on the bed, and opened the door.

Different from the glacial indifference in front of old Sterling, Dylan looked much softer when he talked to Savannah. "What are you doing?

"Nothing." Savannah lowered her head to avoid eye contact with him. She didn't want her bad mood to be sensed by him. She disliked admitting that he could easily affect her emotionally.

Dylan fixed his penetrating gaze at the little woman. Her expression was quite different from what he had seen in her just now. She looked gloomy and a little sad.

"Why are you so upset? What happened to you?" inquired Dylan, approaching her.

"Nothing," Savannah replied in a low voice as she retreated, "pregnant women's mood kept changing. I'm just a little tired."

Being stopped by the bed behind her, Savannah turned her head to avoid his hot breath.

Dylan lifted her head up with his long finger, seeing her tired face, and frowned. Though a little disappointed, he did not force her. He pressed her to sit on the bed, and before he could lie her down, Savannah hurriedly jumped out of bed, "I... I want to take a bath and sleep early. You should be tired after working all day. Why not go back first?"

Then she went around him to the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.

Dylan found a hint of hidden disgust and avoidance in her slightly red eyes. It seemed that he was a monster.

His eyes darkened as he looked at her shadowy figure behind the frosted bathroom door. Finally, he said nothing and walked out of the room.

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Dearest Lovies,

A few hours from now we will welcome 2021, a new year, a new beginning, and a new journey. I wish you all a prosperous and abundant life this coming 21st century. Another thing, I just want to say thank you God for giving us strength through out this struggling year, that we are able to survive against the pandemic.

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